My lips are trembling as I search for a response. But thankfully, our waiter arrives and asks us if we’d like dessert.
“No,” I blurt out. “We’re fine. Just the check, please!”
Ugh, did I just do that? End the date awkwardly in front of Dawson and our waiter?
I don’t know what I’m doing.
Every instinct I have is telling me to hurl myself into this man’s arms. But at the same time, I don’t know men! I have no idea what to do. All I can see is me making a fool out of myself.
Even as I stand up and head for the door, I can see Dawson smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. Outside, I pretend like I’m checking my phone while he pulls the truck up. Now I just have to make sure I don’t do something stupid on the way home.
The drive back to my apartment feels like an eternity. My whole body is buzzing. I feel like a tiny little planet in orbit around Dawson’s massive body. When he finally pulls up at my place, I’m frozen. I want to get out of the truck and race inside, but I also want to stay.
“You did so good tonight, Evie,” he tells me. I look up at him, feeling his praise like a physical touch. I want more.More.
But all I can do is shove the door open and run for the hills. I can’t even look back. I gasp for breath as I shut the door behindme. Only once I hear his truck pull away do I start to get a grip on things.
My thighs clamp together. My panties are soaked. The need inside me is so strong it’s painful. Charles won’t even put a dent in it.
Slumping down on the kitchen floor, I grab my phone from my purse. I start to text him but stop.
No. I can’t stop. He has to know.
I wanted you to kiss me.
I type it as fast as possible and press send. It takes him three minutes to respond, but those three minutes feel like an eternity.
I know. Next time, ask me.
7
DAWSON
I should have just kissedher. Why didn’t I kiss her?
I’ve been sitting in my car down the block from Evie’s apartment for the last twenty minutes, my fingers knotted around the steering wheel, knuckles white from the pressure.
I was trying to be a gentleman. My whole life I’ve been in control. Whether it’s business or personal, I’m in control of any room I enter. But this girl…Christ, she’s got me strung so tight I can barely think straight.
Her text,“I wanted you to kiss me,”stares up at me from my phone’s screen, burning a hole in my chest. The opportunity was there, and I didn’t take it.
My primal urges are overflowing. My cock was hard all through dinner and is still throbbing as I think about just how goddamn sexy she looked.
Perfectly fitted jeans and a top that I wanted to tear to pieces just to see what was underneath. I’d bet she’s a C-cup—perky and plump—and she had no bra on tonight. Her nipples were hard as she sat next to me, and it was all I could do just to get through my dinner without putting my hands on her.
Of course, Ididput my hands on her...but it was just my thumb on her thigh. And when I felt the warmth radiating off her, I nearly busted in my pants.
I want to take her. Ravage her. Hold nothing back.
But she’s innocent. She has to ask for it. Truly show me that she wants it.
I was watching her all dinner. Learning her. The way she fidgets when she’s nervous, the way her breathing changes when I got close, how she looks away when I hold eye contact too long.
The way her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate when I say something commanding.
That’s what she wants. She’s just never met a man strong enough to shower her. That’s me. She’s wiredfor me.
Something Reese said to me in passing suddenly enters my mind.“You know, Evie has a drawer full of toys and no social life.”I didn’t really pay much attention to it at the time—I was too busy thinking about contacting Evie—but now I wonder…
