Page 54 of To Hate Adam Connor

She blinked. Twice. Other than that, her expression didn’t waver. Then she licked her bottom lip and gently dragged her fingertips up and down my stomach, tracing my muscles, stopping when she reached the band of my sweatpants.

I dropped my eyes to her hand, just for the briefest second, and missed the moment she decided to rise up on her toes to whisper in my ear. I kept my head down and waited to hear what she would say.

“You’re right,” she whispered, a little too close to my ear to be accidental. Oh, she was good. Not quite as good an actor as me, but she was holding her own. “I did spend some time by myself, imagining how you’d feel under my hands.” She rested her palm on my chest, and I closed my eyes so I could focus on her voice, focus on how good she sounded when she wasn’t yelling at me. “Between my legs.” My lips quirked up, my dick pulsing with need. I liked this Lucy much better.

“Do you think…” She paused. “Can I touch you?” Another short pause. “To see if it’s hard? And big…”

I opened my eyes. If she thought I’d call her bluff, she was quite mistaken.

She leaned back, heated eyes meeting mine. I grabbed her hand and lowered it for her, making sure her palm stayed flat against my skin all the way down.

When our connected hands reached my sweatpants, I stopped.

She waited to see what I would do with an eager look on her face. She thought she had me.

Think again, my little stalker.

I walked into her and forced her back against the island. She wasn’t expecting that, so she had no choice but to follow my movement. I dropped her hand and placed my arms on the counter, trapping her in. She could escape if she wanted to, our bodies weren’t touching, but she didn’t look as confident as she had just seconds before either.

I lowered my head, ripped a page from her book, and whispered into her ear, “It’s big, Lucy. And hard.” I gently touched her skin with the tip of my nose and inhaled her fresh scent. She was all soft, nothing sharp about her. “Touch me.”

While I waited for her next move, I felt the urge to touch her chest, to slow her frantic heartbeat down, to take it…and maybe taste that inviting pulse on her neck.

A pretty pink flush took over her skin, and I smiled to myself. Granted, I wasn’t sure if she’d go ahead and dive into my sweatpants, but even if she was brazen enough, she’d find exactly what I’d said she would find.

A moment passed. Then another.

I leaned back and met her eyes. She was pissed. I could see it in her eyes. She was planning a murder in her mind. A bloody one. I remembered why I found it so sexy when she was all fired up.

Trying her best to look nonchalant, she shrugged her tense shoulders. “I doubt it’s anything that big, so I’ll keep my illusions, thank you very much.”

I didn’t say anything, and she didn’t look away.

The coffee machine pinged, breaking the thick silence.

“And now you’ll never know,” I said, backing away. I poured myself a cup of coffee and watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was still plastered to the island. “Coffee?”

She turned to look at me. “What?”

I raised my eyebrow, barely holding back my smile. “Would you like some coffee?” I repeated, lifting my mug.

“No.” Her eyes dropped to my chest for a second then she shook her head. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“Before this goes any further, I should tell you something.”

We said at the same time.

She huffed. “You first. Nothing is going anywhere, by the way.”

She could believe that as much as she wanted.

“Those first few days you looked after Aiden after school?”

“Yes. What about it?”

“There was a listening device in his toy so Dan could listen to what was going on.”

She seemed to process it for a while. Her eyes slightly narrowing.

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