Page 19 of Lawson & Jill

“Now, would I tease about something as important as a man’s evening meal?”

“I sure as hell hope not.”

She watched him take a swig of beer and consume a third of the bowl of guac with some chips. She slid closer to him next to the counter and hip-checked him. “Save some for me.”

He heaped another generous helping of the guacamole onto a chip and carried it to her mouth. “Taste.” His voice was a low purr and she felt it right in her core. It took everything she had not to shimmy in response. Lawson Thorne was sexy with a capital Sex, and he could get her motor humming fast.

She opened her mouth and took a bite. He hovered, watching her as she chewed and swallowed.

“Another,” he said hoarsely as he continued to hold the chip out for her to take another bite.

Holy heck, I turn him on too! Yay Team!

She took another bite. Close to his fingers. A little guacamole strayed onto her lip. Before she had a chance to lick it off, Law dropped the rest of the chip on the counter and slowly swiped his tongue against her lip, taking the guac into his mouth. Then he came back and gently bit her lower lip and glided his tongue across her wet flesh.

She moaned as she reached for his arms to hold herself upright.

Back and forth his tongue swiped across her lip. She couldn’t stand it and she shook her head so that she could break his hold and lean in for a proper kiss.

Law chuckled as she opened to him, and he took immediate advantage, thrusting his tongue into her warm, wet depths.

Finally.

* * *

Law pulled her in, needing to feel her body plastered against his. He loved the feel of her, every last curve felt perfect as he pulled her in even tighter. He had kissed her and tasted her before, but never had he felt so needy.

So greedy.

Jill let out a sigh and her hands slowly climbed up his arms to his shoulders, until her fingers finally found a home stroking his scalp. He was inundated with sensation, the taste of lime and Jill, the feel of her lush breasts against his chest and her nails raking through his hair that sparked lightning straight to his dick.

Lightheaded with the touch, taste, and scent of Jill, Law felt himself tipping over a ledge. He cupped her jaw so that he could position herself just right for her kiss. He was met with a little whimper that sounded like a hungry kitten.

Jesus, she’s going to kill me.

Law stroked his fingers down her cheek, then down her neck to the vee of her t-shirt until his fingers moved over the swell of her breasts.

She broke the kiss. “Lawson,” she sighed.

He molded her breast and the feel was exquisite—she fit his hand perfectly.

She made a quick move, then her hand was covering his.

What’s wrong?

“Babe? Jill?”

Her hand pressed his tighter against her flesh.

Ahh.

Law couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he realized she was as needy and greedy as he was. In one quick move, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him so that he could put her up on the kitchen counter. He had just barely enough sense not to land her in the guacamole.

“Good call.” Jill grinned into his eyes.

Law dove in for another frantic kiss. He could not get enough of this woman. His fingers tangled in her soft raven hair, and his other hand slipped under the back of her t-shirt. Such silky skin. He skimmed upwards until he hit the back of her bra.

She huffed out a laugh. “Front clasp.”