Page 152 of Sassy Love
Fuck, how he gives it to me.
Lawson slams into me, one hand reaffirming on my hip, the other sliding over my lower belly before his thumb takes up a rhythm over my clit that pushes me higher with every tantalizing sweep of the pad of his finger.
From harsh to soft.
On the next deep, rough thrust, I explode around him. Bucking off the floor, a steady train of whimpers flies from my lips. His name, or parts of it, syllable stacked upon incoherent syllable, spewing from my mouth.
“Good girl. Fucking strangle my cock. Go on.”
He keeps up the pace, but his strokes turn sloppy, his grip tightening.
“Your turn, Cowboy. Fill me the fuck up.”
His lip curves on a half snarl as he does exactly that. With a low, raw growl, he sends ropes of heat deep inside me.
I go limp on the rug, closing my eyes as a shadow and warmth close in and hover above me. I open my eyes to find myself caged in by Lawson. His hands, on the floor on either side of my head, hold him up. He leans down, still inside me, and kisses my lips, my cheeks, my temples, and finally my forehead.
I slide my hands into his hair, forcing his gaze to meet my own as I say, “Mine.”
Before he has a chance to respond, my phone vibrates in my bag where it hangs on the back of his front door, the sound noticeable now that our breathing has settled against the silence.
Lawson rises, leaving me to the rug in my boneless state.
“Oh fuck,” he utters as he hands me my phone.
Twelve missed calls from Mills.
No.
No, no, no, no . . .
Oh my fucking god.
I’m tucked into Lawson’s side as the Uber travels from his apartment to mine. God above, could they go any fucking slower?
“Can you go faster,please?” I hiss.
Lawson’s hand wraps around mine. The way his touch, his words seem to crack away at the hardened veneer around my heart. Right now, I wish that veneer was still flawless, because the thought of Mills needing me for hours and me not hearing her calls has the picnic food rising all on its own.
Twelve missed calls over four hours.
When I finally got through to her, she was breathless.
She’s been lying on the floor for four fucking hours, while we—while I?—
“Oh god, I’m so fucking selfish.” I shove my hands into my hair before dragging them down my face where I leave it buried.
God knows what damage she’s done to herself.
Hell, she could be bleeding internally, and nobody would know...
Lawson’s phone rings.
“Yup, she’s at Carlie’s, I’ll shoot you the address. Meet us there, bud.”
He hangs up, not bothering with goodbyes.
“Miles is on shift; he took the call. He’s meeting us there.”
