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I didn’t let him continue. I lurched up and kissed him hard, shutting him up and taking a taste of the leftover wine from his lips. Dawson’s arms tightened around me for a split second before one of his hands moved to cup the back of my head to hold me there. His lips feasted on mine like he’d been waiting hours to taste me again.
I wanted him. I wanted to be in his bed, naked and gasping. “Please,” I begged against his mouth. There was nothing more to say. He pulled me through the open door and shoved it closed behind me before half carrying me down the short hallway to his bedroom.
We grappled at each other’s clothes, yanking pieces off and dropping them on the floor without a care. As soon as I was down to my underwear and he was down to his pajama pants, he pushed me onto the bed and followed my body down, grinding his cotton-covered cock against mine with a groan.
It felt so fucking good. Hard and hot and big enough to make me drool. I wanted him inside me, over me, behind me, anything at all as long as we both got to come.
Dawson managed to mumble questions like, “You sure?” and “This okay?” which only made me want him more. I was very sure, and all of this was incredibly okay.
I nodded and made sounds of approval and agreement while my head spun with want. My body thrummed like a live wire, and just the act of dry humping each other was in very real danger of making me come in my boxer briefs.
I ran my hands down his strong back before shoving my fingers inside his pajama pants to grab his rounded ass cheeks. We both groaned and pushed against each other again, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed the pants down before finishing the job with my foot.
“Fuck me,” I begged, not stopping to wonder why I was jumping to anal so quickly with him. I trusted him. I wanted him. And I was desperate to feel him that close to me.
His eyes met mine, nearly glazed over with lust. He opened his mouth—no doubt to ask me if I was sure—but I slapped my hand over his lips and nodded before the words came out. I felt his lips turn up under my hand.
Dawson moved off me long enough to rifle through his bedside drawer while I shimmied off the remaining scrap of fabric between me and nirvana. I snuck a look at his body, lean and cut in all the right places. He had a tiny tattoo over his heart with the number 525,600 painted in rainbow colors. I grinned at the familiar reference to the opening song from Rent. He was a theater boy through and through.
Like I was.
When Dawson turned back to me, our eyes met again for a long beat. His were questioning, and I hoped like hell mine held the answers he needed.
In the span of a breath, his face softened. He climbed back over me gently and caressed the side of my face. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met,” he said reverently. My skin prickled with emotion. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, and here it was coming from the man I’d wanted for so damned long.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, my forehead, my neck, taking his sweet time with it until I wanted to cry again.
Why are you doing this?
I wanted to beg him to stop, to cease treating me like someone special unless he really meant it, but at the same time, I wanted to know what it felt like to be someone special to Dawson Priest, even if just for this night.
He trailed slow kisses down my chest and arms, my stomach, the inside of my thighs, and the back of my knees. The man drove me crazy with his lips and hands until I couldn’t think straight. By the time he put his mouth on my dick, I thought maybe I was shamelessly begging. Just a little.
I reached for his head and grabbed a handful of his hair so I could tug him back up to me. His eyes had that dazed look again, and the sight of my cock stretching his mouth open made sparkly dots dance in my vision. He’d already teased me with lube-slick fingers, and my ass was desperate for more.
My voice sounded raw and hoarse when I spoke. “Get up here and put your dick in me.” It wasn’t romantic or anything, but it was all I was capable of at the moment.
My body shook from wanting him.
He took another mind-blowing suck of my shaft before pulling off and moving back up to kiss me. The slight salty taste on his tongue made me second-guess my plan. Maybe I should suck him?
