Page 102 of To Hate Adam Connor

“And you don’t?”

“As you can imagine, I know how to do the grand slam, bumping uglies, and all that stuff. I…” I turned my head and glanced at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever made love to anyone.”

“Your ex?” he asked, his disbelieving eyes on me. “I thought you said you loved him.”

“I thought I did. I mean, I did. But he had a giant thing in between his legs and as I already told you, I have a thing for those, as in I like my fucks to be good and hard.” I shrugged and looked away. Was that heat I was feeling on my face?

What the hell, Lucy?

“And how do you think making love works exactly?”

I gave him a quick glance and saw that his lips were twitching. I could deal with amusement. I twisted my body, pulled my leg up on the couch, and faced him.

“I believe it requires looking into each other’s eyes at all times. A slow entry. A little gasp and a little moan here and there. We’ll skip whispering I love yous to each other, of course. Other than that, I believe it’s a slow thing. Maybe an orgasm? If you can manage, but no pressure, of course. Just because your kiss improved, I’m not gonna assume—”

“And you want me to make love to you why? You don’t think I can fuck you?”

“Who knows. I’m sure you have your moves, but I want you to make love to me because I assumed, being an actor and all, you could give a good performance, so I could have that at least once in my life.”

He tilted his head, looking all confused and sexy. “Once in your life?”

“The curse?” I prompted. “I’m having a baby. I did exactly what my mom did. I’m not saying I love you to anyone ever again, hence not making love to anyone again.”

His eyes roamed my face, and he shook his head like I was being ridiculous and he didn’t know what to do with me. “Lucy…I…”

I held my breath and waited for his words. If nothing else, I wanted his lips on mine again. I’d settle for that, too, if this offer didn’t work out.

He touched my cheek with the back of his hand, then my still swollen lips with his fingertips. “Do you remember what I asked you last night? Nothing changed. Admit that you like me and I’ll show you how to make love.”

“I’m reduced to bargaining for a ‘maybe’ orgasm.”

“I don’t think I’m asking for too much, do you?”

“Okay. I’ll give you a thirty-two.”

“And that means…?”

“Out of a hundred, I’m giving you a thirty-two. That’s how much I like you.”

He seemed to think on it for a few beats then smiled at me.

“I can live with that. You are forty-nine for me.”

Dumbfounded, I widened my eyes and, without even realizing what I was doing, scooted back from him. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No?”

My heart pounding in my chest, I said, “Fifty is like edging toward love. Take it back. Give me a thirty-five or something.” His fingertips reached for me again, and I scrambled back as far as I could go. “Take it back.”

There could be no talk of love between us; I wouldn’t fall for that again, like I had with Jameson.

After studying me for what seemed like an hour, he rose up from his seat and leaned down to rest his lips against my ear. “I will always be honest with you, Lucy. My son is in love with you. Who knows, maybe I’m falling for you too? Is it too hard to believe that I like what I see when I look at you? That I like talking to you, arguing with you, watching you laugh with my son, watching you smile. Maybe after I make love to you, I’ll fall a little more. So, I think forty-nine is a good number. Ask me again in the morning, I’ll let you know how you did.”

I leaned away, my back arching against the arm of the couch. He was becoming dangerous. His mouth, his eyes, his body…everything about him was getting too dangerous to stay close to him. Was it enough to deter me from having him inside me? Well, not really. Not yet.

Like I’d said before, for once and for all, I was ready to make love, and my vagina seemed to have chosen him as its victim. I was okay with that choice.

“No answer? No objection?”

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