“This was one of the best days of my life, Dawson.”
His cheeks fill with color. “It’s not over.” Dawson’s forehead drops to mine as he moves his thumbs along my cheeks, our eyes locking. “Be mine, Ambrosia.”
I feel his heart pounding in his chest, but that’s not what has me breathless. No. It’s the vulnerability in his sweet eyes. The set of his jaw. The slight flush of his cheeks.
I want to be his.
Unable to keep it in, I whisper, “I already am.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ambrosia
Molten heat sparks in Dawson’s eyes, but I only get to admire it for a split second before his lips cover mine. He tastes better than he feels, like the caramel and cider from earlier. Within seconds, I’m lost in the feel of him. Our mouths move together like they were always meant to. The kiss isn’t sweet or shy or quick like it was before; this kiss is all teeth and heat. I open for him without his asking, and he dives in, his tongue touching mine in the most overwhelming way with a moan I feel deep in my core. He presses me into the sliding door, and I grip the back of his shorts, holding him to me as he devours my mouth.
But I give just as much as he does.
I nip at his lip, suck his tongue in my mouth, and arch up into him so he knows that I want every single inch of him. He may need to add baseball to the list of sports he plays, because he has a bat in his fucking pants that is throbbing against my stomach. I moan into his mouth when he presses it into me, letting me feel every single inch of him.
And there are a lot…of inches.
I want him badly.
I slip my hands into his shorts, digging my nails into his bubble butt, and the sound he makes is somewhere between a primal growl and a whimper. He moves his hands from my face, one going to my throat, gently holding me, while the other slides down my side, leaving a trail of heat that has me vibrating all over. I suck on his bottom lip then whisper against his lips, “I want you.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, kissing down my jaw to my neck. He nuzzles his nose as he licks and sucks my flesh. I squeeze his ass again, and he nips at my neck before taking his hand from my throat and putting it on my hip, squeezing so hard I reel at the feeling. He slides his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me with ease. When I’m airborne, I don’t cry out or fear anything. I know he has me. He takes me to the couch as I kiss and nibble along his jaw. “Ro, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” I say as he lays me down, covering my body with his delicious one. He smiles against my lips before devouring them again. I need to feel his skin, so once more, I slip my hands into his shorts and squeeze his butt.
I may be obsessed with his ass.
“I live for your touch,” he murmurs against my lips, the feel of his lips sending chills down my spine.
“Touch me,” I practically beg, breathing like I’ve been running for twenty minutes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. “I want to—fuck, I want to—but maybe we should go slow?”
Slow? Fuck that.
I lick up his chin, over his lips, to the tip of his nose. His hips jerk into me, and he lets out the most satisfying whimper. I almost come at the sound. “Please, Dawson,” I whine, squeezing his ass. “This has been slow enough. Touch. Me.”
He groans against my lips before he pushes my skirt up to my waist, gliding his fingers along my hips and down my thighs. “I’llgive you anything you want,” he whispers, kissing down my jaw. “I just don’t want you to think this is all I want.”
“I know it’s not,” I say. And I truly do.
With how resistant I was, I’m as surprised as you are.
But come on, we’re all on the same page, right?
Or am I being naïve?
All my thinking goes to hell when he trails his lips down my neck. His mouth is hot, soft, and I want to drown in the feel of him. I open the buckles of my straps, and he pulls down my shirt to expose my cleavage, where he licks and sucks on my flesh. I tilt my hips up as he settles between my thighs, his hardness thick and heavy against my center. I wrap my legs with his, threading my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and knocking off his cap. I throw it off the couch as he continues down my body. I gasp loudly when he swirls his tongue around my belly button, sucking on my flesh before kissing my mound over my tights. His eyes cut to mine, and they’re so dark, his mouth parted as he gasps for air, his face flushed.
I trace a finger along his jaw and then his lip before I whisper, “You’re stunning.”
He bites my finger softly and then smirks at me. “That’s my line.” I laugh softly as his fingers dig into my thigh. “Can I take these tights off and devour your sweet cunt?”
