Page 105 of To Hate Adam Connor

Then I was suddenly pulled down, and I squealed, goose bumps rising on my entire body. I was scared shitless to open my eyes and look down.

“You’re not going to open your eyes?” He took my breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my hard nipple, then sucking and biting.

“Shit!”

I arched my neck, practically melting under his mouth’s assault on my poor boob. His other hand cupped the lonely one and tweaked my nipple.

“Answer me.”

“I don’t want to be disappointed just yet.”

“The four-inch thing again?” A not-so-gentle bite had me hissing and pretty much dripping under him.

“Yeah.”

“Open your eyes, Lucy.”

I didn’t hesitate.

Wow.

My eyes met his and he was all I could see. That determined face. Those round shoulders.

I was lying right under Adam Connor, and I didn’t mind one bit that I was giving the control over to him.

“I told you I don’t play games, Lucy. Are you sure this is okay?”

Whatever the hell did that mean?

“Does it look like I’m not okay with anything? Come on.” I arched up and reached up, moaning when he attacked my lips with the same amount of greed. I lowered my voice. “I want your cock in me, Adam.”

“You want it?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “All four inches of it.”

He laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my body. I smiled back.

“Okay, Lucy. Close your eyes.”

I closed them and then curved my arms around the arm of the couch. I was nothing but a trembling wreck when I felt his lips next to my ear.

“I’m going to un-break your heart, Lucy,” he promised in a low voice.

I couldn’t stop my body from shivering.

“My heart isn’t broken, Adam,” I whispered back just as quietly.

His hand moved down from my breast.

Lower.

Lower.

Leaving a burning path in its wake.

A finger teased my opening.

“It is,” he whispered, leaving open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

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