Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
His words slice through any logical argument I could ever pose against the situation, and I draw him closer, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Don’t throw me over your shoulder,” I say. “In this skirt, I’d flash everyone.” I reach up on my tiptoes and draw him closer to me so I can reach the shell of his ear. “But…take care of me,” I whisper.
The words are barely out of my mouth before Lawson is shifting me, turning me around and interlacing our fingers as he gently guides me off the dance floor. He walks through Clay’s house, eyes scanning every inch of it as he turns this way and that until finally he finds Clay’s personal office, which is understandably empty with the party going on around it, and guides me into it. He quickly shuts the door and locks it behind us.
“I made sure nobody saw us,” he says before his hands are on my cheeks and he's dipping his mouth down and over mine.
I gasp at the contact, relief and excitement swirling inside me as I part my lips for him.
He walks me backward until my ass hits Clay’s desk, the lamp and pens sitting atop it rattling with the movement.
Lawson doesn't break our kiss as his hands find my hips and he hefts me up onto the desk, parting my thighs to step between them, bringing our bodies flush.
He draws back, one hand gliding behind my neck as he meets my gaze. “Tell me again, damsel,” he demands. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to take care of me,” I repeat, breathless, my chest rising up and down with my increasing adrenaline.
Lawson smirks before his mouth finds mine again, his kiss hungry and electric, sending sparks of need zapping down my spine. I lose myself in the kiss, completely at the mercy of his tongue and his lips and the way his hands roam over my body in a possessive way that makes me feel like I'm floating and on fire at the same time.
His hands slide down my body and reach my knees, slowly gliding up and beneath the hem of my skirt.
My heart jolts at the way his touch feels—powerful and confident and caring.
He kisses me and touches me like he’s starved and I'm the only thing that can feed him, and yet there’s no apprehension blooming in my chest. No worry or wish for this to get over with as quickly as possible.
Quite the opposite. I'm certain we could continue kissing like this for the rest of the night and I wouldn't get tired of it.
Lawson trails his mouth over the line of my jaw and down to my neck. “Fuck, Blakely,” he says. “You're so damn sexy.” He gently sucks on the sensitive part of my neck, sending my pulse skittering beneath his lips.
I shake my head, and he stills, drawing back so he can look me in the eye. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I say. “I wasn't shaking my head at that. I loved that. I just...” My eyes fall to his chest, unable to finish my sentence, but he tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“I don't think I'm sexy,” I admit, and wonder if I’m doing everything I can to kill this mood. Way to go, Blakely.
Lawson furrows his brow, his hazel eyes churning. “How can you say that?”
“When you get told often enough that you're not, you start to believe it.”
That muscle in Lawson’s jaw ticks again, and he closes his eyes as he lets out a low growl, leaning his forehead against mine, like he needs a moment to collect himself.
After he takes a breath, he leans back, slowly dragging his lips over mine.
“Your mouth is irresistible,” he says, and kisses me again. “It doesn't matter if you're barking drills at me or kissing me, I'm helpless against it.” His hands resume their roaming beneath my skirt, and he grips the globes of my ass, drawing me against him where he rests between my thighs.
I gasp at the contact, at the clear arousal hard beneath his pants brushing against me.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about getting my hands all over your beautiful body since the first time we kissed. It's all I can think about when we’re together,” he continues, each of his declarations doing everything to wind me tighter than I knew was possible.
No one has ever spoken to me like this, or about me like this, and it's making me absolutely dizzy.
“Blakely,” he says, his voice gruff. His hands are on my thighs, teasing just the insides of them. “You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”
His mouth crashes down on mine again, just as his right hand glides over my underwear.
I whimper at the contact, even though it's light and explorative right now.