Page 147 of Sassy Love
That takes me aback, and I cup her face, studying her expression. Without overthinking, I let the first response be the one I go with. I nod.
Her face breaks.
I kiss her trembling mouth and whisper, “I will always be there when either of you needs me. And for the moments you justwantme around.”
“I—yo—oh, god.”
I rub my thumb over her cheek, catching a stray tear. “Don’t cry, Princess. It’s my privilege to love you.”
“God, how the hell are you so fucking perfect?”
I laugh now, an amused sound that travels around the room. “Far from that, I’m just your first mate.”
“You realize I know what that means for your family, right?” Her eyes study mine as she cycles through heaving breaths.
“Yeah, I do.”
She huffs a laugh. “That’s what this is, isn’t it?”
It’s a tangle of a statement and a question, like the words couldn’t decide. She can’t decide.
“Yes ma’am.”
Now she sobs, her face twisting with every ragged tumble of incoherent words she’s trying desperately to tell me.
I swipe the tears from her face as they fall.
“I—We—urgh... I know I already told you I love you, but I just figured out, like ten seconds ago, how much. Do y—are you, I mean, is it this deep for you?”
I study her gaze as I tuck a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. Her brows lower further with every heartbeat that passes while I try to put into words how obliterating this feeling I have for her is.
I grind my jaw as my throat thickens. “There is no place you could wander to that I wouldn’t follow. This sass of yours has got me addicted. This incredible mind, your big damn heart... all of it. Mine, until the day you decide otherwise.”
Emotion hits her features, and her hand flies up to her mouth, stifling a gasp. She lets out a sniffle before raising an eyebrow playfully. “Possessive looks good on you, Laws.”
I moan and drop my face into the crook of her neck. “You drive me to places I’ve never been before, Carlie. I have about as much say over my heart now as the sands have over the tide.”
“Then stop making me wait.” She cups my jaw with fine hands, tilting my head up and my gaze to hers. “Fuck me, Cowboy. Just the way I like it, please.”
I open my mouth to tell her ‘yes ma’am,’ but a finger presses over my lips. She wriggles from my hips and sinks to her knees. A second later, her mouth closes around the tip of my cock, and I slam my palms to the wall.
Brown eyes look up at me from under long gorgeous lashes. Perfect pouty lips that give me a run for my money every damn day are wrapped around my rock-hard shaft. It only takes three strokes to turn me to full Neanderthal mode. I haul her up, hands gripping under her arms, and onto my hips as I stride for the bedroom.
“No, the sofa,” Carlie rasps.
“You going to save a horse on the sofa, Princess?”
“It’s the right thing to do, those poor horses and all.”
I sink onto the sofa as she plants her knees on either side of my hips. A heartbeat later, I’m lined up to her soaked entrance, and her hard peaks brush over my chest as she rolls her head back, arching her back. Fucking little temptress knows exactly what she’s damn doing.
I’ve never been a man to complain about getting what he wants, so I take one ample breast in each hand, sweeping my thumb over both nipples at the same time.
“I just want to sink onto you...” she breathes.
“Hell, baby, I want that, too. But we’re going slow. We make these moments last. You don’t rush the best parts. And darlin’, you are the best part.”
“Fuck, I could orgasm from your damn words, Laws.”
