Maybe he thinks I lied to him about that.
“Oh God,” I mutter, reaching for my phone. I’m in the middle of texting an SOS to Reese when the door opens and Dawson walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of sexy briefs and carrying a tray holding coffee and breakfast.
He’s smiling, but when he sees me with my phone in my hand, it’s clear he knows exactly what I’m doing. And his face drops.
My cheeks blush painfully as I look at the floor. Dawson sets the tray on the bed and sits down beside me. I’m panting hard, but he drapes his arm over my shoulder and pulls me close. “Match my breath,” he tells me. Unlike mine, his is slow and steady. I do as I’m told, and after a minute or two, I’m feeling less like I want to throw up. “Now tell me what just happened in your head.”
“I…I’m so embarrassed,” I tell him, doing my best to explain to him all the silly thoughts that just invaded my mind. He’s going to realize any second that I’m not worth the effort. That I’m just a crazy girl who never had a man and will never be able to keep one.
But Dawson listens, his eyes focused on me like he genuinely cares, while I wait for the hammer to drop. “My brain…it just keeps telling me that I’m not good enough,” I whisper. “That you’re going to leave me any second.”
Dawson lifts my chin, making me look into his eyes.
“Your brain is lying to you, Evie,” he says firmly. “You should know that I only say things I mean, and when I say I wantyou, that’s exactly what I mean.”
I’ve never opened up to anyone like this before. Not even Reese. Of course she knows most things about me, but we usually joke and tease each other. But when I speak to Dawson, it’s like I’m baring my soul.
“Dawson—”
“Move in with me,” he says, catching me off guard. I smile. He must be kidding. But his face doesn’t budge.
“You’re…serious?”
“I told you, Evie, I mean what I say. And I want you to move in with me.”
A nervous laugh escapes me. I stare back at him, slowly processing, waiting for him to poke me in the side and tell me he’s just kidding. But that doesn’t happen. He just looks at me, like he’s waiting for an answer he knows will come.
“You’re crazy,” I tell him. “You’ve only known me for a few days—”
“Maybe.” He grins. “Come and live with me, Evie. Let me take care of you.”
Take care of you…
I had to admit, it’s a very attractive idea. More than attractive. I already feel like a princess with him even asking me. I can’t imagine how incredible it would be to have him actually be my protector, my boyfriend…
…my daddy.
But at the same time, is it moving too fast? There’s still the voice in the back of my head telling me to take my time. Not give up my freedom.
“I…I’ll have to think about it,” I finally say. My chest tightens. Isodo not want to disappoint him.
He nods slowly, then gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You can think about it here. Tonight. Now eat up. I told you I’m a Michelin star chef.”
Laughing, I dig into the fluffy pancakes with blueberry syrup and bacon. They’re incredible, as is the coffee. Dawson definitely has skills and incredible taste.
While I eat, he showers, and I can’t help but feel that tingling urge between my legs that I always feel when I wake up. Normally, I would find Charles in my drawer and satisfy it, but not today. Not here.
In fact, it feels wrong to eventhinkabout Charles. I know he’s an inanimate object, but if I were to use him, it would be like cheating.
Dawson has wormed his way into me and locked on. Even if I wanted to escape now, would I be able to?
When he emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, water dripping from his muscular, half-naked frame, my lust peaks. It doesn’t help that I’m completely naked beneath the sheets either.
I watch as he moves closer, tossing the towel. His cock swings between his legs like a baseball bat, making my mouth water.
My legs instantly spread as he climbs onto the bed. He pulls the sheets aside, and I draw a deep breath as he goes down.
“Wait,” I tell him. I don’t know why, but it’s the first word out of my mouth.
