Page 41 of The Back Forty (Whitewood Creek Farm #5)
He narrows his eyes, gaze sharpening like he’s trying to figure out if I’m joking, seducing him or both. Then, slowly, like a match catching flame, his expression shifts. His eyes turn molten, sliding over me like heat.
“That’s not pajamas,” he says. “That’s a fucking tempting piece of silk wrapped around a body I—” He cuts himself off. Swallows hard.
“A body you what?” I ask softly.
He closes his eyes. “A body I love. A body I can’t stop thinking about. A body I told myself I wouldn’t touch again because I refuse to cross that line with you when you’re scared.”
My chest tightens as I step forward. He doesn’t say anything more. Just shifts upright on the couch, legs planted wide, arms braced on his thighs like he’s trying to stay grounded. I walk toward him slowly until I’m standing between his knees.
“I’m crossing the line then,” I whisper.
He doesn’t stop me when I press my palms into his thighs. Doesn’t move when I swing a leg over and lower myself into his lap, straddling him gently. My hands find the nape of his neck, fingers sliding into his damp hair and tugging.
He looks up at me, eyes searching mine, looking tortured and full of heat. He wants me. He wants me just as badly as I want him. And I'm tired of running because of fear.
“What do you want, Dani?” His voice is raw now, frayed and thick with everything he’s holding back.
“You,” I breathe. “I want us . But I’m scared, Lawson. I’m terrified that working together… and doing this might be too much. That it might ruin everything.”
His hands finally rise, gripping my hips like he’s been dying to touch me. He rocks me forward slightly, and I feel the hard length of him underneath me. My breath catches.
“I promise I’ll try not to bring work into this. Not at home, and definitely not into our bedroom. Our bedroom will be for one thing only, bringing you pleasure and connecting.”
My heart races and my thighs clench around him as I grind down, my body taking over before I can overthink things. “I know you mean that. I do. But I’m still scared, Lawson.”
His eyes soften, and his hand comes up to brush my hair off my shoulder, fingertips grazing my skin softly. Then he leans in and presses his mouth to the side of my neck—soft at first, then firmer, sucking gently like he’s savoring me.
A full-body shiver ripples through me, heat pooling low in my stomach as he pulls back and meets my gaze.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel and velvet all at once.
“I don’t want you to ever feel scared when you’re with me.
I meant what I said. If this is too much, I’ll let you go.
But if you want this, really want this… then I need you to jump.
Not with one foot still on the ground because you’re nervous.
I want all of you. No halfway. No holding back and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
You give me everything, and I’ll give you the same.
You’ll have all of me, Dani. I won’t hold anything back from you. You have my word.”
God. All of Lawson.
I have no idea what that even looks like—what “all of him” entails.
But I want to know. I want to feel every sharp and soft part of him.
I want his truth, his pain, his need. I want to be the object of his attention and affection.
I want to share a hotel room with him when we travel and find our way back to it together every night, tangled in the sheets.
I nod; my voice caught in my throat. “Okay.”
He cups my cheek again, eyes searching mine for one last time then bring his lips to me, sealing them softly against my mouth. The kiss is sudden, stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasp softly as his tongue strokes along the seam of my lips, coaxing me open. And when I do, he takes .
His hand cradles the back of my neck, firm and possessive, the other grips my hip, pulling me down over the thick press of his erection until I’m grinding against him, desperate and dizzy. He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine and we’re both breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his lips brushing mine. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for so long.”
His hand slips beneath the silk of my nightgown, palm cupping my bare ass. He groans when he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Dani,” he rasps out, and then he’s moving, rising to his feet with me wrapped around him, carrying me to the bed and tossing me onto of it. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he says as he watches me. “Let me taste that pussy.”
My thighs fall open, shameless and aching for his touch. Lawson kneels between them, shoulders wide and solid as he leans in. His fingers part me gently, running through my opening, gathering how wet I already am for him. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks.
“Sweetest pussy. You want a taste?” he asks, eyes locked on mine.
I nod, throat dry. He slides his fingers through me again and then brings them to my lips. I suck them in, never breaking eye contact. His pupils go wide, blown black with want. Then he peels the nightgown over my head slowly until I’m bare beneath.
“Fuck,” he lets out a strangled sound, hands palming my breasts greedily. “I’ve wondered about these.”
I arch into his touch. “Yeah? What did you wonder?”
“I knew that they’d be beautiful, but I wasn’t expecting this. ” He groans as he kneads them in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I moan, then lowers his mouth to take one between his lips. He circles it with his tongue, sucking it deep before moving to the other.
“I need more,” I moan out.
His hand slides down again, fingers spreading me wide before pressing two deep inside.
I cry out, clutching at his arms as he pumps them slowly, curling them just right, mouth still latched on my breasts.
Then he lifts his face to kiss me again and this time it’s hot and filthy, like he can’t get enough.
And neither can I.
Kissing Lawson is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I never used to enjoy it with Elijah. It always felt disconnected, like his mouth was just another part of the performance and I was counting down the seconds until it was over and he started asking me about projections and possible clients.
But this? This feels sacred. Intimate. Like his lips are whispering truths into me without needing words.
I used to think sex was more vulnerable. But kissing Lawson… it’s more exposing than anything else. There’s life in his kiss. Hunger, promise and something close to devotion.
He breaks away, mouth wet, beard brushing my skin as he trails kisses lower. His tongue sweeps across my chest again before he moves between my thighs, fingers still working me open. And then his mouth covers my pussy, and he sucks.
“ Yes, Lawson , ” I moan, hips bucking. “Yes, just like that.”
His mouth is relentless, tongue flicking, sucking on my clit without release, his beard a delicious scrape against my thighs. His fingers thrust deeper, perfectly in rhythm with his tongue, and it’s too much in the best way.
“Please,” I beg, dizzy with need. “I want your cock. I need it.”
“Not yet,” he grits out. “I wanna feel you fall apart for me on my tongue first.”
I grip the sheets as he devours me, heat building sharp and fast. “I’m close,” I cry, breath hitching, back arching into his face. “I’m so close—”
“Come for me, baby. Say my name when you do.”
And I break. I cry out his name, body convulsing, pussy clenching hard around his fingers. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, dragging every last wave out of me until I’m trembling, my thighs shaking.
Before I fully land, I whisper, “You said you’d give me all of you; I want that . ”
He stands, shoving down his shorts. And holy shit. His cock is thick, hard, and heavy in his hand, veins bulging as he pumps it once, slowly. My mouth waters remembering how good it tasted.
“Had to make sure you were wet enough,” he says, voice guttural. “Didn’t want to hurt you.”
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around the base. He’s so big—bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. Stroking him feels like holding onto a steel pipe he’s so hard. My thighs fall open wider, hips lifting, welcoming him inside.
“I’m ready,” I say, eyes locked on his.
He lines himself up, and then pushes inside.
And I swear, the world stops spinning when he finally fills me.