“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. Was this making love? Torturing each other until one of you lost your mind? “It is,” he repeated right before he took my nipple between his teeth and pulled. I wanted to close my legs, or touch myself, or hell, hump the couch. “And I’m going to
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