Unable to hold it back any longer, I moaned, and he slowed us down, giving my lips a few nips as I tried my best not to hyperventilate in front of him. His hand let go of my face and gently pushed my short hair behind my ear.
Just when I thought the torture of my senses was over, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, then a little higher, heading toward my ear. My head, acting on its own, tilted to the side to give him more space to work with, and he chose that moment to run his tongue along the shell of my ear, making me groan even louder.
All I could do was hold on to him. I was that gone. Can you imagine? My vagina was very happy, though.
“Lucy,” he whispered, and all the little hairs on my body stood up. Why did my name have to sound so damn good coming from his lips?
His nose in my neck, he was breathing me in, and my body was practically melting away in his hands. I felt like I was coming to life. Or floating out of my body. Or all of the above.
“Call me crazy, my little stalker, but I think I like you,” he murmured against my skin, his hot breath warming me from top to toe as he nipped at my skin.
“And I think I don’t like you at all,” I whispered back when I could think long enough to form words again.
“Hmm,” he hummed next to my ear, causing my eyes to flutter closed. What was he playing at? “Then you won’t kiss me back if I try to kiss you again, I assume?”
It was a stupid declaration. All kinds of kisses were welcome as long as they involved those lips touching parts of my body, and the asshole knew that, of course.
I tried to pull away, thinking he was itching for another slap, but his big hands rounded my waist and before I knew what he was planning to do—I’m not ashamed to say I was hoping for another one of those hard kisses—he started walking backward and taking me with him.
He fell onto the couch, and I magically climbed onto his lap. Again, I didn’t want to, of course, so I was blaming his big, strong hands. If he hadn’t been touching my waist, I would’ve totally walked out on him. However, since his hands were still on me, urging me closer, instead of walking away, I started to lean into him to have another taste of those lips.
Go big or go home, right?
With one of his hands still on my waist, he slid the other one around to my back and into my shirt.
I gripped the back of the couch with one hand and put the other one on his chest. It made me giddy to feel his frantic heartbeat under my touch. I had no right to feel giddy about his heartbeat. I should’ve gotten off his lap and run away.
What did I do? I stayed for more.
He rested his hand in between my shoulder blades. Skin on skin. Hot skin on burning skin. Making sure I was standing on my knees the entire time, I pressed my boobs against his broad chest and dove in for another brain-scrambling kiss.
He let out a long, satisfied groan that scrambled my brain even more so and ruined my panties. Then he moved his hand higher up so he could grip my neck, hold me to his lips. Controlling me. It was sexy as hell, and somehow sweet. Protective. It could’ve been even more sexy if he were about to feed his cock into me.
The visual made me release an even louder moan than before.
The lady beast in me was off its leash, and it was looking to devour the man who was between my legs.
He drew me back from his lips and gave my neck a squeeze to get my attention. My eyelids were dead weight, but I managed to open them enough to see his expressive eyes looking straight into my soul.
“You’re not as good as I thought you’d be.” The words just spilled from my mouth, taking me by surprise.
His lips parted, his eyes unreadable. Before he could get a word out, the front door opened and someone slammed it shut.
Aiden.
It was enough of a jolt to move me into action. I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My shirt fell down, covering my back again, and I silently cursed Adam for making me feel naked without his hand on me.
He was still sitting on that damn couch and looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
“Adam, we have a problem. You’re not going to like this,” a voice announced, and then Dan the Giant Man stepped in from the hallway.
“I’ll just go to my room,” I mumbled before walking away quickly.
Dan was frowning down at me as I passed him, but thankfully didn’t utter a word. Halfway to the room, I realized I wasn’t staying there anymore. I could hear Dan and Adam talking in hushed voices. Face palming myself, I groaned and walked back out into the living room.
“Funny story,” I started, walking around them then just continuing out to the backyard without finishing my sentence.
I was over that wall and in front of Olive’s sliding doors in mere seconds. The doors were locked.
“What the hell?” I murmured and started banging. The lights were still on inside, so I knew they were up.
“Olive!” I shouted, getting closer to the glass to look inside.
Suddenly the thin beige curtains moved, and Olive jumped out of nowhere.
“Holy fuck,” I screamed, scrambling back. “Have you lost your mind? You scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m not letting you in,” she said, standing on the other side of the glass doors. I caught the satisfied quirk of her lips.
“What? Why the hell not?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted an eyebrow. “Spill.”
“Spill what?”
Her eyes narrowed on me, and she leaned in closer to the glass, studying my face, I assumed. Then her eyes widened, and she gasped. “You kissed him! Your lips are all puffed up. You kissed him and you weren’t going to tell me!”
“Excuse me? I’m standing right here trying to get in so I can tell you about it!”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not, Olive.”
“Then tell me what you did.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
She gave me a disbelieving look.
“Are you really going to talk to me through the glass?”
“I’m waiting.”
“Fine. Jesus. I never forced you to tell me something like this.”
She let out a loud laugh. “Are you sure? Think more thoroughly. You did way worse to me. I still remember you texting Jason on my behalf, saying I was single. One hundred percent.”
“You should thank me. You ended up marrying the guy, didn’t you?”
“Don’t change the subject, Lucy. Tell me what happened over there or I’m not letting you in, and I’m definitely not sending you a copy of my book. You should hear what Jasmine is saying about it. She thinks it’s fantastic.”
“I think you’ve been hanging out with me for far too long; you’re starting to act like me.”
“Spill. It.”
I held my hands up. “All right. All right. Calm your tits, woman. I thought Aiden would be there, but he wasn’t home yet, so Adam offered to let me wait for him to get there.”
“You’re doing good, keep going.”
Despite the situation, I laughed and got closer to the glass.
“Fine. He kissed me,” I whispered, just loud enough so she could hear me. “Then I slapped him because he was kissing his sister.”
Olive’s eyes widened.
“Then he kissed the shit out of me again. And I kissed him back. Then just when I was about to lower myself on his lap and feel the size of his dick before I could die from curiosity, Dan the Man came in.”