Loving Lawson (13 page)

              His hand touched the side of my face. He stroked my cheek lightly.

              “Heath,” I breathed, looking down at his lips. I wanted them again. God, I wanted to feel them.

              He was warring with his thoughts. His upper body trembled as he fought to regain control. He shut his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

              “Fuck it,” he whispered before crashing his mouth against mine.

Allie

His kiss was slow, cautious. His soft lips brushed mine over and over again. His hand cupped the side of my face as he pressed his body against the length of me. He covered all of me, burning me with need as I desperately kissed him. I gripped the back of his head, pulling him to me as my lips parted and my tongue darted out to taste him. He opened his mouth and welcomed me in, sliding his tongue between my lips, touching my own. My body hummed with delight at the erotic, languid way he kissed me.

             
Oh, my God.

              This felt beyond good. Better than before. My hips rocked up against him, already feeling an ache between my legs. His other hand drifted down my side, cupping my hip tightly. This was escalating fast. When he spread my legs apart and ground against me, I broke free of his mouth and moaned loud and long into the air.

              His jeans were thick, but I could feel the hardened bulge as he ground into me again. He panted against my mouth, gripping my hair with one hand and squeezing harder at my hip with the other. We were overheated and sweaty, the sounds of our quick, heavy breaths taking over every inch of the room.

              My head was spinning with lust. I couldn’t think. I stared up at the dark ceiling as the ache between my legs worsened. The sensations were hitting me hard and fast, and I was helpless to the addictive feel of it.

              His wet kisses trailing down my neck, licking a path to my collarbone.

              The heat of his flesh against mine.

The feel of his hand moving beneath my shirt, edging along the hem of my lounge pants.

              His soft curses as he continued grinding into me, muttering, “Fuck,” over and over again, causing more moans to fill the air.

              The smell of his sweat and cologne, so unbelievably different to Ryker’s.

             
Ryker.

              I shut my eyes tightly as the name put holes in my chest. Heath felt amazing and right touching me like this. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, didn’t want him to see the battle I was having on the inside…

              But I didn’t have to. He licked up my throat, kissed me passionately – draining every bit of himself into it – before he pulled away and stared down at me. He was still trembling, still panting hard against my mouth, and still hard as granite between my legs, but the conflicted look in his eyes probably mirrored mine.

              We knew this was wrong.

              He rubbed his nose against mine, his chest heaving as he whispered, “This can’t happen in Ryker’s room, Allie.”

              I nodded, but my arm moved around the back of his neck, keeping him planted where he was. I didn’t want him to leave, which I had a feeling he was going to do. He was my anchor, and if he wasn’t with me right now I was going to sink. I pressed my mouth against his again, kissing him and loving when he returned it fervently. But the second I lapped my tongue against his lip, he reluctantly pulled away again.

              “Tell me to stop,” he then said, his chest moving faster than ever. “Tell me we can’t do this.”

             
What? No, no, no.

              I blinked back tears. “I can’t say that.”

              “Allie…” he groaned as though he was pained, returning the next kiss I stole from him. His hand travelled the length of me again as he deepened our kiss, shuddering with every moan I made. God, what was I doing to make him so worked up? I didn’t know. I didn’t understand it, but Christ, it made me feel so good and…
wanted
.

I was so hot with need, I felt primitive. I just wanted it. God, just give me it! I wanted to beg him not to stop. I wanted to scream for him to give me what we both wanted right now, and even though I was kissing him, swallowing his passion until it was coursing through me, I could still feel his reluctance.

I whimpered when he broke from the kiss and dropped his head between my neck and shoulder. He shook his head. “Allie, please…”

              “I don’t want you to stop,” I croaked out. My voice sounded like it’d been grated against sandpaper. I couldn’t recognize myself. Who was this girl that just wanted to throw caution to the wind and not care about the consequences? It was the addictive feel of him, I knew. It was the taste of his lips I couldn’t get enough of. A selfish part of me wanted to say it was all his fault for tasting so good!

              “I’m so torn right now,” he whispered. “My body’s splitting in two. Jesus. I want to fuck you until you’re in pieces, but I also want to walk away too.”

              “Don’t walk away.” I didn’t want it to sound like a plea, but it did. Truth was, I needed him. I needed that connection. I needed to break down the void that was silently killing me on the inside with each passing day.

              He groaned, taking a moment to decide. Maybe he was waiting for the need to pass. Maybe I was too. Unfortunately, I wasn’t so lucky. Touching him was making it worse.

              “Be with me,” I whispered, fearing rejection like nothing else before. “Please.”

              Those words were his undoing.

              He kissed me hard; tongue and gentle bites along my lips. I went slack, letting him roam where he wanted, savouring every bit of it as he masterfully touched me. I moaned and breathed harshly when his hand slid down the side of my body and rested between my inner thighs. Not wanting him to stop, I gripped him tight, not once objecting to any of it. I felt like I was completely surrendering myself to him. It made time halt. The world slipped away as he continued to torment me.

              His fingers moved up, drifting lightly over my stomach, pulling my shirt up along the way until they were bunched above my breasts. He pulled away from my mouth and stared down at my plain, white bra. He pulled the cups down, baring my breasts to him. His breathing hitched as he dragged his finger along both nipples, hardening them instantly.

              “Fuck, Allison.”

