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“That’s too bad; I enjoy making a mess.”
“Iain—”
God, I loved to tease him.
“Go shower.” Dawson stood up. “I’ve left a pair of my sweats and a T-shirt in the bathroom. We can talk when breakfast arrives. I think we both need caffeine for this conversation.”
“Ouch. You know, I could just slip back into my room, and we could pretend last night never happened.”
Dawson stilled and looked down at me. “Is that what you want?”
I licked my lips and shook my head. “No.”
Did I really just say that?
“Because it’s not too late. And nothing happened.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
I threw the sheet aside, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up, clad only in my tight black briefs.
Dawson stepped back, hands in his pockets, but not before I heard his sharp inhale.
There was no hiding my hard-on, and yeah, my body liked being in Dawson’s bed. More than liked it. Being anywhere near Dawson was starting to become addictive.
Was this a smart idea? Not in the fucking least.
Did I need to feel his body against mine again?
Oh yes. But more than last night. I wanted to touch and taste and discover every single thing about him. A heated kiss or a quick fuck just wouldn’t do.
I walked around him, but not before trailing my hand over his bare forearm.
Like strumming that first note, one simple touch with Dawson was electric.
“Iain.”
I fucking loved the way he moaned my name. I wanted to hear him say it again; I wanted him to scream my name so loud that everyone around us could hear.
But I kept walking, heading for the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.
I turned on the shower and stripped off my damp briefs. Fuck, we hadn’t even kissed yet, and I was leaking pre-cum like crazy.
Stepping into the glass enclosure, I let the heat of the spray wash over me. As much as I wanted to jerk off, I didn’t. I was gonna hold off as long as I could. Until I had Dawson’s big hand wrapped around my dick.
Ignoring my raging boner and aching balls was no easy feat. Grabbing Dawson’s shampoo, I lathered up and quickly rinsed off, then picked up his bar of soap and finished washing.
When I stepped out of the shower a few minutes later and reached for a towel, I heard voices on the other side of the door and the familiar rattle of the room service trolley.
An unwrapped toothbrush, mouthwash, and a new razor were on the counter. After gratefully brushing my teeth, I drank another glass of water and then slipped into Dawson’s green sweatpants. With a “Proudly Philly” logo down the side, they were huge, but I tied the drawstring as tight as I could and rolled up the bottoms.
Then I lathered up my face and shaved off my scruff.
Finally, with a smooth jaw and minty breath, I pulled on the white T-shirt he’d left for me. It was also big, but I liked it. Everything smelled like Dawson. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that wearing another man’s clothes would be something I’d ever want.
God, listen to me.
Whatever was going on here went far beyond my experience. So much so that I didn’t know whether to laugh or freak out again.
