Page 76 of Devious Temptation
Rose appears at the bottom of the steps, eyes wide and skin flushed a deep pink. She watches the siblings before turning to look at me for a brief second, then she races past Kendall to go outside.
Neither of us speaks, avoiding eye contact as Lucy reappears. “Aunt Kendall…”
The blonde holds her hands up. “It’s not my business.You’re both adults.” Her blue eyes settle on her niece. “But if I were you, I’d tell your parents.” She looks to me next. “And if I wereyou,I’d have that conversation before someone else tells them... or yourwife.”
She turns and goes back outside, leaving Lucy and me alone in the kitchen.
“Well, that was…”
“Awful?” Lucy offers.
Every fiber in my being wants to go to her. To wrap her in my arms and tell her it will be okay.
Instead, I place my hand next to hers on the island. The tips of our fingers brush, and she closes her eyes, taking a deep, centering breath as she draws whatever comfort she can from our touch.
I rub my index finger along hers. “I think it’s time for us to talk about the future. What do you say to that lake house getaway?”
Twenty-Five
The lake houseis a few hours south of Lawson’s primary home. In the two years I dated Rhys, he’d never brought me down here, but I know it’s his favorite out of the three—now four—houses that the Morgan family owns. It’s also the one place where Lawson and Rhys shared their love of fishing despite whatever animosity was brewing between the two of them.
It looks like any other typical home from the outside—with bluish-gray side paneling, white trim, and a speckled gray shingled roof. But the inside is massive—with oatmeal-colored walls and cherry-stained hardwood floors.
“Wow, Lawson. This place is gorgeous.”
We drop our bags off in the living room. The open design flows into a large kitchen that boasts polished mahogany cabinetry with bright white quartz countertops and stainless steel appliances.
“Come here.” Lawson summons me into a sunroom that sits off the living room.
French doors lead to an enormous deck and a staircasethat takes you down to the sloped backyard. He points to a small dock with an old wooden lake boat that looks like it’s seen better days. It seems out of place against the well-kept house, but it reminds me so much of Lawson, and I love that he owns it instead of a flashy, newer, motorized one.
“I’m gonna get you out on the water tomorrow.” His arms wrap around me, and he chuckles against my neck.
I jerk my thumb toward the dock. “As pretty as it is, this house screams Charlotte. It’s nice to see there’s still a touch of you here.”
He kisses the spot below my ear before grabbing my hand and pulling me back inside. Grabbing our bags, he leads me down a hallway.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about redecorating the place for a while now. But it’s hard to get down here with work. Rhys comes here more than anyone.”
“What is the point of having all these houses if you can’t enjoy them?” The walls are lined with family photos of their time here. Pictures of Lawson with the boys out on the lake, the four of them around the fire pit in the backyard, and even a Christmas photo where they obviously spent the holiday here.
We pass a bathroom and a guest room, and at the end of the hall is the large primary with its own en suite. I know Charlotte hasn’t been to this house in years, and for some reason, the idea of sharing this room with Lawson doesn’t bother me as much as it did at his other home.
“Well, like I said, Rhys comes here a lot. When River is older, I won’t mind if he wants to come out here with his friends, too. I’m surprised Rhys never brought you here…” Lawson trails off as he brings up our past, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he realizes what he’s said.
Ignoring it, I wrap my arms around his middle and lay my head against his back after he sets our stuff down. “I’m happy to have another first with you.”
He beams a smile over his shoulder before twisting to pick me up and lay me on the dark gray duvet. “Oh, rainbow, this weekend will be full of firsts for us.”
A giggle escapes my throat as he kisses his way down my chest, pulling my shirt up to lay his warm lips against my belly. His fingers work the tie on my linen shorts, yanking them and my underwear down in one pull before hitching my legs over his shoulders.
“I thought you said we needed to go get groceries.” My fingers tangle in his hair as he runs his tongue against my aching center.
“I’ve got a meal right here. I’ll worry about feeding you later,” he remarks before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I’ve never been with a guy who likes to go down on a woman as much as Lawson does. He takes his time, eyes closed as if he’s savoring every drop of me, worshiping every inch of the flesh between my legs. His soft moans send vibrations through my lower body.
There’s something about a man letting you know just how satisfied it makes him to please you—and Lawson doesn’t just stop at pleasing me once.
