It was one of the downsides of townhome living. On a normal day, the stairs weren’t a problem. But on a day like today, it made half my rental inaccessible to me.
I sized him up.
He was a big man, but I was a bigger woman.
He might be all muscle, but I had plenty of fat on me.
Still, something told me hecouldcarry me up the stairs.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’m not a lightweight, delicate flower.”
His eyes drifted down my form and back up again. “Not a problem. I got you, Amy.”
And the trouble was, I believed him. I was falling for this man hard and fast.
But would he end up being just like Chris in the end? Sometimes men lost interest after they got what they wanted.
Somehow, I didn’t get that vibe from Dawson. He seemed solid through and through.
So, in the end, I relented and let him carry me up the stairs. I couldn’t even sling my arm around him since it was broken and in a cast. But I rested my head on his chest as he brought me to the second floor, step by cautious step.
When we got to the top, he wasn’t even breathing hard.
He brought me to my bedroom and settled me down on the bed while I tried not to swoon.
Having this big strong man carry me around like I was a piece of kindling had started my blood stirring in my veins.
Dawson was aman. Arealman.
And for whatever reason, ever since we’d laid eyes on each other at the Bear Den, he hadn’t been able to look away from me.
The intensity of his interest was flattering, and I felt completely safe with him. Even though we hadn’t known each other long.
“Thanks for taking such good care of me. You probably want to get back to your life now.” I wanted to give him a way out. His guilty conscience shouldn’t trap him here with me.
But he just looked at me quizzically. “I’m planning on setting up camp right here until I know you’re feeling good enough to get around on your own.”
Then his eyes slid off me and onto my nightstand.
His mouth dropped open, and he chuckled. “Well, that one’s almost as big asme.”
I glanced over to see what he was looking at.
Instant mortification flew through me, settling in every cell of my body.
This was one way to embarrass thehellout of yourself.
Chapter 8
Dawson
Once I got her settled in the bed, I looked around her bedroom, my gaze falling on her nightstand.
And would you fucking believe what I saw there?
Amy had the biggest vibrator I’d ever seen. It was latex and covered in pink sparkles.
And best of all, it had been inside her pussy before.
