Chapter 30
CARLIE
Iwant Lawson’s weight. I want his touch, his kisses. I want all of him.
God, it’s been how long—maybe never?—since a man has drowned me this way. I’m all out of air. I was the second he stepped through his bedroom door in the candlelight.
I want to . . .
I scramble over the bed to where he now stands after giving me a mind-blowing orgasm with his mouth, chest heaving, taking me in. And I climb this man like the damn tree he is.
I want him to feel this intense, ridiculously overwhelming feeling I have for him. I pepper his face in kisses, tracking them down his neck. His throat works as his hands slide underneath me.
“Prin—” he chokes.
“Shhh. My turn.”
My turn to shower him in every mushy feeling I have for him. In every tug of my heart that I swear you could see on my face from space. Fingers in his hair, I claim his mouth with mine. Hunting for permission, I tighten my grip, and he opens.
He’s hard underneath me. My soaked pussy grinds against his hard stomach as I devour him.
My hands tremble as they lower down his neck and back up under his jaw. He catches my gaze, and we can only stare, desperate breaths puffing from our lips, mingling in the small space between us.
“Ca—”
I press a finger over his lips.
His face falls, and he swallows.
“Still my turn, Laws.”
I release my legs, sliding down until my feet hit the floor. But I don’t stop, sinking to my knees.
“Fuck, baby. The sight of you on your damn knees. Is there anything more incredible . . .”
“There is, actually.” I slide him into my mouth, not breaking eye contact.
“Christ, woman.”
He shakes where he stands, every inch of his muscular body vibrating as I take him into my mouth as far as I can, wrapping my fingers around the base of him. With one intense stroke, I pull up with a pop, leaving him stranded.
“Good girl.” His face curls in a half snarl as his lips part, hands folding around my face. “More.”
Without hesitation, I sink him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I tease his engorged tip.
Fuck. His grip on my face turns punishing.
I graze my teeth over the tip before taking him deep again. This time, he moves. Hitting the back of my throat. I fight back the tears that swell with his need. I love that I can give him this. That he can take what he needs with me.
It’s incredible.
I clamp down around him, sucking my way back up. Reaching his tip, I sweep my tongue over the small opening, taking the salty offering he gives me.
He groans, low and raw.
A heartbeat later, rough hands haul me to my feet.
A hungry, wet, open-mouthed kiss covers my mouth.
His hands tug me back onto his hips as he moves forward, hitting the bed before he drops me onto it.
I huff out a sound that’s a tangle of surprise and absolute need.
Lawson cages me in for a kiss before he stands and slides his hands behind my knees.
His thumb circles my clit before he sends two fingers through my soaked entrance. “This right here is mine, Princess. Don’t you ever forget it.”
I shake my head.
No forgetting here, Cowboy.
I ache for him. My clit throbs with an agonizing jolt with every heartbeat.
“Please, Laws.”
He hauls me to the edge of the bed, raising my hips upward to his. “Keep begging, baby. Go on, see what it gets you.”
Beg. The fucker wants me to damn beg.
. . . I absolutely will.
“Come on, Cowboy, give me every sweet fucking inch of you.”
“Sweet?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You heard what I said,” I say with a smirk. Winding this man up is one of my favorite pastimes.
He tilts his head as his jaw flexes. His arms tense as he lines the tip of his cock with my entrance.
“Please, Laws . . . Every. Single. Inch.”
His grip tightens as his stare burns into me. As if he’s trying to decide who this is going to destroy more, him or me.
I slide a hand up my ribs, cupping my breast before rolling the nipple between my fingers. My eyes flutter shut as my back leaves the bed.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
The second my eyes open again, he slams into me with a force that sends me backward on the bed. I gasp, grappling with the stretch needed to take all of him.
Oh fuck.
FUCK.
“Law—” I cry out, but the word disintegrates as he pulls out and slams into me again.
His hand wraps around my calf, lifting my leg over his shoulder as he thunders into me. His face breaks a little further with every demanding thrust.
Warmth winds through my core, and the tantalizing sparks of release taunt me, building with each move Lawson makes. I send a hand to my aching clit.
Deep blues burn into me as he smacks my hand away. “Nope. Not yet, Princess.”
