been holding launched out of his hand and headed in my direction. I twisted my body, and it hit me square on the butt. “Ouch!” I was cracking up and rubbing my cheek. “That hurt, you asshole.”
I didn’t even get a chance to say anything else. “Shut up,” he growled in my ear.
Dawson had come up behind me, grabbing my arm and shifting me around to face him. His hand slid underneath my hair and behind my neck, holding me in place. Warm and surprisingly soft lips crushed down on mine. I had no time to do anything but let him do what he wanted. In fact, no way was I stopping this. I fell on him, letting him hold up the weight of my body. Pulling back, I parted my lips and smiled. He covered the short distance; drawing in my lower lip with tantalizing suction, he gently tugged. Heat seeped through me, and a fired ignited in my veins. As his teeth scraped across my sensitive skin, I pressed my tongue forward. The moment it touched his, he released my lip and surged forward with his own tongue. My arms came up and one wound around his back while my other hand grasped a handful of his hair, trying to pull him in closer to me. I felt desperate. Wetness was seeping through my panties, and I would have given anything at that moment for him to strip me down and for me to feel him moving inside me.
I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped from my throat. As soon as he heard it, he dropped his own limbs and took a step back from me. I stumbled slightly, more drunk from his kiss than the alcohol.
“Have a good night, Chandler.” He grinned devilishly.
I blinked rapidly. “What? You’re just going to leave? After . . . THAT?”
He turned and walked to the door. “Mmmhmm. You need to know who holds the power. Me.”
“Okay, now you really are an asshole,” I pouted, completely and utterly disgruntled.
He stood at the open doorway, unable to remove his eyes from me. Oh, he thought he held the power? We’d see about that. I was not the kind of girl who did things like this, but I felt like I was about to crawl out of my skin if he didn’t come back over here and touch me. Attempting to lure him back him, I turned away from him and faced the bed. Grasping the hem of my shirt, I lifted it up over my head and tossed it on the floor. I had no idea what kind of show I was giving him, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be enough. Oh well, my drunken state wasn’t going to allow me to stop what I was starting.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him taking out his phone and lifting it up to snap a picture of me. I smiled, as if almost posing for him, letting my head fall back and my long hair cascade downward. I heard the sound of the camera go off.
“Got it,” he said.
I put my arms up to cover my bra-clad chest. “Did you really just take a picture?”
“Of course, I did.”
“Come back in here.”
“No. I’m going back to my room. Goodnight, Chandler.”
Why was he torturing me? I knew he wasn’t going to come back unless I took everything off. But I couldn’t do that. My shyness would overtake me, and I’d stop before I’d even start.
“Goodnight,” I grumbled back to him.
And with that he shut the door.
The tip of my tongue was hurting, and I realized I’d burned it being off in la la land remembering one of my many dreams from last night.
“Ouch! Dammit,” I hissed, covering my mouth.
Dawson came walking into the kitchen with his messy brown hair and sleepy eyes, shirtless with black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. So help me God if he rounded the counter and he was barefoot, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to contain myself. A good-looking man without shoes and socks got me every time for whatever reason. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and wish him away just so I could get some peace for my very busy mind, but that simply wasn’t happening. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Oh no, I was staring as he came into the kitchen and stopped right in front of me.
Don’t look down,
I didn’t even get a chance to say anything else. “Shut up,” he growled in my ear.
Dawson had come up behind me, grabbing my arm and shifting me around to face him. His hand slid underneath my hair and behind my neck, holding me in place. Warm and surprisingly soft lips crushed down on mine. I had no time to do anything but let him do what he wanted. In fact, no way was I stopping this. I fell on him, letting him hold up the weight of my body. Pulling back, I parted my lips and smiled. He covered the short distance; drawing in my lower lip with tantalizing suction, he gently tugged. Heat seeped through me, and a fired ignited in my veins. As his teeth scraped across my sensitive skin, I pressed my tongue forward. The moment it touched his, he released my lip and surged forward with his own tongue. My arms came up and one wound around his back while my other hand grasped a handful of his hair, trying to pull him in closer to me. I felt desperate. Wetness was seeping through my panties, and I would have given anything at that moment for him to strip me down and for me to feel him moving inside me.
I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped from my throat. As soon as he heard it, he dropped his own limbs and took a step back from me. I stumbled slightly, more drunk from his kiss than the alcohol.
“Have a good night, Chandler.” He grinned devilishly.
I blinked rapidly. “What? You’re just going to leave? After . . . THAT?”
He turned and walked to the door. “Mmmhmm. You need to know who holds the power. Me.”
“Okay, now you really are an asshole,” I pouted, completely and utterly disgruntled.
He stood at the open doorway, unable to remove his eyes from me. Oh, he thought he held the power? We’d see about that. I was not the kind of girl who did things like this, but I felt like I was about to crawl out of my skin if he didn’t come back over here and touch me. Attempting to lure him back him, I turned away from him and faced the bed. Grasping the hem of my shirt, I lifted it up over my head and tossed it on the floor. I had no idea what kind of show I was giving him, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be enough. Oh well, my drunken state wasn’t going to allow me to stop what I was starting.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him taking out his phone and lifting it up to snap a picture of me. I smiled, as if almost posing for him, letting my head fall back and my long hair cascade downward. I heard the sound of the camera go off.
“Got it,” he said.
I put my arms up to cover my bra-clad chest. “Did you really just take a picture?”
“Of course, I did.”
“Come back in here.”
“No. I’m going back to my room. Goodnight, Chandler.”
Why was he torturing me? I knew he wasn’t going to come back unless I took everything off. But I couldn’t do that. My shyness would overtake me, and I’d stop before I’d even start.
“Goodnight,” I grumbled back to him.
And with that he shut the door.
The tip of my tongue was hurting, and I realized I’d burned it being off in la la land remembering one of my many dreams from last night.
“Ouch! Dammit,” I hissed, covering my mouth.
Dawson came walking into the kitchen with his messy brown hair and sleepy eyes, shirtless with black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. So help me God if he rounded the counter and he was barefoot, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to contain myself. A good-looking man without shoes and socks got me every time for whatever reason. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and wish him away just so I could get some peace for my very busy mind, but that simply wasn’t happening. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Oh no, I was staring as he came into the kitchen and stopped right in front of me.
Don’t look down,
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