Page 255 - The Love Hypothesis

She bit his lip just enough to make him feel it, and Adam—he seemed to

lose that grip he always had on himself. He seemed to suddenly want more,
and he flipped them until she was underneath him, turning the bite into a
kiss. Or maybe it was Olive herself, since her tongue was licking his lip,

exactly where she’d made it sting.
She should probably tell him to stop. She was sweaty and sticky, and

should excuse herself and go take a shower. Yes, that sounded like good sex
etiquette. But he felt warm and strong, positively glowing. He smelled

delicious, even after all they’d done, and she couldn’t help getting
sidetracked and letting her arms loop around his neck. Pulling him down.

“You weigh a ton,” she told him. He made to move up and away, but she
wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close. She felt so safe with
him. Invincible. A true slayer. He turned her into a powerful, ferocious

person, one that could destroy Tom Benton and pancreatic cancer before
breakfast.

“No, I love it. Stay, please.” She grinned up at him, and saw his
breathing speed up.

“You are a cover hog.” There was a spot at the base of her neck that
he’d found earlier, a spot that made her sigh and arch up and melt into the

pillow. He attacked it like it was his new true north. He had a way of
kissing her, half cautious and half unrestrained, that had her wondering why
she used to think of kissing as such a boring, aimless activity.

“I should go clean up,” she said, but didn’t make a move. He slid down,
just a couple of inches, just enough to get distracted by her collarbone, and

then by the curve of her breast. “Adam.”
He ignored her and traced her jutting hip bones, and her ribs, the taut

skin of her belly. He kissed every last freckle, as though to store them up in
his memory, and there were so many. “I’m all sticky, Adam.” She squirmed

a little.
In response, his palm moved to her ass. To keep her still. “Ssh. I’ll clean
you up myself.”

He put his finger inside her and she gasped, because— Oh God. Oh. Oh
God. She could hear the wet noises down there, from herself and his own