Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Not safe for you to ride when you’ve been drinking.”
“But how’d this get here?”
“I had a prospect bring it over.”
“And they all just do whatever you tell them to?”
He opened the door and waited for me to get inside as he answered, “Pretty much.”
“That would be kind of nice.”
“It has its moments.”
Once I was settled and buckled in, he closed the door, walked over, and got in next to me. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for just a second, and the next thing I knew, I was in Lawson’s arms as he was carrying me up the front steps of his house. I let out a little sigh and rolled my head to his shoulder. “You’re so strong and handsome. Why did it have to take so long for me to find you?”
“I’ve asked myself the same about you.”
I would’ve pushed him to tell me more, but the alcohol had blurred my thoughts, and I was fighting to keep myself from passing back out. He carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on the mattress. I was barely hanging on as I kicked off my boots and rolled to my side. “Hold on. Need to get those jeans off ya.”
“Are you trying to take advantage of me?”
“No, afraid not.” He placed his hands on my hips and rolled me to my back. He started unfastening the buttons as he said, “But tomorrow morning is gonna be a different story.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.”
“I’m gonna get you some water and a couple of Tylenol.” I sat up and lifted my hips as he slipped off my pants. “You need to take them before you go to sleep.”
“You’re always soooo serious.”
“Just looking out for you, babe.”
“Babe, hmmm... I like it when you call me that.” I giggled. “It’s sex-xy.”
“Is that right?”
“Um-hmm. You’re sexy when you cook breakfast, too.”
He stepped over to his dresser and grabbed a fresh t-shirt, then brought it over to me as he said, “You’re a goofy drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” I pulled off my top and bra, then waited as Lawson slipped it over my head. “I’m just a little tipsy.”
“You were tipsy about four shots ago. Now, you’re toast.”
“Mm. Toast sounds gooood.” I grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled them over my legs before falling back on my pillow. “With some butter and some grape jelly.”
“I’m gonna go get that water and Tylenol.”
“The girls said you’re scary. I mean... I get it. You can be.” I rambled when I drank, and my words were barely even words as I muttered, “But they don’t see what I see.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You’re a good man.” I curled into the pillow. “You can deny it all you want, but I see it. I know.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely toasted.” He chuckled softly. “Hang tight. I’ll be back in a sec with that water.”
I didn’t respond.
I was too out of it. A few minutes later, Lawson returned with some water and Tylenol. I quickly took them and laid back down on my pillow. I let out a comforted breath and gave in to my drunken state.
The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Lawson’s body hovering over me. I started to stir, and he used the opportunity to drop his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and ease it up, slipping it over my head. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mm-mm.”
“How you feeling?”
His warm tongue raked over my nipple, and I arched my back towards him as I answered, “Better now.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
I loved how his touch made my entire body tingle. The man had a skill for turning me on in a way no one ever had before, and just a simple flick of his tongue had pleasure surging through me. Ever so slowly, he started to work his way down my abdomen, kissing and nipping along the way, making me gasp with anticipation.
As he got closer, I let my legs fall open, giving him access to everything he wanted. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes as I waited for him to touch me. My muscles tensed and my breathing quickened as he hovered over me, using only the heat of his breath to caress me. His fingers softly swept across my inner thighs, teasing me as they drifted closer. I tried to contain myself, but it was all too much.
“Lawson,” I muttered as I inched my hips forward, urging him on.
He took the hint, and a shock of pleasure rushed through me as the flat of his tongue brushed hard against my clit. His touch was firm and demanding like a man possessed, and it felt so damn good—better than I remembered.
As his warm, wet mouth clamped down around me, jolts of pleasure surged through me. I was barely able to take a breath when two of his fingers drove inside me, twisting and turning as he dragged them across my G-spot. With each swirl of his tongue and flick of his finger, he brought me closer and closer to the edge, and it wouldn’t be long before those euphoric, tingling sensations took over my body.