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“Sure thing.” He kissed me again, this time hard, but I pulled away.
“I’ve got terrible morning breath,” I told him, covering my mouth with my hand. “Let me brush my teeth.”
Wrapping his hand around my wrist, he tugged my hand away. “I don’t care.” He kissed me again. His tongue slid into my mouth, and despite what I’d always assumed, I didn’t taste anything unpleasant. The kiss was all Lawson and I lost myself in him, the bubble of panic slipping away.
He rolled us, settling on top of me and gliding his hand up my thigh, then resumed his assault on my mouth. It wasn’t long before I was begging for more than just the feel of his fingertips on my skin. I needed to feel him in other places.
Lawson pulled his mouth away from mine and I forced my lids open. “You can take all the time you need. Just make sure you’re finished with your panic attack by six tonight.”
My brows furrowed. “Six?”
He smirked. “Yeah, we’re having dinner at my parents.”
“Lawson!” I shrieked, pushing against his shoulders.
But my protests were silenced by his lips.
And his lips and mouth and various other parts of his body were very persuasive.
I’d have to figure out how to handle dinner later. First, I had to handle my man.
“Hampton, where’s Smith tonight?” Lawson asked, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on my thigh.
It felt good, but I was so uncomfortable, I wished he would stop.
We’d had dinner with his family, sans Smith, but my mom had taken his place and the whole night had been awkward. At least, for me.
No one else seemed to care in the least that Lawson hadn’t let me out of arm’s reach all night long. I’d caught a few glances from Mrs. Reed and my mother had only raised her brows once in my direction. But Georgia had thankfully kept her mouth shut all throughout the meal.
But now that we’d retired to the living room for dessert and coffee, I knew it was only a matter of time before the questions began. And my stomach knotted every time someone in the room opened their mouth to speak.
Hampton lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Not sure.”
My brows raised. “What do you mean you’re not sure? You two have been up each other’s butts since you met.” The moment the comment left my lips I knew I’d made a mistake and that was all it took for him to pounce.
“Well, if we’re going to start talking about our sex lives, I suppose that now’s as good a time as any to ask how things are with you and my brother.” Hampton smirked. I wanted to launch myself across the room and claw his eyeballs out.
But I didn’t have to because Lawson came to my rescue, pulling a knight in shining armor routine that I was going to reward him for later tonight. “Things are none of your business.” He gave my leg a squeeze and his brother a pointed look. “Perhaps if you worried more about your own bed and less about mine, you’d know where your husband was right now.”
Hampton’s jaw ticked as he stared at Lawson, and the way they were glaring at each other made me worry that in a few minutes I’d be setting a broken nose. Or two.
Mrs. Reed noticed the tension and jumped in before anything more was said, announcing that coffee was ready.
Georgia was seated on the other end of the couch and scooted closer to me to whisper in my ear. “Lawson sent out a family text threatening our lives if we brought you two up tonight. Hampton must have a death wish.”
I cut my eyes to Lawson and caught the quick grin he flashed me.
Oh, yeah, he was so getting thanked tonight.
I cleared my throat and decided there was no point in putting off the inevitable. I was being ridiculous anyway. “As you can all see”—I gave Georgia a pointed look—“and probably all know already, Lawson and I are…” I wasn’t sure how to describe us.
He’d declared that I was his, and I’d told him I wanted to be, but his what?
“Piper and I are together,” Lawson finished for me.
I shot him a nervous smile and then nodded at the room. “Right. Together.”
Mrs. Reed threw her arm around my mother’s shoulders and they grinned at each other. The look that passed between them was conspiratorial and I was beginning to wonder if they’d somehow arranged for all of this to happen. As though they had some sort of cosmic pull and had declared that their children were meant to be together.
