Lies, all of it. She’d never hated Adam, even when she desperately wished she could.
Some emotion sliced through his gaze, something she refused to think about or acknowledge.
“I’ve never hated you,” he rasped.
“No?” The word flew from her mouth before she could think better of it, and then her lips kept on flapping. “You could’ve fooled me. Every single time I ever tried to get close, just a little bit…God, just to be a friend to you, you shut me down.”
He flinched, mouth opening then shutting again, and opening once more.
“Shut up.”
He blinked “I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to.” She didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to know his deepest, darkest secrets, not anymore. She’d given up on all that. Adam would never be capable of giving her more than this, and that was fine. She’d resigned herself to that. And if she was honest, after everything, she sure as hell didn’t want to reveal her ugly truth either. “Don’t. Just save it.”
“Lucy—”
She grabbed his bare ass, digging her nails into the hard flesh. “Shut the hell up and kiss me.”
He narrowed his eyes, wariness there she wanted no part of, but she also didn’t miss the heat burning from them, the fire that was always there for her.
“Hang on a damn minute. We haven’t finished—”
“Yes, we have.” Leaning toward him, she wrapped her mouth around one of his small brown nipples and sunk her teeth in lightly, giving it a tug.
His hips snapped forward. “Fuck.”
“Exactly,” she said against his now damp skin.
“You’re a demanding little she-devil, aren’t you?”
He’d tried to inject some lightness to his voice for her, she knew, but there was still a weightiness there she loathed.
She didn’t want to talk this out, confess her mistakes, have Adam tell her that none of it was her fault. She didn’t want to be absolved of her transgressions. She didn’t deserve it. What she did want was to live in the moment. To forget, just for a little while. That was why she came on this road trip. That’s why she chose Adam to be the one to help her.
If anyone knew how to live in the now, it was him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her bare skin against his, sliding one knee up and over his hip. Oh shit. So damn hard. She felt a tremble travel through his big body. “Why are you fighting it?” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hot, rigid flesh. “Stop playing goddamn hard to get and fuck me.”
He froze, chest expanding sharply, before releasing a rough breath.
She didn’t have time to say anything else because he jerked back, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her belly.
“You want to be fucked, baby girl, I’ll fuck you.” Then he was behind her, tugging her hips up so she was on her knees. “Keep your head down on the mattress, face to the side,” he growled, sliding her hair over her shoulder “I want to see you when I’m fucking you, see your eyes screwed shut when I pound you hard, each of your panted breaths when you’re getting close. I want to watch you sink your teeth into that plump lower lip when I go deeper, hear every moan, every hitch of breath. I want my fucking ears to ring when you come screaming my name.”
A full body tremble rolled through her that had her fingers shaking as she fisted the sheet beneath her.
“You understand, Lucy? Don’t you dare hide from me. I want to see it all, every damn thing.”
He shifted and she heard foil tear. His fingers slid along her slit, parting her, sliding against her. “You’re already there. Shit, so wet, baby.” Then the head of his cock was at her opening, and he started to push in, stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his size.
Her mouth dropped open on a groan, fingers digging deeper into the covers.
“That’s it,” he snarled, gripping her hips harder. “Show me how good it feels when I fill you up.”
There was no warming up. He drew back his hips and slammed forward, jarring her, then started fucking her hard and deep.
A startled cry burst from her lips. “Oh God.”
So good. So damn good.
A harsh grunt that sounded torn from his chest filled her ears on the next thrust, an animalistic sound that made the hair at the back of her neck lift and set off tingles across her shoulders and over her scalp. On the next, she jerked back to meet him, taking him deeper.
“Christ, you’re so fucking hot for it, sweetheart, aren’t you? You love the feel of me inside you?”
A sob burst free on the next deep pound.
“Answer me,” he barked.