Page 91 of To Hate Adam Connor

“Fine. Fine, your voice did me in,” she admitted finally.

“Hmmm,” I murmured, gently pushing my finger back into her pussy. “You like my voice, and my hand. For a girl who claims she hates me, you seem to like a lot of things about me.”

“Just your hand and your voice. Everything else about you…I hate it.”

Pressing my free hand against her back, I flipped her under me again.

“Hate is a very strong emotion, Lucy. And you know what they say about love and hate: it’d be so easy for you to tip over that edge into love.”

She opened her legs to me willingly and then got in my face. “Keep dreaming.”

I smiled at her.

“We’ll see.”

Widening her legs a bit more, I pushed another finger inside her burning heat and watched her eyes lose focus again.

“I think—”

Sneaking my free hand under her neck, I held her mouth to mine and kissed the words out of her mouth while I enjoyed her arousal soaking my fingers. Every time I kissed her, I could hear the blood humming in my veins. And more than that, I could feel her trembling under me, her body vibrating with the need she was trying her best to conceal.

Even though I knew it would piss her off, I had to take my raging hard-on and leave. So I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, gripped her chin, and deepened the gentle kiss I was giving her just before I let her lips go and got up from the bed to saunter to the door.

“What?” she mumbled, looking up at me in confusion. “What are you doing?”

Damn those beautiful boobs of hers. The way I could see those perfect nipples moving up and down as her chest moved with her labored breaths was pushing my cock’s patience to its limits. “Good night, Lucy.”

Her face sobered, and she gave me a blank look. “You’re leaving? Now?”

“I’d love nothing more than to listen to you moan under me all night as I bury my cock in a certain part of your body, but you don’t even like me, remember? Tell me you like me and maybe I’ll change my mind.”

“I don’t like you.”

I nodded. “That’s what I thought. Besides, I need to get back to Aiden.”

When she heard Aiden’s name, her shoulders seemed to relax a bit, and she pulled her knees up to hug them against her chest. “So you weren’t planning on staying even if I lied and said I liked you. Nice. What a standup guy.”

I shrugged and opened the door. “Maybe not. But I would’ve definitely taken you with me.”

“I wouldn’t have come.”

Stepping out of her room, I looked back at her and smiled. “I think you would’ve, my little stalker. Actually, I think you would have come more times than you ever did with any other guy.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she paused as if she wasn’t sure if she should speak the next words, but it didn’t take long before she did. I found myself wondering if she ever held anything back. “Thank you for stopping before I could make a big mistake.”

Damn it, but with every word out of her mouth she issued a new challenge I just couldn’t not accept. And that was the biggest turn on for me—after her beautiful face, those stormy eyes, and those nipples, of course…and I guess it wouldn’t be fair to leave out her perfect ass.

“You’re welcome,” I agreed readily. “You might be onto something. I wasn’t sure you could keep up with me or satisfy me enough, anyway. I’d hate to try and fake it just to protect your delicate feelings.”

I heard her little growl and closed the door before the pillow she threw could hit me in the face.

I couldn’t wait to watch those beautiful eyes of hers roll back in her head.

Chapter Fifteen

Lucy

“Olive.”

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