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Getting naked and getting off with the object of my desire was always my end goal, not this. Cuddling in bed, wearing each other’s clothes, eating together, talking. Talking? I only had experience with the dirty kind, so what the fuck was I gonna say?
A loud knock on the bathroom door startled me out of my headspace.
“Stop freaking out and get your sexy ass moving. Your breakfast is getting cold.”
I yanked on the sliding door to find Dawson standing there, with one hand on the door frame, an easy smile on his full lips. Unlike me, he hadn’t shaved, and the red scruff suited him. He was like a hot mountain man, the bodyguard version.
“Sexy ass?”
Dawson gave me a blatant once-over. “Sexy, gorgeous, delectable. You and your ass. Now hurry up.”
“What’s with the flirting and then bossing me around in the same sentence?”
“Are you complaining?”
I struggled not to smile. “I don’t know. It’s hot when you do it, but if anyone else talked to me like that, in any other situation?—”
“Aw, are you saying you have a crush on me?”
“If anyone has a crush, it’s you,” I countered. “You let me use you as a body pillow last night.”
“But I didn’t cop a feel.”
“That’s because I’d been drinking, and you’re a gentleman.”
“You know that word?”
I gently shoved his chest, but he was a solid wall, immovable. His smile faded as we stared at each other.
He bent forward, so close that I just knew he was going to kiss me. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body, and all my senses heightened. My lips tingled, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“You look hot as hell in my clothes,” he whispered against my lips, teasing me.
“Too bad there was no underwear.”
“Oops.”
“Are you going to stand here and just breathe heavy on me or actually kiss me?”
He raised one eyebrow. “What did I say about giving orders?”
“I can’t…remember.”
Dawson smiled, and I held my breath.
“Food first,” he announced and slapped my ass.
Then he walked away.
I stood there in shock until my temper unleashed. He’d flipped the table on me again.
“Did you seriously just turn down a kiss from me for food?”
“Your rockstar ego is showing. Sit. Eat. Kissing will come later.”
“Kissing will not be happening at all! Ever!” I snapped.
Dawson laughed and poured two cups of coffee. He added brown sugar and cream to one, then held it out to me.
