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Her fingers started moving faster. “I need more.”

Her hand dipped lower. “Do not push inside, Lucy.”

“I have to…I…” Her voice hitched.

“Fuck.” Finally, a spot wide enough to pull over came into view. He wrenched the car to the side and shut it off.

Lucy bit her lip. “Adam…”

He pulled her hand free, shoved his down the front, and pushed two fingers into her tight-as-fuck pussy. He was leaning over her and tugged her down so she could drop back against the seat, body bowing under him.

Holy shit. He kept them deep, fucking her with his fingers while he sucked her throat, tasted her smooth skin. “So wet, Luce.” He brushed his thumb over her slippery swollen clit. “You gonna go off for me? You gonna let me feel it?”

“Oh God…I’m…ahhh…” Lucy jerked beneath him, and then she was coming, inner muscles clamping down on his fingers as she shook and cried out beneath him.

He’d never get used to seeing her like this. Never forget it either. He knew that much.

His cock was a relentless throb behind his zipper. It would be so easy to set it free, tear off her underwear, and thrust nice and deep into her wet heat. But that wasn’t happening, not here, not now.

He’d let her believe that morning that he’d slept in the car because he didn’t want her to get attached. He’d lied. It wasn’t Lucy he was really worried about. It wasn’t her he was afraid wouldn’t be able to let go after this road trip was over. How could he go back to sleeping with random strangers after having her beside him? Wrapped around him?

He knew the answer to that. He couldn’t.

He also knew he had a lot of sleepless nights in his future. But a lifetime of insomnia was worth it for this, for what she’d just given him. He only hoped like hell the memories of her would be enough to keep him warm at night, maybe even drown out the ones that didn’t want to let him go…or he was well and truly screwed.