Page 171 of Sassy Love
“Good, Cowboy?”
“Fuck, baby. Jus—” I still her with my hands.
Fuck.
“Don’t you dare, Lawson Rawlins. I plan on fucking you on every single surface in this tiny-ass apartment.”
I huff out a strangled laugh and she lowers, so damn slow my head spins. Each breath burns its way through my chest. “Move, we need to move, then.”
She rises, losing me from her delicious heat. I groan, reaching for her.
How the tables have turned.
Fuck, I’m pathetic for this woman.
And she damn well knows it.
She walks backward, beckoning me with a crooked finger. “Come, Cowboy.”
I leave the bed, my cock aching at the loss of her.
“Follow me, Lawson . . .”
Any-fucking-where, Princess.
Any-fucking-where.
Chapter 43
CARLIE
The ache in my chest at the sight of this man strung out and desperate for me is a new high I’ll never tire of.
I wander backward into the bathroom. Spinning back, I pad to the vanity, catching my reflection as my skin meets the cool surface. Lawson crowds me from behind, his hard length digging into my ass as he folds me in his arms and meets my gaze in the mirror. “God, I fucking love you,” he growls dipping his mouth to my neck.
“Show me just how much,” I whisper.
My legs are nudged apart by his knees.
His hold releases, and one hand wraps my long hair around a tight fist, the other wraps around my throat, tilting my head back.
He lines his cock with my soaked entrance.
“You want me to show you how much I love you, Princess?”
“Yes.”
My head is tugged back a little further.
“Every inch I give you is a million little ways of how I love you.” He slips inside me, rimming my entrance, stretching me with his tip.
My mouth waters.
I know he was just inside me, but fuck, this is different. I feel coveted. Wanted. His.
I cant my ass, wanting more.
I get another inch.
