Page 32 of Lawson & Jill

He’d found a home in his woman’s arms. He thanked all the powers in the world that had brought her into his life as he reached for the nightstand and found the protection that they needed for the moment. But one day…?

Jill spread her legs and guided him to the greatest pleasure of his life.

She reached up for him. Law took her hand and placed a kiss on the center of her palm. Ever so slowly, he tugged her arm so that it rested above her head, then he did the same with the other, so that her wrists crossed. Her eyes gleamed in the low light coming through the windows, her pulse fluttering at her throat.

Watching her fall apart was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life. If she touched him, it would be game over, and he wanted to make their joining last.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” she asked breathlessly.

“Tell. Request. Beg. Anything I need to do so that you stay as you are. Can you do that for me, Jill?”

Her eyes widened, her thighs quivered, and she nodded.

Thank fuck!

Law intended to take great advantage, and it would start with another kiss. She had the poutiest, prettiest lips in the world. He swept down and plundered them. Her moans mixed with his groans. When he felt her arms begin to move, he reached up and held her wrists in a gentle, inexorable grip. He feathered kisses down her jaw, ever downward until he was tormenting one taut pink nipple.

When she shrieked her pleasure, his cock got so hard he thought he might burst through the condom.

He licked and savored her other breast as his hand slid slowly downwards until he found her wet, tender folds. He parted the lips of her sex and circled the hard nub of her clit. He knew he was torturing her by the sounds she made. When she was gasping and begging and on the precipice of ecstasy, Law gritted his teeth as he finally started the slow thrust into her tight channel.

An earthquake could shake the house apart and he wouldn’t notice—nothing but Jill and this moment existed. He looked down and Jill’s eyes were shining up at him, so much emotion and passion. She tugged and he let go of her wrists. Her fingers stroked down his jaw.

“Lawson,” she whispered. “You create beauty.”

Law shook his head. “It’s you,” he rasped.

Jill lifted herself up, taking him deeper. He was undone. Her eyes, her moans, her need, it all took him beyond anything he’d ever felt before. Law thrust again and again, into Jill’s tight needy body. She clenched around him, her fingernails scraped for purchase against his back.

“More. I won’t break,” she gasped.

“But I might,” he groaned as he met her each upward thrust with a powerful plunge that had her crying out his name.

He watched every expression that crossed her face, gloried in the joy and pleasure he saw shining up at him. Then she clenched and trembled and he forgot everything but her name.

The only thing left in his mind was the stunning image of Jill’s smile as they flew together into the stars.