Lost in You: Petal, Georgia, Book 2 by Lauren Dane

snuggled up in her lap with Buck, who everyone had insisted he bring over, who’d laid his head on her thigh. She spent a lot of her time laughing and joking.
    He noticed she filled that spot in her family. She made it look effortless, the way she cheered up crying children. He’d watched her steer the conversation around potential arguments between her siblings, even as she’d defended them, and in a few cases, delivered a little discipline.
    And there they sat in his truck, in his driveway because Buck was with them. He should have dropped her off first, then he’d have a way to just kiss her and move on. He knew once they had sex things would deepen between them. How could they not? He should avoid it.
    He gave himself this lecture as she chatted with Buck, who’d managed to claim her lap. Whatever it was, Buck thought it was awesome because he gave her his best dog grin and licked her here and there to underline it.
    Joe didn’t blame Buck. He wanted to lick her too.
    He got out and went around, and she handed him the dog first, before he helped her out.
    “He’s spoiled enough as it is.”
    She laughed. “The kids were in heaven with him tonight. I’m so glad you came along, Buck. You made lots of happy giggly children.”
    Buck danced to the front door after he stopped to sniff around the steps and the flowerboxes. He snorted, peed on a few places and barreled into the house when Joe opened the door.
    “So, Joe Harris, are you going to make this girl all giggly?”
    He backed her up against the wall, pressing himself into her body. “I think so, yeah.” He kissed her slow, tasting her, settling in. “Though your mouth might be too busy to giggle.”
    “You say the hottest stuff.”
    Her hands made their way under the hem of his shirt, stroking up his back, nails scoring lightly, sending shivers through him.
    “I really want to see those tattoos.”
    He picked her up and headed back to his bedroom. Once he’d tossed her to his bed, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, reveling in the way she looked him over.
    “Good God,” she breathed out. “I might come just from looking at you.”
    “Don’t leave without me.” He pulled her pretty sandals off, digging his thumbs in, kneading until she made a sound that shot straight to his cock.
    The hem of the skirt she wore slid up, exposing a whole lot of tanned thigh. He knelt on the bed, sliding his palms up from her ankles, up her calves, pausing to dig his thumbs in just behind her knee. Her lips parted on a soft sigh as she watched him.
    She parted her thighs, giving him a glimpse of fire-engine-red panties. Her cleavage heaved up at the scoop neck of the shirt she had on. He shook his head. “There’s so much here I don’t know where to start. You’re like Christmas and my birthday all in one ridiculously sexy package.”
    “You can start by getting rid of your shorts.”
    She smiled. That smile.
    His hands went to his waist, and she watched, her breath catching as he popped the button.
    “You should get rid of that shirt.” He tipped his chin in her direction.
    She sat up, crisscrossed her arms, grabbed her shirt at the hem and pulled it off, leaving her in a sexy red bra.
    He ran covetous hands all over her then. Needing to touch that soft, pretty skin. Needing the curve of her breasts.
    “Damn, baby, you’re so pretty.” He brushed his lips over the right breast and then the left as he got her bra unhooked and pulled away from her upper body.
    He sucked in a breath. “These. Sweet baby Jesus.” He thumbed across her nipples until she squeaked, arching into him, her fingers clutching his biceps to keep him close.
    “When you had on a shirt and sandals, the skirt was sexy, but pretty wholesome.” He sat back on his heels to take her in. Tousled. Lips swollen from his kisses, her hair had come loose from the ponytail she’d been wearing. Her tits, holy shit, perfect, pert B cups.
    “And now?”
    “Now.” He reached up under her