My core pulsed, pulling in, wanting.
“Blue,” I breathed.
His head pulled back. “Love when you call me that.”
I lifted a hand, running it through his dark hair. “Blue…”
Those eyes flashed. He reached behind me, unfastening my bra. My breasts fell free, but Lawson’s hands were there in a flash. He looked up for permission.
“Please,” I whispered.
He palmed the swells, his thumbs ghosting across my nipples. They pulled into tight buds as if crying out for his touch. Lawson leaned forward, taking a peak into his mouth.
My back arched, my body seeking more of the sensation. It was as if it set off a chain reaction of sparks, leading from nipple to core.
My legs tightened around Lawson, needing pressure at the apex of my thighs. And I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.
He released my breast, his eyes heating. “The sounds you make.”
I sat up straighter, emboldened by the need in his eyes. I reached down, pressing a hand to the front of his uniform pants.
Lawson let out a groan as he pressed against my palm. Hard and thick.
My breath caught as his dick twitched. “Can I see?”
“You are going to kill me,” he muttered. “Those innocent eyes ask such devilish things.”
I bit my lip. “Please.”
Lawson stood then, taking a step back. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
His fingers made quick work of his uniform shirt, then he tossed it to the floor as he kicked off his boots. My gaze drank in the planes of muscle and the dusting of hair over his chest. Then those clever fingers were on his fly. They moved fast, and then he was shucking his pants, too.
I couldn’t do anything but stare. I swallowed hard as I took in his length. Lawson’s hand closed around it, and he pumped once, twice.
My core tightened, wanting so badly to know what it would feel like to be filled by him. “Blue,” I whispered.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I—I don’t know. I just—I need.” My words wouldn’t come, but it was like my body was burning up, and only he could stop it.
Lawson stalked toward me. “You aching, Little Minx?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Need me to help?”
I nodded.
“Words, Hallie. Give me your words.”
“I need you,” I whispered.
Lawson sank to his knees again. He pulled off one shoe and then the other, taking my socks with them. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my leggings, and his eyes met mine.
“Yes,” I said before he could even ask.
My bottoms were gone in a flash, my panties with them.
