Page 117 of Sassy Love
I cup her face and smash my mouth to hers.
She claws at my shirt, and I raise my arms for her to remove it. Breaking apart briefly, it flies across the room, landing somewhere by the bathroom door.
“God, Laws, you’re addicting.”
I chuckle. “You oughta talk, baby, in those fucking panties.”
Her hands make quick work of my boxers and running shorts. I really do need a shower. After almost ten miles of pounding the pavement for a little solace, I’m all dried sweat and stink.
“I need to shower first.”
“No,” she whines.
“Yes, trust me. You’ll appreciate the clean Lawson much more than the smelly one.”
“Maybe,” she says, but sits back on her heels. “You have five minutes, Cowboy.”
I fly into the bathroom like a man on a mission and am out in under four minutes. Fastest shower in history. Every minute I’m away from her is too long.
I don’t bother with a towel when I hop out, opting for speed over dryness. I’m dripping wet when I make it back to the bed.
Carlie climbs me like a damn squirrel up a tree, and I hold her on my hips, devouring her neck.
“Oh my god, you’re still wet,” she says with a giggle.
I shake my head like a dog, sending droplets over her, the bed, and the floor. A squeal flies from her mouth as she holds up two hands in front of her face, laughing. Her head tips back.
The sound of her happiness lights a fuse in my veins.
My chest warms to the sound of it.
My body vibrates with need for this little woman.
“God, where have you been all my damn life, baby,” I growl, dropping my lips to the soft spot below her ear. Her laughter peters out, turning to a moan as she settles on my hips, her hands running into my hair.
“Waiting here, for you. It took you long enough.”
I huff a breathy laugh, but she takes my face in her hands. “You make me feel things I never thought I would have the privilege to feel. Things I...” She glances at the ceiling as a strangled sound leaves her lips. “I didn’t believe this kind of pull between two people existed before. Before you.”
“You didn’t believe in what?”
“I don’t... I didn’t believe in love. It’s so manufactured, it hardly feels real, let alone attainable.”
“That’s damn sad, baby.” I run my hand over her cheek and cup her jaw. “Lucky I came along then, hey.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
I toss her on the bed, and she giggles. I crawl over her, planting my hands on either side of her head, caging her in with my knees. Errant drops of water fall onto her gorgeous skin.
“You need me to show you what it looks like?”
“Whatwhatlooks like, Laws?”
“Love, baby.”
She studies my face, hesitating. “Just a peek.”