I huff an indignant sound, removing my leg from his shoulder. His only reply is a smirk as his movements slow before he settles over me, fists digging into the mattress on either side of my head. “You poutin’ on me, Princess?”
“Give me what I want.”
“Don’t be so goddamn impatient. You’ll get what you need more times than you can count. You just have to trust me.”
I open my mouth to respond, but something deep in my chest snaps. I swallow around the emotion it brings and simply nod.
This is it . . . the moment I give in to a man.
Surprisingly, I don’t hate it.
His cock must have fucked with my logic and reason.
Because, shit.
His knuckles brush over my jaw, and he takes my mouth with his. I arch up, wanting what he’s giving up. For me.
Deep, methodical thrusts snag my attention, turning me into a writhing mess underneath him once again. I adore him inside me. We fit. We better than fit.
We’re . . . heaven.
“Laws, I can’t—”
I can’t stop the blinding orgasm that’s tugging me off the edge and into oblivion.
“Good girl. Milk my fucking cock. Get used to it, because you’ll be doing it again and again before we’re done.”
His mouth sinks over my nipple. He sucks, nips, and suckles until the waves of ecstasy leave me ragged. I lie limp, hands over my head, and he stills for a beat, kissing my neck and nipping my jaw.
“Keep count for me, Princess.”
“Count?”
“That was number one.”
Oh shit.
I huff a chuckle, and he slides a hand under my shoulders. “We’re moving.”
I’m on his hips again as he walks from the bedroom to the kitchen. My ass hits the counter, and he spreads my thighs with his palms, slowly. His gaze snags on where we’re joined.
His body is alive with exertion, a light sheen of sweat making him look like some kind of god.
“Laws . . .”
I don’t know what I want to say. Only that I need to say it. Without the luxury of words, I trace a hand over his cheek and down his jaw.
He pulls out, slowly, letting the tip rim my entrance, and it steals my breath.
“God, fuck, Carlie. How the hell are you this damn perfect?”
I can’t breathe. I can’t manage to catch any amount of useful air in my lungs. Lawson’s warm hand cups the back of my neck, and our foreheads are pressed together.
“Breathe, Princess. Fuck, you’re so tight. Relax for me.”
“Too big,” I breathe but manage a nod.
Sex has never affected me like this before. It was simply another basic human need on Maslow’s pyramid to be taken care of. There’s never been a connection. Only a physical thing where we both got off.
This . . .
This is taking a wrecking ball to my heart.
Making every word, every touch, every kiss . . . Obliterating.
I’m free-falling.
And it’s terrifying.
“Lawson, please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Stop.” I press a palm to his chest, and his eyes flood with worry. “No—don’t. Urgh. Please, I just—”
“Hey.” He cups my face. “Anytime you want out, say so.”
“I want to . . .”
My hands shake as he pries their white-knuckle grip from the counter’s edge. “We can stop.”
“No. No, I don’t want to stop. I—it’s . . .”
“Overwhelming?”
“Yeah, that.”
“I know, baby. Fuck, I know.”
His jaw feathers. I take my hands from his warm hold and wrap them around his jaw. This is affecting him as much as it is me.
I search his gaze and find a mix of need and vulnerability.
Oh.
I huff a sound that’s halfway to relief.
Trust.
That’s what he asked for.
So that’s what I’m going to try to give him. Along with everything else he needs. I drag his mouth down to mine, letting my lips brush his as I say, “I’ve never done this before, but I really want to with you, Cowboy.”
He chuckles, dotting a brief kiss to my lips. “Me too, Princess.”
“Now that we settled that . . . I’m collecting on those orgasms, Lawson Rawlins.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His hand travels into my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He tugs my head back, and a heartbeat passes before he slams into me with a darkened gaze.
I’m clawing at his shoulders, unable to stop myself. Hell, it’s as if he’s unraveling me from the inside. It’s addictive. It’s bliss.
My breasts bounce with every thundering thrust.
Earning me the agonized expression now growing on his face. God I could come just watching this man annihilate my body with his.
As if on cue, he sweeps a thumb over my clit. “Come for me, baby. Now.”
I shatter on the next exhale, moans tumbling from my lips.
“God, fuck. You have no idea what you do to me when you come around my damn cock, Carlie.”
