Page 121 of Sassy Love
“Keep count for me, Princess.”
“Count?”
“That was number one.”
Oh shit.
I huff a chuckle, and he slides a hand under my shoulders. “We’re moving.”
I’m on his hips again as he walks from the bedroom to the kitchen. My ass hits the counter, and he spreads my thighs with his palms, slowly. His gaze snags on where we’re joined.
His body is alive with exertion, a light sheen of sweat making him look like some kind of god.
“Laws . . .”
I don’t know what I want to say. Only that I need to say it. Without the luxury of words, I trace a hand over his cheek and down his jaw.
He pulls out, slowly, letting the tip rim my entrance, and it steals my breath.
“God, fuck, Carlie. How the hell are you this damn perfect?”
I can’t breathe. I can’t manage to catch any amount of useful air in my lungs. Lawson’s warm hand cups the back of my neck, and our foreheads are pressed together.
“Breathe, Princess. Fuck, you’re so tight. Relax for me.”
“Too big,” I breathe but manage a nod.
Sex has never affected me like this before. It was simply another basic human need on Maslow’s pyramid to be taken care of. There’s never been a connection. Only a physical thing where we both got off.
This . . .
This is taking a wrecking ball to my heart.
Making every word, every touch, every kiss... Obliterating.
I’m free-falling.
And it’s terrifying.
“Lawson, please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Stop.” I press a palm to his chest, and his eyes flood with worry. “No—don’t. Urgh. Please, I just?—”
“Hey.” He cups my face. “Anytime you want out, say so.”
“I want to . . .”
My hands shake as he pries their white-knuckle grip from the counter’s edge. “We can stop.”
“No. No, I don’t want to stop. I—it’s...”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah, that.”
“I know, baby. Fuck, I know.”
