Page 167 of Sassy Love
He chuckles. “I know.”
I slide forward, and he catches me in his arms, letting me down onto his hips. “Take me home, Cowboy.”
“Mills might?—”
“Your home, Laws.”
The second the door to Lawson’s apartment closes, he has me pinned to it. I open for him. He takes everything,devouring my mouth, hands scaling my ribs, a thumb brushing the underside of my breast.
Damn, I can’t wait a moment longer.
Two weeks without this man is too long.
Far too long.
“Wait, I want to do something first.” He breaks away, cupping my face with his hands.
“What is it?” I breathe.
He opens my bag, pulling out the glass heart. He takes my hand and walks into his bedroom. We stand in front of his dresser as he makes room in the center and places it there. “Safe as houses.”
I huddle into his side, lacing my fingers with his. “Safe as houses.” I tilt my gaze up. Adoration fills his deep blue eyes as he plants a kiss into my hair.
I push him backward, and he grins as the back of his legs hit the bed. After a well-placed shove to his chest, he sits on the end of the big bed and spreads his legs, not giving me a second before he pulls me into his space, trapping me there.
“Now, where were we?” I whisper, cupping his jaw with both hands. His blue eyes have darkened, his breathing picking up the pace as I send my hands through his hair. Deft fingers toss my T-shirt away once again. My bra disappears quicker than before, and my breath hitches as warm lips close around my peak, and we pick up where we left off.
“Fuck, Laws.”
He rumbles something I can’t make out, releasing the nipple with a delicious pop.
“Don’t stop, please . . .”
Teeth clamp down around my other peak and heat tumbles down my spine before growing in my core. I lose my tangled fingers from his hair and make quick work of my jeans, needingthem gone. In only panties, I reclaim his jawline in both hands, sinking my mouth over his.
A tight grip finds my hips as his palm travels up my rib cage, cupping a breast. The other hand tracks the pads of his fingers over the cleft of my hip and inside my thigh, running along the edge of my panties, now soaked.
His finger slips past the elastic barrier, and I moan. A sound he swallows down, taking it in as his own breath.
“Never going to happen,” he rasps as he breaks away.
The overwhelming need for Lawson sends my body trembling. I wave him backward. “Back, on the bed. All the way.”
Ignoring my instructions, he stands and is naked a moment later. He slides his hands down my ribs and over my ass before pulling me up onto his hips. “There so many spots we can do this that don’t include the bed.”
“Fine,” I breathe.
We’re in the kitchen a heartbeat later, the small counter hitting my ass. I’m clawing at him as he dots hot, wet kisses down my neck, over my collarbones, and nips the flesh of one breast. I plant my hands behind me, leaning back, and he spreads my thighs, dropping his head between them.
“Fuck, baby, damn soaked.”
I grip his hair with a fist holding his mouth where I want it. With the first sweep of his hot tongue through my center, I buck off the counter, falling back.
The few items he had on the counter in a small tray are knocked to the floor with a smash. A breathy chuckle against my pussy, and I’m writhing on the countertop, grip firm in his dark hair.
“Ride my face, Princess. Fucking ride it. Then I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I whimper as he suckles down hard on my clit.
