Page 103 of To Hate Adam Connor

I shrugged and tried to relax into the couch. “I don’t believe you, so it’s okay. You are free to say whatever you wish to say. I’m not someone who falls for flowery words.”

His eyes bored into mine, and I swallowed the thick lump in my throat. Even though I didn’t believe him, that didn’t mean it wasn’t affecting me.

He straightened and fixed the cuffs of his shirt, drawing my eyes to his hands.

“Stay right where you are,” he ordered and started to walk away.

For a brief second, the fog in my brain cleared up enough that I remembered Aiden. Jolting up from the couch, I blurted, “Aiden? Where is Aiden?”

Adam stopped in his tracks toward the hallway. “We are leaving for Paris tomorrow, Dan, Aiden, and I. He is spending the night with his best friend.” He paused, his lips stretching into an unexpected smile. “One of his best friends, I suspect. He is at a sleepover, Lucy. You’re all mine.”

“He is with Henry? That British actress’ kid?”

“You know his best friend’s name?”

“Of course I know his name.”

“Don’t be so surprised, Lucy. Not everyone cares about those things.”

With that, he walked away.

Now what did that mean? And what about making love?

“What about the sex?” I shouted after him since there was no one else but us in the house. Plopping back down, I pulled my legs up, laid my head on the arm of the couch, and muttered to myself, “What about my lovemaking?”

Hesitantly, I raised my hand and rested it on my stomach. Why didn’t I feel different? Wasn’t I supposed to feel different? Shutting my eyes, I took a deep breath and just let myself be still.

Before I could let my thoughts pull me to a place I didn’t want to go, I heard Adam’s footsteps. A second later, his fingertips trailed over my lips, and I parted my mouth.

I opened my eyes to see him standing over me. He looked just as hot when he was upside down.

“Are we doing it or not?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. My eyes took notice of how his shirt wasn’t tucked into his pants anymore, and I almost, almost squirmed on the couch. I was about to have sex with Adam Connor. I couldn’t show him how much I was ready to get rid of my stupid pants. “If not, I have a—”

“Always the romantic,” he murmured, almost to himself. When I saw him lowering his head, I shut my mouth and let him kiss me upside down. As much as I adored that scene in Spider Man, it was weird being kissed upside down. Our teeth crashed, he bit down on my lower lip then slid his tongue in my mouth, and fuck me if the way he was kissing me didn’t make my toes curl. When he was about to pull back, I groaned softly, put my hands on his cheeks, and arched into the kiss.

Just a little more.

Surprisingly, he didn’t stop the kiss, but slowed it down. I guessed we were getting into the making love part. Nice and easy was practically the slogan for it, wasn’t it? I felt his hand on my stomach and my eyes opened. He must have sensed it, or my body had made it apparent I was surprised to have his hands on me, because his lips stopped moving, and he pulled back to meet my eyes. Breathless, I waited to see what he was going to do.

His hand slid down farther. Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow at him before I looked down to watch his big, beautiful hand. And that forearm…it was right in front of me, begging to be stroked.

Shit!

Why do you even have a thing for forearms, Lucy?

Thanks to the way I was lounging on his couch, I had a perfect view of his hand. I clutched at the cushion under me and watched his fingertips lift my shirt and go straight under my leggings.

This…this territory was what I knew.

I squirmed in place and felt Adam’s breath right next to my ear. Then his hand cupped my pussy, and he pushed two of his thick fingers inside me without even hesitating.

“So wet and ready for me, Lucy,” he muttered, his tongue coming out to leave a wet trail on my neck.

I let out a soft moan as I arched my neck. Almost shaking with excitement, I circled my hips, managing to draw those skillful fingers deeper inside me.

“You’re soaked, Lucy. My cock will slide right into you.”

“That’s exactly what I want,” I said dreamily.

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