Free Underneath It All (The Walsh Series #1) by Kate Canterbary

more than messy sofa sex. I wanted messy bed sex where there was enough room to spread her out and move in her, and then fall asleep with her wrapped around me, and then do it all over again. And after that we’d try it again with the ass-kicking heels.
    I secured Lauren’s legs around my waist and lifted her into my arms. My cock throbbed miserably, and nestling against the soft rise of her belly only made it worse. As much as I wanted to see a puddle on her stomach, I wanted it after my cock spent an extensive amount of time inside her. Striding toward the bedroom, I pulled her dress down her arms and tossed it in my wake.
    “This is like Carly Rae Jepsen crazy, right?” she laughed, her mouth pressed against the pounding pulse on my throat while I relieved her of her bra.
    “What’s that?”
    “I just met you, and we’re… It’s not ‘Call Me Maybe’ but it’s crazy. Do you do this a lot?”
    “You need to stop asking that,” I said, my mouth against Lauren’s. “Do you not recall me telling you you’re hot as fuck?”
    My fingers continued their descent and trailed along the seam of her ass to brush back and forth there. Her legs tightened and she rocked against my fingers. Another thing I didn’t expect from Lauren.
    I deposited her on the bed, her skin gleaming in the darkness.
    “Men always have such big beds,” she murmured. Her hand cruised over the dark blankets.
    I stopped, my fingers frozen on my half-buttoned shirt. “For our purposes right now, let’s not discuss you in anyone else’s bed.” Circling my hand in that direction, I shook my head. “In fact, I’d be good letting myself believe there haven’t been any others.”
    She was all pin-up, all the time, but her innocence lingered around the edges, and I preferred it that way.
    Lauren murmured something under her breath, looked up from beneath her lashes, and reached for me. “You sound like a caveman. I should not like that so much.”
    Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and she was bare save for the necklace nestled between her breasts. My fingers coasted down her chest and traced the rose quartz pendant crowned with a tiny pearl. “What is this?”
    Lauren smirked and watched my finger moving over the shape. It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “I think you know.”
    Lifting the pendant, I studied it in the moonlight. It resembled a flower, maybe a lily or even a conch shell, and my thumb circled the pearl again.
    “You’re good at that,” she laughed. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it down my arms.
    And then I figured it out. It wasn’t a flower. It was a pussy, an artfully carved pussy complete with a pearl clit, and she kept it hidden between her tits.
    “You’re a filthy, filthy girl. Pull back the sheets,” I barked when she reached for my belt. I didn’t know where I found the steely command, but I’d show her something about cavemen.
    Grinning, Lauren crawled away from me. While I struggled to shuck my pants, she folded the bed coverings and sat back. I felt saliva pooling in my mouth and I pursed my lips to keep from drooling. The sight of Lauren kneeling on my bed, her voluptuous body exposed and patiently awaiting instructions, left my brain screaming now and mine .
    “What would you like me to do, Matthew?”
    Absently throwing my pants toward the corner, I choked down the frantic desire throbbing in my veins, the drumbeat vibrating in my muscles and nerves, the energy pulsing from my fingertips. She was sweet and pure and obscene, and nothing like what I knew. “Lie back,” I ground out. “I want to watch you touching yourself.”
    Lauren’s eyebrows quirked at my request and she paused, blinking. There she was again with that innocence, and for a second, I doubted my request. Her suggestive comments were equally matched by timid ones, her bold touches balanced out by the tentative, but something about that pale pink necklace revealed the true Lauren.
    Or maybe it was the Lauren she