There wasn’t even a flicker of nerves, only want. Need. I framed Lawson’s face in my hands. “Take me, Blue. Show me how it can be.”
That was all he needed. Lawson had me flat on the mattress in a flash. “Legs around me,” he commanded.
They moved on instinct, my heels hooking as my breaths came faster.
Lawson’s tip bumped against my entrance, a brutal tease. His eyes locked with mine. “It’s you and me. Always you and me.”
My throat burned. “You and me.”
He pushed inside. The stretch nearly took me out as Lawson dropped his forehead to mine.
“Breathe,” he said, his thumb stroking my clit, turning the pain into a delicious burn.
“Blue.” His nickname was part prayer, part breath.
“That’s my girl.”
“More,” I begged.
Lawson obliged. His thrusts were gentle at first, testing. But my heels dug into his ass, silently asking for more.
“Hallie,” he warned.
My fingers tightened on his shoulders. “All of you. I want all of you.”
That blue flashed, and Lawson gave in.
His back arched as he thrust deeper, muscles bowing and flexing. It was art—watching him as he painted a masterpiece with my body.
My mouth fell open as he hit a spot that had lights dancing across my vision. Sparks of color.
My hips rose to meet his in a frantic, desperate plea. I wanted him so deep inside me that I could never get him out.
Lawson let out a guttural growl. “With me, Hallie. Need you with me.”
His thumb pressed my clit as he pumped into me, and I shattered. A spiral of sensation.
“Eyes on me,” Lawson commanded. “Can’t lose those eyes.”
I struggled to stay focused, not to lose sight of those deep blues as my body rode the wave.
Lawson arched into me, impossibly deeper as he emptied, my walls clamping down in a vicious squeeze. He let out a curse as his forehead dropped to mine. “Hallie…” he breathed. “Never been happier to be utterly ruined.”
My hand lifted to his face, his stubble pricking my palm. “That was more than I ever could’ve imagined.”
Lawson slipped from my body, and I couldn’t help a slight wince. He frowned. “Hurting?”
“Maybe just a little,” I said with a sheepish smile. “Worth it.”
His thumb traced my bottom lip. “Gonna run you a bath in my tub. That should help.”
My eyes flared. “I like baths.”
Lawson chuckled, but the sound of a ringing phone cut it off. He muttered a curse and quickly searched for the device in our pile of clothes.
“Hartley,” he clipped.
His back straightened, his shoulders turning to granite. “Where?” There was a pause. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
