Page 25 of Sassy Love
“Fucking hell, whatever happened to being mysterious?” I mutter.
Am I giving off desperate vibes or something? Must be time to swipe right on something with a handsome face, sizable hands, and no strings. I gather my things and head upstairs to Mills.
Sure enough, the second I crack the front door, the aroma of coffee and croissants finds me. And I find a note on the front table.
Gone to the store, then to a midweek book club, it starts early today. See you tonight, sweetheart.
I dump the bag by the door and head for the shower.
Since when does Mills do book club?
God, the short trip upstairs has done nothing for my mood. Nothing my vibrator can’t fix. I strip down and turn the water on. Pulling my hair tie out, rose-gold locks tumble over my shoulders. As the sweat from the workout dries, my skin flushes with goosebumps, my nipples pebbling.
How long has it been since I took care of myself?
Heat thunders south, and I palm my breasts, letting my eyes flutter closed.
A girl could use an orgasm or three before a long, stressful day with Rawlins.
Fuck me.
My eyes fly open.
Urgh, the last man on earth I want to think about right now is Lawson Rawlins.
And just like that, my head latches onto the ridiculous idea. I groan at the thought of the insufferable man, and the second the sound reverberates on the tiles and swings back at me, my imagination transposes it to a moan.
Images of him, his ropey forearms, his deep blue eyes, and his handsome fucking face.
I’m wet.
Ridiculously so.
“Shit.”
No, Carlie.Anyonebut him . . .
I slam my eyes shut again, only to find more images conjured up, in all sorts of ways I wouldn’t have considered.
I must be ovulating.
Even Elmo would look like my last meal during those few days.
Giving myself a little grace, I let my mind wander, and when I brush a finger over my clit, my lips part, one nipple pinched between two fingers.
My mind has Rawlins on his knees.
“Oh god.”
I slide the second drawer open to find my translucent pink vibrator, Vinny.
Thank fuck.
Stepping into the shower, I sit on the bench at the far end, letting the water wash over me. As hot as it is, it feels lukewarm over my skin. I push the tip of the vibrator against my entrance.
Blue eyes and a square jaw flash through my mind, the fucking traitor.
I impale myself on Vinny and cry out as I explode around it on the first pass. Body convulsing with every soul-wrenching wave, I slap a hand to the tile, my legs spread wide.
