A grin stretched across Lawson’s face. “My girl touches herself. Good. That means you know your body. Know what you like.”
I huffed out a breath. “It’s not. It’s never as good as what I think it could be.”
Lawson’s eyes hooded. “We’re going to change that.”
I licked my lips and nodded, my heart picking up speed.
“Tell me where we start.” Lawson’s voice was liquid smoke.
“You come here.” My words held the slightest tremble, but Lawson did as I asked.
He prowled across the space, stopping just short of me. He was so much taller than me, but when I was sitting, he seemed like a giant.
As if he could read my mind, he sank to his knees. His hands wrapped around my calves. “It’s you, Hallie. You’re leading the show. Nothing happens that you don’t want.”
I nodded but couldn’t get any words out.
Concern flitted across his features. “Why don’t we take sex off the table for today?”
My brows flew up. “Isn’t that the whole point?”
A husky chuckle escaped him. “Little Minx, we can have so much fun without crossing that line.”
Heat pooled low in my belly. A hint of fearlessness swept through me. “Show me.”
Lawson’s hands slid up my legs, over my thighs, and came to rest at my waist. His fingers played with the hem of my sweater.
I knew he was waiting for me. “Take off my top.”
My voice was barely audible, but Lawson heard me clear as day.
“That’s my girl.”
Lawson lifted my sweater and shirt, pulling it up and over, tossing it to the floor. The cool air hit my skin in a rush.
He sucked in a breath. “So beautiful.”
My breath hitched as my heart picked up speed. I couldn’t help but let my gaze drop to the scars crisscrossing my torso. They were all thin, faint even, but they covered every inch of skin.
“Eyes on me, Hallie.”
My gaze jumped to Lawson’s face.
“Beautiful. Every single thing about you.”
“Lawson,” I croaked as my eyes burned.
Lawson’s hands tightened on the edge of the mattress as if it were killing him not to touch me. That simple knowledge made me feel more powerful than I ever had before.
“Every. Single. Thing.”
The burn dropped deeper.
“My bra,” I whispered.
Lawson’s hands lifted, his finger tracing the line of fabric against my breast. “You were born for lace. Delicate and beautiful, just like you.”
He bent forward, his lips tracing the same line, his tongue flicking out.
