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“Don’t care. I’ll buy you a whole closet.” He swirls his tongue in a way that winds up my body in all the best places. “You like that?”
I nod.
His teeth graze my center, and a ragged cry tears from my throat before I can stop it. God, that mouth. I tighten my legs around his shoulders, tugging his thick hair for something to ground me. I’ve always been too in my head to orgasm, worried whoever I’m with will see through my charade, but this is—
“Lawton…” My voice trembles.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, dragging my hips closer. “And you better not fake anything. If it’s not working, tell me and I’ll do better. I want you screaming my name when this is over.”
“If you want me screaming, you’ll have to work for it.”
“This is my favorite kind of work.” He sucks my center deeper into his mouth, releasing me with a wet pop.
He slides his fingers inside me, curling just right, and the friction is everything I need. My head falls against the pillow, and a moan slinks out. I pull his hair, but his mouth never lets up. He’s insatiable. Need sinks down to my bones, and the pleasure winds and coils until I feel like I’m about to burst.
Lawton’s back muscles ripple with every thrust of his tongue. I can’t stop staring. Especially not when his hand snakes up to tease my nipple.
That’s not what sends me over the edge, though, and it’s not his stubble scraping deliciously against my thigh. It’s not even when he pins my hips down with his hands to keep me as close as he can.
What undoes me are the wrecked groans vibrating from his lips, like he’s more desperate for my release than I am. I clench my legs around his head, burying his tongue deeper. When he reaches down to stroke himself with a guttural rasp, I shatter.
After the pleasure crests and settles, I’m able to feel it, that warm, glowing coil winding through my body. I don’t hate the man looking up at me with wet lips and a hint of smug satisfaction.
I don’t know if I ever hated him or if I told myself that because it made things easier.
“You didn’t scream my name.” He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I didn’t put those there, but I’m not about to question how they appeared right now. “Guess that means I’ll have to get another one out of you.”
“Only one?” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “I thought you’d do better than that.”
The teasing, it’s familiar. It’s safer than this feeling expanding in my chest.
“I wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight, but I thought that might scare you off,” he volleys back, holding up the condom. “You want to do the honors?”
“I like that you think rolling a condom on your dick is an honor,” I say, snatching it from his hand.
There’s nothing I want more than to see Lawton undone. I roll it on him nice and slow, running my fingers along every vein. He sucks in a breath, the cords in his neck straining. Once it’s on, Lawton threads his fingers through mine and drags my good arm above my head, using his hips to lock me beneath him.
His erection presses between us, and he grips the base and swipes the head over my opening like he can’t resist teasing me. I wrap my legs around him, feeling empty and dizzy and a little desperate, but I still say, “Can you go slow? It’s been a while for me.”
“We can go as slow as you need. You’re the one in control here. Not me.”
It’s all I needed to hear, and I think he knows it.
Lawton leans down and kisses me like he’s desecrating my mouth, but then starts pushing into me with an infuriating slowness that has me ready to kill. He sinks in, slow enough that I can feel every inch of him. God, he feels incredible.
When he’s fully inside me, he lets out a gutted groan into my neck. “Sabrina.”
It’s just my name, like that’s all he can get out. I’m desperate to hear it again.
“Say it again,” I whisper against his throat.
“What?”
“My name.”
He kisses the spot between my neck and collarbone. Sucks. “Sabrina. Fuck, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. You sure you’re not trying to kill me?”
“Not tonight.”
