Page 172 of Sassy Love
“Two million ways...” he rasps, his voice gravel.
My mouth falls open on a soundless gasp. His teeth find the soft flesh under my ear.
Another inch.
“More,” I whine.
“Greedy little woman, aren’t you. So much for that sassy little mouth. Give you a couple of inches, and you fall apart for it.”
“Fuck you.”
His low, heady chuckle rumbles through both of us.
But I get another inch.
Hell. I want it all. Now.
“Laws, please.”
I’m clawing at his neck, my arms cradling his head as he groans into my ear.
Another inch . . .
“Oh god,” I cry, my pussy clamping down with the first edgy feeling of an orgasm. He withdraws, and the words tumble from my lips, “I fucking hate you.”
He growls at me. The gravel tone sends my body into a frenzy. I buck my hips, wanting everything he can give me.
“You can take it all this way, baby?” His hand tightens around my throat as I nod.
“Good.” He slams all the way in. “Million to infinity. Don’t you ever forget it, Princess.”
“Infinity...” The word is a broken plea. A reminder of how deep this thing between us goes. How indestructible his promise to me is. I turn my head, hunting for his mouth. It drops to mine, his kiss searing.
I clamp down around him, my fingers frantically flicking over my clit.
“Not yet,” he rasps. His hand releases my throat for a second as he laces my fingers with his before reapplying our tandem grip around my airway again.
Every thundering thrust has my body shaking. I open my mouth to?—
His thumb hooks in the corner of my mouth. I suck it in, and he bites down on the soft flesh where my shoulder meets my neck.
He thrusts deeper.
Oh god. Heat whips through my core, sparks uncoiling as I whimper a string of incoherent profanities.
“Fuckingwait,” he growls.
“I—I can’t.”
“Christ, baby.” He grips my hips, slamming up into me as his movements turn sloppy and erratic. I unfold around him, the bliss starting in my core and spreading through every damn limb as wave after wave crashes through me and I come, dragging Lawson’s release along behind mine.
He growls, spilling warmth inside me as his grip on my throat wavers and his face sinks into the crook of my shoulder.
“Sweet Jesus, Carlie, the ways I love you are too many and not enough all at once.”
I roll my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. “Lucky we have forever to work through every single one, Cowboy.”
“Yeah, lucky.”
