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He took them, nostrils flaring, squeezing them tight in his wide fist. “I can feel how damp they are.”

“I know,” she said.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She didn’t know what was happening, but she was close to diving over the table and straddling him.

He slid her panties into his pocket. “How does it make you feel, having your pussy bare in that tiny little skirt?” He leaned in. “Sitting across from me like that, wanting what only I can give you so bad you ache, and knowing before the night’s over I’m going to slide so deep inside you, you won’t know what fucking way is up?”

Lucy squirmed. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

He growled. “I’m fucking ravenous.”

“Adam,” she whispered.

“Your salad,” their waitress said, placing it down in front of her.

Lucy jolted, and glanced up at the other woman. “Oh…thank you.”

Adam cut into his steak across from her. They sat in silence and worked their way through their meals. She kept sneaking glances at him as she ate. Adam didn’t sneak any damn thing. He watched her, barely taking his eyes off her the whole time. He didn’t finish his meal, pushing the plate away when he’d gotten through half of it. Lucy had been picking at hers for the last five minutes.

“Ready?” he said, so low and full of meaning she felt it between her thighs.

“Yes.”

She stood and he motioned for her to walk ahead. She felt his eyes on her the whole way, and was sure, with how short her skirt was, everyone could see how slick her thighs were. They’d know she was walking around bare-assed and so fucking turned on she was ready to climb Adam like a tree and beg him to put her out of her misery.

They didn’t talk as Adam drove to the nearest hotel or as they made their way along the walk to their room. She unlocked the door, God only knew how with the way her hands were shaking, and Adam followed her in with their bags.

The air was heavy, so damn thick she could barely breathe. Nerves started battering her rib cage. “I’ll just…I’m going to grab a shower.”

He dipped his chin. “Don’t be long, Lucy.”

There it was again, that authority in his voice that turned her inside out. “Okay.”

She grabbed her bag and hustled to the bathroom. She worked quickly, shaking a little as she rinsed off the long day then stepped out and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her. It wasn’t like she needed clothes, right? When she opened the door, Adam was standing across the room, back to her, phone to his ear.

He was talking about some car that was booked into the garage tomorrow, and she instantly knew he was talking to one of her brothers. She hadn’t answered their calls, only texted them back. If they’d tried again, she didn’t know. She’d turned her phone off and it was staying that way. She wasn’t trying to punish them; she just had nothing to say. Hugh especially was like a dog with a bone. As far as he was concerned, the only place for her was school. Thinking about school made her think about other things—things she did not want to think about, things that made her feel like the crappiest human being in existence.

And the other reason she had turned off her phone.

No. She was never going back there. She couldn’t.

When she looked up, Adam was watching her. He’d ended the call and she hadn’t even noticed.

His hand holding the phone dropped to his side. “Hugh.”

“I figured.”

His gaze traveled over her, and his chest expanded with his indrawn breath. Something shifted in his gaze and he looked away. “Luce—”

“Don’t.”

“This is…” He shook his head. “Fuck, this is so wrong. Your brothers—”

“What we do has nothing to do with them. Not one damn thing.”

“They’d never forgive me for this…for touching you.”