Page 146 of Sassy Love
“Don’t look at me like that, Princess. I might never let you go.”
Figuratively and literally.
“Y—you mean it?”
“I don’t break promises, Carlie. And I sure as hell won’t be breaking anything else where you’re concerned.”
Her chin wobbles a little, and she scrunches her nose up. A beat passes as she schools her face to something less emotional and says, “And to think... I used to hate you.”
Her fingers brush over my jaw, her thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. That’s all it takes to have the blood plummeting south, and I set her to her feet and have the door unlocked and opened in a heartbeat.
“I take it that particular phase has passed?” I wink at her.
“Somewhat...” She smiles, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth as her browns darken.
“Sassy little woman, I have the cure for that attitude of yours.”
“You do?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”
“My mouth just runs on its own accord around you. I need it, Cowboy.”
I chuckle, tugging her closer. Taking her face in my hands, I smash my mouth to hers, and she crushes her body against mine. Fuck, she’s the softest thing, and I can’t get enough of her.
She tugs at my shirt, and I pull it from my back, tossing it away. Her coat goes next. The warmest damn coat I’m sure has ever been made joins my shirt. In under a minute, we stand naked and out of breath. Impatiently, I grab her ass, kneading it before hoisting her to my waist. She’s hungry, pressing open-mouthed kisses over my jaw and neck.
“Fuck, you drive me goddamn crazy, Princess.”
The cheekiest smile blooms on her face. She likes that she makes me this way.Two can play that game, Carlie Lamont.
I stride to the nearest wall, and her back meets it with a thud. A little gasp escapes as I bend my head, closing my lips around her delicious hard peak. Her hands are feral in my hair, pushing and pulling in desperation as I suckle the nipple and lose it with a pop.
“Oh, fuck, Laws.” The sweetest little moan slips when I palm her other breast, nipping the tight bud. She’s out of breath, rocking her hips into me, hunting for friction in a movement she can barely manage, pressed against the wall.
I don’t move.
I don’t give in to her sweet-as-fuck little plea for me to touch her.
Instead, I brush my knuckles over the skin below her belly button.
She whines in protest. “I hate you.”
I chuckle.
“Payback, Princess,” I rasp.
Who am I fucking kidding? This is torture for me as much as it is for her. This sassy little woman is mine, and I will push her damn buttons and pull the most intense pleasure I can from this writhing, perfect body as I can. I want her to implode with the way I make her feel.
I want her as desperate for me as I am for her.
Something neither of us can walk away from...
“Laws, please. Fuck me before I die an early death.”
“This won’t kill you, baby.”
“You sure? I’m on fire. You know if I die, you’re responsible for Mills.”
