CHAPTER 18
The room was dim, yet perfectly illuminated by the lone candle salvaged from their romantic evening, cascading their dancing shadows across the floor. He gently put her down, mindful of her leg, and just stood there, admiring her, gazing so deeply into her eyes, she could feel him without a touch. He moved closer, not an inch to spare between them, bodies touching, the heat exhilarating.
Dawson reached for the hem of her fitted t-shirt and lifted it slowly over her head, enjoying his view while exposing her nearly nude bust and abdomen. She grabbed his hands as he touched the scars left from her accident, but he responded by kissing each one, slowly and softly, loving them as much as he loved her. As he made his way down her body, he reached for the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts, which were clearly anxious for his touch.
Hands in his hair as he made his way around her body, her erotic instincts took over, and she reached for his shirt, removing it, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers. Pleased by her action, he rewarded her with his tongue lashing against one pebbled nipple while thumbing the other, making her knees weak. God, he was good at that. He roamed her body, worshiping every inch of it, showing her how deeply he loved her, kissing, sucking, and nipping along the way.
He found his way to her collarbone with his mouth, slowly moving to the sensitive side of her neck while his hands fondled her breasts, massaging and tweaking as he saw fit, causing her breathing to become heavy and seductive. She was nearly his undoing when he felt her reach under the waist band of the sweats he was wearing, forcing them to the ground before grabbing his goods with both hands.
Abundantly pleased with her more-than-a-handful, she returned the pleasure he was sharing, matching his intensity and pleased when his head fell back in response. Seeing his chiseled, hard body before her took her breath away. Just looking at him, and his beautiful body, gave her pleasure and nearly finished her. She missed this part of her man. Her
man
. That felt right. He felt right, and she wanted to show him just how right they were together. She stroked him in a rhythmic motion that his breathing soon matched.
Dawson grabbed her by the hips, trying to distract himself with her body, not wanting to finish this way, above all not before her. He slid his hands down her sides, stopping at the tight little yoga pants she was wearing. These pants had been giving him a hard-on all night. He needed to thank somebody for yoga pants because they did wonderful things to her ass, and he couldn’t stop staring at it.
His hands drifted below the cotton waist where they were met with a surprise. No fucking panties! His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, only he wasn’t a kid, and this candy was fucking hot and covered in sexy. “Commando?”
“They’re yoga pants…always.” She was a damn tease and knew it. Having a half-naked, smoldering hot woman in front of him did great things for his libido. But no underwear? Hallelujah, Lord have mercy. His virile proclivities took over like primal animalistic instincts.
He knelt before her, taking her pants with him, and he put her leg over his shoulder, opening her wide for his own pleasure as much as hers. She drove him crazy in the most sensual and erotic way, he wanted to pleasure her until she was fully sated and completely spent.
He started high on her abdomen and kissed his way down to her core where he was already stroking her folds, finding her sweet spot. Working her over, taking as much pleasure as he gave, his mouth found heaven just as he slipped a finger inside her hot, swollen center that was so wet and ready for him.
She grabbed his hair; it was all that she could hold of him, while the rest of him was between her legs, about to give her a grand finale. She leaned back against the wall, unable to stay upright on her own, balancing on one leg while the other was over his shoulder, continuing to gratify the need he created. Her breathing quickened when his second finger entered, stroking her inner core, and his free hand went to work on one of her breasts.
She was reminded of their night at the creek, how he managed to pleasure her in every way, all at once, and this was no second place. No, he knew her, knew what she needed, knew what she wanted
, and what she wanted was dirty and carnal in the best possible way. She could hardly handle the intense bliss he was creating; breathing fast, moaning, calling his name when euphoria settled around her, and she came hard, literally at the hands of her man.
He enjoyed the waves of her ecstasy for a few more minutes but couldn’t contain his own need any longer. Feeling her erotic finish was invigorating and was nearly his ending too. He removed his fingers and worked his way back up, not taking his time this round. No, he was a man on a mission, ready to take care of the needs she inspired.
He lifted her against the wall, her legs found his waist, and his mouth found hers. Still coming down from her high, she quickly found his rock-hard manhood and took him in, all of him, in one erotic motion, and he was gone. She moved slowly, feeling every inch of him, enjoying every inch of him, while their hard purposeful kisses told a story only they heard. She was taking control, and he let her.
She took him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. She was a goddess, riding him faster and harder against the wall. It was his turn to go weak in the knees as she generated a scene worthy of a racy movie. He had to move. Never losing contact, he moved them to the bed where he sat down and helped her finish, matching her every move, motion for motion, until he couldn’t hold back anymore and completely let go, riding the final waves of their steamy encounter.
He held her the rest of the night, making love to her several times. This time, however, it was slow and sensual, marking the beginning of their beautiful love story. This day couldn’t have been more right, a defining, turning moment for both of them. The early morning approached when they drifted off to sleep, drawing a close to their magical evening just as the candle dimmed.
Dawson woke her the next morning with a gentle kiss and a big, hot cup of coffee in hand before he ran to town for some much needed sugary goodness from Baker’s. He missed their mornings there, and after such a great evening that lasted well into the early morning hours, he thought it would be a nice way to keep it going—fritters together like they had before the accident.
He gave her a beautiful smile that made her putty in his hands. She could get used to waking to this face every morning. Noticing he had his shoes and jacket on, she was secretly hoping he was just a get-dressed-no-lounging-around-in-sweats kind of guy because the idea of him leaving, even for a little while, made her miss him before he was even gone. She was relieved it was a quick fritter run, which had her heart racing. She missed their morning fritters together as much as he did.
Not wanting to bother Gran or Evie, who were probably still recovering from late night shenanigans with Ellie, she convinced him to just go and not trouble them. She didn’t need a babysitter
for such a quick trip. She was going to shower and had a few things to tend to anyway, so the time would pass quickly. He left reluctantly, promising to make a quick trip of it with a short detour to take some sweets to the gang down at the house. What could happen in an hour?