Page 105 of Sassy Love
He doesn’t move toward my bed but the en suite, and I drop my gaze back to him. “Where are we going?”
“After an entire day traveling, shower first.”
I huff a laugh. “’Course.”
I mean, I showered. But he’s still in his day clothes. The thrill of getting to strip Lawson drives me wild. I tug at the hem of his polo impatiently.
He chuckles as we step into the bathroom, and he sets me down on the vanity.
Not where I want to be.
He takes a step back and flips the water on in the shower. I slide off the marble surface and close in on him as he turns back. When I tug on his shirt this time, he raises his arms, and I toss it up and off before letting it fall to the tiles.
Urgh, he’s fucking perfect. Toned, just as I remember. All angled muscles and a light dusting of chest hair. The five-o’clock shadow on his jawline adds to the heat radiating from his darkened eyes.
The resort seems like ages ago, or maybe it’s the immense change in how I feel about this man making me feel like the journey was long.
I let my fingers wander over the planes of his chest, up and over his shoulders and down his arms, hesitating as my fingers reach his. Lacing them through mine, he closes in onme, pushing my back to the glass door of the shower. “Fuck me, seeing you this way is even better than that sassy little mouth of yours.”
His mouth devours mine. I open, desperate, wanting him everywhere.
Wanting him, period.
I send my fingers down his hard stomach, hunting for the fly on those Levi’s. Too impatient to wait for him to break from the kiss, I flick it open, shoving his jeans and boxers past his hips. Without losing contact, his tongue swirling against mine, he kicks the jeans to the side.
Heat and wetness flood my center as he grinds his hard length into my apex. I send my hands through his hair, tugging on it to coax him away from my mouth.
Blue eyes the darkened shade of a deep ocean undertow burn into mine.
“Shower, remember . . .” I choke out.
He nods, pressing his forehead against mine as he briefly cups my face. “Shower.”
It’s when he steps back, taking my hand, that I see the full, raw, bare man in front of me. And holy fucking hell.
If I wasn’t on fire before, I am now.
Strong, muscular legs, a flat, hard six pack supporting his toned chest, bulging biceps, and ropey forearms.
God, I’m drooling, I just know it.
Fuck.
Perfection has nothing on Lawson Rawlins.
“You’re staring, Princess.” He tugs my hand, and we’re in the shower a heartbeat later. Instead of washing the long day of travel away, he pulls me into the water stream, hand sliding into my hair as he tugs my head back, closing his mouth over mine. Water rains down over his back and shoulders as he protects me from the hot spray.
Steam curls around the small en suite space, obscuring the visibility. Clouding my head as it goes. Or maybe that’s the man gripping me tight, eating me the fuck alive.
I—
I need . . .
I can’t breathe.
Fingers curling into his shoulders, I whimper. He breaks away, his gaze studying my face. “Tell me.”
Tell you I want to ride your perfect face?