              Those words were equally turning me on just as much as his touch was. I barely breathed as those fingers continued down my stomach, lightly brushing against the waistband of my lounge pants. My hips pushed off the bed, pressing into his fingers. I stared at his mesmerized face, waiting anxiously for him to continue.

             
God, he better fucking continue!

              He licked his lips, glistening them in a way that made me want to lick the moisture off, before he dipped his fingers slowly beneath my pants. My cheeks heated as I felt him roaming along the edges of my core. Was he trying to kill me?

              He gave me another kiss while he slowly touched me closer to where I needed him most. When his fingertips skirted over my slit, I let out a moan and he grunted in response.

              “You’re so wet,” he said in a pained way. “Fuck, you really want this.”

              How could I not?

              I simply nodded as my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensations. A burning, tingling feeling travelled through me as he roamed up my slit, circling my clit in a way that drew out more moans.

             
Oh, my…

              I was prepared to call him God if he wanted me to. Hell, I’d say he was the devil instead, because these sensations were nothing short of sinful. He was touching me like he knew my body so well already. I never thought it could feel this good.

              As he continued setting the bottom half of my body on fire, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly. I rested my hand against the back of his head, moving my hips again, encouraging him to keep going. To not stop.
Please, never stop.

              “You like that?” he asked, breathing heatedly against my breasts, groaning himself each time I moaned. I didn’t think anything could be this erotic.

              I didn’t know what I was saying exactly. A bunch of unintelligent gibberish coming out in a rush, like, “Don’t stop… God… Heath… Yes, like that…I can’t believe… So good.” I was sure I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on.

              I was lost in this world he’d built around us. I never wanted to leave this damn bed.

              “Don’t stop.”

              He didn’t.

              He didn’t bloody stop.

              I’d never had that happen to me.

              I expected him to pull away and ask to be returned the favour.

              He didn’t.

              “Oh, my God.”

              The second he slid his finger inside of me, the orgasm built in record time. One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. Four… and I was gone, crying out into the air, drawling out his name as I went. I shook from its intensity and he drowned out my cries with that beautiful mouth of his.

              “Shit, Allison,” he said in bewilderment. “Shit, you’re killing me.”

              I came down from the high, but my want for him was just as strong, if not more. I kissed him again, thanking him silently for the most wonderful orgasm I’d ever had. He pulled back and looked down at me, those hungry eyes darkened with every second that passed.

              “Do you…” he paused and looked about my face, “do you want more, Allison?”

             
Allison.

              He’d said my full name in one night more times than I’d ever been called it my whole life.

He was destroying me, this guy.

“Yes,” I said straightaway. There was no hesitation. If he detected the slightest hint this entire moment would collapse all around us.

I wasn’t sure what thoughts lurked inside of him, but the look he was giving me made my heart erupt. It was so warm. So good. Nothing at all like the lusty filled gaze he’d given Tru.

              He kissed me softly. “Okay,” he whispered.

Then everything happened at once.

              He took my clothes off speedily, surprising me by how unsmooth he was. He tugged my shirt over my head, taking some painful strands of my long hair in the process, then pulled down my shorts and underwear, removing them completely out of one leg but leaving the other leg on like he had no time to spare. The Heath I knew was good at everything he did. He was calm and collected. He was charming and smooth. This one in front of me now was all over the place. One second kissing my lips, the next down my neck and to my breasts, tearing apart my bra like there was a countdown I didn’t know about. I was hot to the touch by the time he began removing his own clothes, and it hardly took a few seconds before he was pressed against me again, this time flesh against flesh.

              He slowed his movements down entirely when he settled between my legs, licking between my opened lips with his warm tongue.

“I never thought I’d be with you like this,” he said. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“If you are, don’t wake up.”

“Believe me, I’m not going to… It’ll take a freight train to knock me out of this.”

I shut my eyes when I felt the hard tip of his erection pushing up and down my folds, and he muttered again how wet I was. How good it felt against the head of his cock. It was like he was teasing me with his length, skimming over my entrance and making me feel emptier than ever.

              “Heath,” I whimpered. “Please…”

              His breaths quickened from my words. He stilled at my entrance and slowly pushed into me, filling me inch after inch with all of him. I gasped at the fullness, at my body stretching for him. He tensed as he pulled out, letting out a sharp hiss.

              “Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re tight, Allie. Fuck, you feel good.”

He moved in and out a few times in a painfully slow pace, savouring the feel of it. He cursed as he went, boxing me in with his arms as he tried to keep himself from going faster.

“It’s been a long time for me,” he muttered after a kiss. “I don’t know how long I can keep holding back.”

I shook my head against his mouth. “Don’t hold back at all.”

He moved harder into me and we groaned in unison. God, it felt good. I gripped him tighter as he picked up the pace, stretching me with every sharp, fast thrust. He sent kisses down my neck, licking the hollow of my throat before taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard again, making my blood rush straight to my breasts. All the while he continued to violently move into me.

“Please…” I was lost in my pleasure, waiting for the explosion to come and sweep me away. I was desperate for him to give me it.

              I tightened around him, and he growled at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

              He brought his mouth back over mine again and his body immediately slowed, pushing away the crest of pleasure instantly. I dug my nails into his back and tried to get him to speed up again.

              “I’m so close,” I cried out to him.

              “I know. I can feel it.”