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“Breathe, okay?” he murmured softly. “We’ll deal with this situation one step at a time. Just breathe.”
“Breathing’s overrated.”
Then I did what I’d been longing to do for what seemed like forever and closed the distance between us, reaching up and taking his lips in a fierce kiss that couldn’t wait any longer.
And I forgot everything but the feel of his mouth and the heat of our bodies as we strained closer to each other.
There was no tentative exploration.
His hot tongue tangled with mine, aggressive, full-on fucking my mouth, and I could not get enough.
He delved his hands into my hair, tugging gently, angling my head for a deeper kiss. I slid my hands around his hips and back over his round ass, and he groaned so loudly I swear the door behind us rattled.
God, the way his beard brushed over my sensitive lips, it was the most delicious burn, and I didn’t care how red and swollen my lips would get; I needed more.
More kisses, more Dawson.
He gently bit my lower lip and soothed it with a teasing flick of his tongue. I was punch-drunk, lust flooding my veins, the need for him so intense that my legs nearly went out from under me.
Until someone knocked on the door, interrupting the best goddamn kiss of my life.
“Dawson, you in there? Where’s Iain?”
Fucking Harlow.
“Shit,” Dawson panted as he reluctantly pulled back and cleared his throat. “Yeah, we’re in here. We’ll be back in Brodie’s room in five minutes, okay?”
Harlow didn’t reply, and I didn’t give a shit.
All I could do was stare at Dawson. I wasn’t the only one with red lips and flushed skin. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier.
“Jesus Christ, I need to calm myself down,” Dawson growled and adjusted himself. “Your lips are lethal, sweetheart.”
A shiver ran through my body when he called me sweetheart. The way he said it, so low and full of desire. I liked it far too much to admit.
With my back against the door, I was sweating and panting for air, like I did at the end of a show.
Dawson ran a hand down over his cropped beard and licked his lips. “Don’t run away from me. We’re gonna finish what we started.”
“After the show,” I promised.
“God, four hours seems like forever.”
Oh, fuck yeah. If one frantic kiss rattled me like that, I could just imagine what was gonna happen when we finally got naked. We’d probably set that hotel room on fire.
And that line of thinking was not helping to deflate my hard-on in the least.
“Let’s go talk to the guys,” Dawson whispered.
I looked at his fucked out expression and imagined I looked the same.
“I need another minute.”
We were never going to hear the end of it.
CHAPTER 20
DAWSON