I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to.
Drowning in his words and in the full length of him as he seats himself deep, I can only stare at him as he scoops my pliant body from the counter and heads back to the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” The question is redundant. Completely. Because what do I care? But if I don’t say something, do something, I’m likely to fall apart.
I am not going to be that girl. The one who cries during the best sex of her fucking life.
“We’re not done yet, baby.”
He sits on the bed, up by the headboard, and leans onto it, his arms falling by his sides. “Save a horse, darlin’.”
It takes a hot minute for me to gauge his meaning.
When I do, I can’t help but decide to take a little of the control back.
I rise on my knees, letting his cock fall away.
Our groans tangle as we both cope with the loss.
I spin around and plant my knees on either side of his hips.
Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I look back.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lower onto his hard length. Holding his gaze, I wait until I’m fully seated before whispering, “This what you want, Laws?”
“Fuck yes. You gotta move.”
He’s desperate for me to move, judging by the way his hands knead my ass, willing me to rise.
And I do.
Excruciatingly slowly.
His head falls back onto the headboard, and a smile fueled by pure satisfaction blooms over my face.
“Sweet Jesus, woman, looking at you like this. Was worth every insult you ever threw my way.”
I chuckle and hover with his tip only just lodged in my entrance. “This has you all fucked up, does it?”
“Hell yes,” he growls.
I cant my ass a little and fall until the full length of him is sunk deep inside. My breasts bounce and the sensation drives me insane. Fuck, I love this for us. This is the most turned on I’ve ever been. I fondle my breasts and rise again. “Eyes on me, Cowboy.”
He snaps his deep blues open and takes in my figure swallowing his cock, my hands on my breasts, before his gaze locks with mine. “Bounce, baby.”
“You want me to bounce, you’re going to have to give me your hands, everywhere.”
With a wry smile, he pushes off the headboard and closes the space between us, my back flush against his chest. He cups my breasts. “Show me that bounce, Princess. Bounce on my fucking cock until you come all over it.” He nips my ear, teeth grazing down my neck, and I whimper.
His swollen length twitches inside me.
My reminder to get moving.
I roll my hips, and the pressure is delicious.
On a whimper, I lay my head back on his shoulder. I need a moment to savor Lawson inside me. Just a—
Sting spreads over my right ass cheek.
I jolt, crying out, rising a little before falling again.
“That’s it. Need another one?”
“Lawson . . .” His name is a plea that disintegrates on a cry.
Fuck. I’m not going to last another few seconds this way, let alone however long it takes to get him off watching me bounce on his cock.
With a squeeze and a tweak of one of my aching nipples, he breathes, “Now, Princess.”
I rise and fall, my hands gravitating behind me and into his hair.
Lawson vibrates beneath me. His grip shifts to my waist briefly before a hand fists my hair.
With a subtle tug, my head tilts back, forcing me to arch my back.
The new angle he’s created between us is too much.
I rise and fall, faster and faster, chasing the pleasure I’ve never had before. Not like this.
I’m bouncing. Desperately hunting my release. Up and down his every inch.
“Fuck, Carlie. Fuck.”
I whimper. Unable to form a single word.
Breasts bouncing, head pulled back, I explode around him with a strangled cry.
“Oh fuck. Laws—god above,” I mewl as my soul comes apart at the seams. My heart twists in my chest as he roars behind me, one hand slamming my hip down, the other pulling me back further as he utters, lips brushing my ear, “This is what you do to me, Princess. Only you.”
Thrusting up into me with erratic movements, he sends his hot release inside me.
With a groan, he releases my hair, pulling me into his chest. His arms are wrapped around me a heartbeat later. He mumbles something into my hair I can’t catch over the noise of my own pounding heart. But warmth floods my chest, and I turn and plant a kiss to his sweaty brow.
Something hard and cold chips from my heart.
The warmth he gives up for me finds the opening and claims it. Making my heart swell. Cracking the hardened veneer surrounding it. Setting it to shatter.
One more act of adoration would send it plummeting.
“Seeing you fall apart is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Lawson breathes. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.”
I’m pretty sure this man can read my mind . . . Because damn, that last blow was everything.
Fuck, if this is love, I’ll take it.