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Chapter Eleven

Lucy tried to catch her breath, which wasn’t easy with Adam’s weight pressing down on her, the delicious heat of his body surrounding her, covering her. God, right then she’d rather pass out from lack of oxygen than push him off. He was breathing heavily, too, his erection pressing into her through the soft denim of his jeans, muscles held tight, trembling slightly.

His fingers were still down the front of her underwear, buried deep inside her, and she couldn’t help but tilt her hips, moaning softly when those thick, rough fingers kicked off another round of aftershocks.

A raspy hiss left Adam, his warm breath tickling her neck. She badly wanted to free that impressive bulge in his pants and feel him push inside her. Her hips rolled again like they had a mind of their own. But the way he held himself, so damn rigid, she didn’t think she’d get her wish. She was almost afraid to touch him. Her hands had somehow ended up above her head, hanging on to the door handle, but not touching him was an impossibility. Slowly lowering her arms as if she were about to pet a wild animal, she slid her hands down his back. He was like stone under her fingers, like he was about to burst out of his skin at any moment.

She turned her head and brushed her lips against his throat. “Adam.”

A shudder moved through his solid frame, strong enough to rock the car.

He was hard for her, he’d just made her come in a way she knew she’d never forget, but he was still pissed with her. And she could admit he had a right to be.

“I’m sorry I was so reckless. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car with him like I did.” Her mouth stayed against his warm skin as she spoke, the intimacy of the moment making her belly flutter and her pulse race.

Finally, he lifted his head and stared down at her. His gaze searched hers, dropping to her lips and back. “Promise me you won’t do anything like that ever again, not ever, Lucy.” His eyes darkened for a second. “I won’t…I won’t be there to come after you. So there can’t be a next time. You have to be more fucking careful…think before you jump.” He licked his lips and swirled those wicked fingers inside her. “Promise me, Luce.”

The fierceness behind his words made her heart pound, while her body heated, getting worked up all over again. She didn’t want to talk about him not being there anymore, about this ending. So she slid a hand down between their bodies and cupped him through his jeans. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Lucy—”

“Kiss me.”

Color slashed his cheekbones and his gaze dropped to her mouth.

“Please,” she whispered.

He cursed before his mouth came down on hers, kissing her hard and deep. And, oh shit, he made the sexiest noises. Like nothing could ever top kissing her, as if he needed it like he needed air. When Adam pressed his mouth to hers, it wasn’t just kissing. It felt more somehow. God, intense. They needed their very own word for this, what they were doing. She felt dizzy from it, from the heat and emotion he poured into it, into every life-breathing touch of his lips to hers. She couldn’t get enough. No one had ever kissed her like this and she got the feeling no one else ever would.

Her fingers moved to his zipper.

A loud noise, like a freaking hurricane moving over them, filled the car, making the whole thing shake. “What the hell was that?”

Adam lifted his head. “Eighteen-wheeler.”

That’s when she realized how exposed they were, and obviously Adam did, too, because he sat up, tugging her skirt down as he went.

He shifted away from her and gripped the steering wheel, releasing a rough breath. “We should get going. I need to get this car to Chicago. We’ve already had too many delays.”

Disappointment was a hollow ache. “Right. You’re right. We should get going.”

He turned to her and shook his head, cursing again. “Don’t know how I’m gonna survive the next six motherfucking hours.”

A zap of excitement lit up every nerve ending at the needy edge to his voice, along with a big heaped helping of hope. “Why is that?”

“I can smell you on my fingers. My dick’s hard enough to pound in nails and you’re sitting beside me in that fucking skirt.” He started the car. “I’ve also got an image in my head of that fucker with his hands all over you.”

Oh God. “What are…what are you saying?”

“We’ve gone this far. Fuck, I’m already going to hell anyway.” His gaze slid to her bare legs, taking in the way she squeezed them together, then higher until it met hers again. He dragged a hand across his mouth and started the car. “Tonight you’re mine. No holding back, no going slow.”

He turned on the radio and pulled out onto the road.

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Lucy tried, but she did not fall asleep. She was awake for the entire agonizingly long six-hour drive. They chatted on and off about nothing of importance. He didn’t touch her again, not once. Not even when they stopped for food or a restroom break or just to stretch their legs. Adam kept at least five feet between them at all times. It was maddening.

The town they’d arrived in was fairly big, bigger than the last one they’d stayed in. She had no idea where she was, though. All she knew was she wanted food and a shower in that order.