Page 103 of Sassy Love
“Don’t overthink it or attach some misguided notion that my motives are anything but straight down the line. I’m not built that way, and you know it.”
She huffs a breath, her face turning desperate, like she’s been denying herself something for so long the restraint is painful.
“You know what? I’m deciding for the both of us.”
I cup her face. When she doesn’t move from my hold, I crash my mouth to hers, running my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opens, and I claim her. Palms snap to my chest, pushing, and I break away, searching her face as it registers every mood on the scale of human emotions.
Finally, it settles on a combination of surprise and need.
“Tell me to leave, and I will.” I give her one more chance to send me away.
Brown eyes burn into mine as she doesn’t breathe a word.
“Fuck, Carlie, baby. You’ve been driving me insane since our first day at Serenity.”
A small smile tips up her lips, but she swallows. She’s never been so quiet, ever. I tilt my head, tracking a thumb over her bottom lip. “Talk to me, Princess.”
Her eyes close, and she leans into my touch. “I can’t.” Her words are threadbare.
“Look at me,” I grind out.
Her eyes remain closed as she places her palms on my chest. They slide up my neck, and her gaze finally meets mine as I collar an arm around her waist, tugging her into my hold. “Let me in, baby. It’s been long enough.”
A breathy sob slips from her lips as her fine fingers move over my jaw, and she pulls me down to her. “Don’t you dare break my heart, Lawson Rawlins.”
“Not going to happen.”
“You can’t promise that.” Her gaze searches my face.
“I can promise you I will break my own heart before I let yours take a hit.”
“Can I have that in writing?” She smiles, and it’s meek and wobbly.
Fuck. Her Achilles heel, offered up to me on a silver damn platter.
“Will be on your desk in the morning, baby.”
Pushing up on her tiptoes, she brushes her lips over mine. I stand, letting her explore as her hands wander, breaths turning choppy. Fingertips run over the angles of my face, lips nipping my own, as I grip her waist with my hands, holding her close.
My cock stretches against the confines of my Levi’s, and I drop my head, kissing my way up her neck. She’s soft, delicious. Like I knew she would be. I run a hand over her belly, and her breath hitches.
“Laws, please.”
Hands sliding under her ass, I pull her up and onto my hips. Her legs wrap around my waist, her mouth devouring my own. I turn back and slam her into the door. Hands tugging through my hair, she gasps. “Fuck, too many clothes...”
I suckle my way down her neck to her collarbone. Her back arches off the door, offering up her hard peaks that are straining against the silky fabric of her pajama top. God, how much I want to drag those into my damn mouth.
Thrusting my hips against her, I pin her to the door. Making sure she is secure and won’t fall, I work on her buttons, slow like. Taking my time, I flick one open, then another.
Brown eyes burn into me as if pleading with me to hurry the hell up.
I slow my pace a little to see the reaction I get.
She doesn’t disappoint, pouting before trying to rip her pajama top from her body.
“Slow down. We’re savoring this.”
Her eyes widen. “We are?”
