Page 56 of Welcome Home, Cowboy
They took a sip of their drinks and then Lawson placed his down. “A toast is usually sealed with a kiss.”
She arched a brow. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
He shrugged. “It’s tradition.”
Her gaze flicked to his lips. “No disregarding tradition. We better kiss then.” Her heart pounded at the thought. They’d kissed before, had sex, but still every touch felt new. Every touch awakened a deeper desire inside her.
He slowly swept a hand behind her head and pulled her to him. His lips were hot and, with the chilly breeze blowing off the ocean, she grabbed on to the kiss hungrily, melting into it, into him. He tasted like chocolate, which made her want him even more.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, pulling away just for a second. “Why do you make me want you so much?”
She laughed against his cheek. “So this is my fault, huh?”
“It’s not mine. If you weren’t so damn gorgeous.” The heat of his words warmed her ear as he whispered.
“I have another way of celebrating in mind,” she said.
His eyes locked on hers. “Yeah? Well, it is lady’s choice. Lead the way.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” she said.
“I trust you.” He enveloped her hand in his. “And I have a pretty good idea what you want. It’s written all over that pretty face.”
She swatted his shoulder. “My place. Now.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.
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He wasn’t going to think too hard about this because if he did, he knew reasoning and Dr. Pierce’s advice would take over. And right now his brain was not working. Not with Julie’s hands running up and down his chest. Not with her naked body writhing under him, begging him for things that he wasn’t about to say no to.
He bent and kissed her neck, loving how her body arched up to meet his.Yeah.No way was reason getting in the way tonight. “I want you, Julie,” he whispered, trailing kisses to her ear and nibbling softly.
She grabbed his face and pulled his lips toward hers, kissing him as if her next breath depended on it.
“Is this the celebration you had in mind?” he asked.
“Mmm. I was actually thinking we could do yoga,” she teased, clutching the hard muscles along his back, pulling him closer until hers felt like a second skin.
“Oh, yeah? I like this position.” He kissed her along her collarbone, loving how she wiggled restlessly. “What do you call this pose anyway?”
She gasped as his tongue flicked along her sensitive skin. “Fuck,” she finally whispered.
“Yeah. That’s a good name.”
“Now. I want you now,” she said, clinging to him.
Obliging, he pushed his way inside her. “Fuck,” he said, mimicking her earlier words. But this didn’t feel like any fucking session he’d ever had. This felt like something different, more intimate. There he went, reasoning again. “You feel so good,” he whispered, pressing deeper inside her. “So,sogood.”
They continued like that for what felt like hours, until they both were drained and lying together in her bed. He wanted to go get her a glass of water afterward, but damn if he didn’t think his legs would take him to the kitchen. His whole body felt relaxed lying next to hers.
“Julie?” he said after several minutes had passed.
She didn’t answer.
“Julie?”
Her breaths were slow and even. Sleeping? He tried to remove his arm from under her head, but she snuggled closer into him, moaning softly in her sleep.
