She throws up her hands. “Dawson, guys don’t say shit like that!”
“You’ve known from the top I’m not like other guys.”
She’s fully flustered now. Her arms are flailing, her hand jerking, her eyes wild. “You are impossible. You don’t mean this.”
“I do.”
“Dawson, come on. I could get knocked up, and then what?” I try not to smile but it doesn’t work, and she lets out a huff. “Mother Mary above! That doesn’t scare you?”
“I mean, come on. You pregnant with my kid? That’s hot.”
“What is happening?” she mutters, shaking her head. “I just don’t get it.”
“I don’t know how you don’t get it,” I say, kissing her nose. “I’m in this.” Her eyes widen and then fall shut. She leans her forehead into my lips, and I kiss her softly, inhaling her. “I’m into you. I want you all the damn time. I had so much fun today and in every small moment you gave me before. I want them all. I want you.”
She pouts. “Dawson, I’m not worth?—”
“Don’t you dare talk about the girl who’s gonna take my virginity.”
Her eyes lock with mine. “Dawson,” she pleads, and I cup her jaw. “You are killing me here.”
“How so?”
“You know how. If I fall for you, I’ll fall hard.”
I grin. “Fall, baby. I’m here to catch you.”
She doesn’t smile. Instead, her eyes get misty. “Don’t drop me.”
“Never.”
It’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Dawson
When Ambrosia tries to say something else, which I doubt will be productive and will probably piss me off since I really don’t like when she talks about herself in a negative way, I cut her off with my mouth. And like I love, she melts against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck as I hold her closer. Our kiss is slow at first, but with each pass of my tongue over hers, it heats up. She moves her fingers to my shirt, pushing it up, and I help her pull it off.
“There is no one in this world who captivates me but you,” I tell her as she drinks in my chest, and then her gaze cuts to mine. “And, heart-stopper, I need these tits in my mouth.”
She lets out a little whimper, but together, we pull her shirt up and over her head. She goes for her bra as I undo the buttons at the side of her skirt, pushing it down her legs. I watch as she throws the pink bra to the side, her breasts bouncing free and leaving me speechless.
Her erect nipples are a dark rose color, and I want—no, I need—them in my mouth. I pull her to me by her hips, and I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking before shifting tothe other. She moans for me, whispering my name, making me so hard, my whole body throbs in time with my cock.
I come off one nipple with a pop and lick up her sternum. When I reach her chin, she’s panting for me, her eyes wild, as I ask, “Where are the condoms?”
“In the drawer,” she says, pointing to her nightstand. She sits down, slowly moving back on the bed and lying down.
I don’t move, speechless at her beauty as I drink her in. She’s thick in all the right places, her waist dipping in before flaring out into wide hips. Her stomach is fluffy with stretch marks I want to trail my tongue over. She has some along her breasts too and on the insides of her thighs. I want to trace each one and look for others. I want to explore her like she’s a new world to be discovered, and I want to be lost in her for the rest of my existence.
Before that, though, I need to be inside her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, all bedroom eyes and swollen lips. “God, I love how you look at me.”
I grip my cock, tugging on it harshly as I continue to watch her hands glide up her body to her heavy breasts. “It’s a fucking pleasure to look at you, Ro. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
