“You love it.” His hands slid down to her butt and squeezed.
“I’m not even going to try and deny it,” she said, ready to tug him back into the trailer and have her wicked way with him.
Going by the look on his face he was thinking the same thing.
His phone beeped in his pocket and he groaned, resting his forehead against hers as he pulled it out to check it. “Joe,” he murmured. “Wants me to pick up some parts on my way to the garage this morning.”
“You better go.”
“Yeah.” He shoved it back in his pocket, gaze sliding up and latching onto hers. “Tonight?”
“Yep.”
He pressed his lips to hers briefly and when he pulled back his breath was unsteady. “Catch ya later, Luce.”
Lucy stood there and watched him get into his car and drive away.
Hope, that faithless cow, sat up and did the polka behind her ribs. She wanted to ignore it, but it was too late now. This weekend together had changed everything for her.
She just hoped Adam felt the same way.
Chapter Twenty
Adam lay in Lucy’s bed, his arm around her waist, her smaller body tucked in close. She was pressed against him from chest to feet, skin warm against his, her dark hair tickling his chin. She’d shoved her feet between his sometime in the night as well. She did that a lot. Two weeks had passed since the night he came to her with her phone and she’d told him the real reason she quit college and what she’d been through.
She’d changed her number and had been extremely picky about who she gave it out to. So far, so good. No messages from Daniel, or his wife, since.
The worry lines that had been there since she came home were gone, and she smiled more. She was changing, becoming more and more like the old Lucy every day. Adam didn’t know if the change in her since she’d opened up to him that night was because of him, or the fact she wasn’t constantly being harassed by her ex and his jealous wife, but he loved it.
Shit, he couldn’t get enough of her.
Neither one had tried to define what was happening between them. He just knew he didn’t like being without her, didn’t like going to bed without her by his side. Dangerous. Who was the reckless one now? But what could he do? The idea of being without her made him physically ache.
She wriggled her butt against his groin and he groaned. She slid her hand over his, twining their fingers together, and, shit, he felt it in the center of his chest.
“You’re awake early,” she mumbled, voice husky and sleepy.
“Yeah.” He had to clear his throat to get the rest out. “You were snoring like a trucker.” A complete lie. Lucy made these cute little breathy noises. This morning she’d even started mumbling in her sleep, something about a kitten, for fuck’s sake. How the hell could he go back to sleep after that? She was fucking adorable and so damn sexy he had to remind himself to breathe when he was in the same room as her.
She shrieked and spun in his arms. “I do not snore!”
“It was like someone was using a chainsaw next to me.” He grinned at her narrowed eyes. “I prefer the snoring over the farts, though.”
Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open.
At the horrified expression on her face, he couldn’t hold in his laughter.
She slapped his chest. “Tell me you’re lying or I’ll…I’ll shave your pubic hair off next time you’re asleep, balls and all, then stick it to your face with superglue.”
He barked out another laugh. “That’s very…specific, almost like you’ve thought about it before.”
Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “Oh, I have. You have no idea the horrors I have up my sleeve.” She gave his chest another light slap. “Now tell me the truth.”
God, he loved this. Playing with her when they woke up. Lucy still naked, pressed up against him. Seeing her laugh. Fuck, she was beautiful. He shook his head. “Fine. You don’t snore.”
“Thank you.” She looked satisfied for a few seconds then jerked in his arms, cheeks turning red. “I do not fart in my sleep.”
He slid his hand over her hip. “Okay, baby. If you say so.”
She poked him in the ribs, scowling. “You better guard the jewels, buster, or you’ll be waking up with a new beard tomorrow.”
“You wouldn’t.” He rolled her to her back, trying not to overanalyze the way his heart damn near fluttered at the mention of them spending tonight together. Like it was a given. Like she couldn’t bear to be apart from him either. She threw her head back and burst out laughing when he started tickling her.
“Stop, oh God. I surrender,” she said between shrieks and panted breaths.