He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,13

as Lawton finished his task and then sank back, all the way back, lying flat against the floor with a groan as his back straightened out. It had been a long night, and I could relate.

He was sprawled across the carpet like fucking sex, and the outline of his dick in those thin pants made it pretty clear that he was just as hard as me.

How much of that was specifically because of me, and how much of it was because I was an available omega and in the same room as him? I knew there were plenty of alphas in the world that weren't picky, but it was hard to shake the fact that everyone seemed to think that Lawton was attracted to me, and then there was the chocolate milk thing.

Was this more than just an any port situation, or was all this hoping just setting me up for disaster?

It definitely wasn't helping me build a fucking jet.

Needing better leverage, I put a knee between his legs, to lean a little further out over the table, finally managing to get the piece in place after a long moment.

I gasped nearly knocking the damn thing to the floor when I felt fingers dip below the hem of my shirt, dragging against the skin on my side. He was still lying back on the floor with one arm crooked behind his tilted head as he looked at the spot where he was touching.

"Is this a tattoo?" he asked, even though I knew he had to be able to see the inked skin peeking out just above the band of my pants, and I groaned, nodding.

"Maddox dared me," I said huskily as he leaned up slightly to tug my pants down over my hip enough to view the tattoo completely.

The pillow I still been clutching fell away, revealing a lot more than the ink on my hip, and Lawton hummed as he glanced over at my crotch.

"It's a Lego." His voice was husky and dark.

"Yeah."

His thumb dipped low, swiping the marked skin beneath my pants, and I shuddered.

His eyes lit up as he watched my reaction, and he brushed the skin once more, moving his hands back up. Letting them slide beneath the fabric of my shirt, lifting with his wrists as his palms danced along my skin. "Do you have any more tattoos?"

"No."

He hummed again before leaning up and wrapping one arm around my waist while using the other hand to grip the back of my thigh, and he lifted me off the floor, sliding my leg outside of his and settling me in his lap with my knees on either side of his hips.

I gasped as our bodies met and moaned when he pulled me impossibly closer, pressing as much of himself to me as he could.

He groaned, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. The move pressed my glasses down into my cheeks causing the frames to dig in, but I didn't care because I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. "You feel just like I thought you would. You fit just right in my arms."

Oh shit. That was… I definitely felt perfect in his arms.

He pulled back slightly, opening his eyes and watching mine as he leaned in, brushing his nose with mine before flicking his tongue out and brushing it over my bottom lip.

I whimpered, tilting my head to chase it. He didn't disappoint. With a deep groan, he pressed his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue inside when I gasped against his lips.

I kissed him back with every ounce of the need inside me, not even allowing myself to worry about the fact that I'd only kissed a handful of people and didn't actually know if I was any good at it, since it had never felt right, and I'd stopped almost all communication with them directly after.

This felt right. This felt entirely too right.

He groaned against my mouth, leaning back and pulling me on top of him as he rested back against the floor again, curling up only slightly so that he could kiss me while rolling his hips and grinding our bodies together.

This was happening. This was actually fucking happening. I was too far gone in the feel of everything to think too hard on anything but my throbbing, leaking dick rubbing against his and the way his mouth was working mine while his hands slid all over my body.

He slid his hands back under my shirt,