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“Shower time,” I suggested. “Before we become permanently glued together.”
“You wouldn’t want that. I’d drive you nuts.”
I shook my head. “You already do, and yet, here I am.”
Before he could retaliate, I took his lips again.
The shower would have to wait.
CHAPTER 25
IAIN
Ishould leave. I should leave now.
I must have told myself that at least two dozen times in the past hour.
Just get up out of Dawson’s bed and leave. Go back to your room and act like nothing happened.
It’s just sex.
So why, then, did I let him guide me to his shower? Not only that, but when he held my hand, interlocking our fingers tightly, Christ, it was more intimate than fucking. And I never imagined I’d ever be shaken by such a simple gesture.
Touching that led to sex was fine, but anything else was a no-go.
As a guitarist, my hands were a powerful tool. One I didn’t share lightly.
Dawson took charge, ushering me into the glass enclosure and cleaning me from head to toe. Then quick touches grew sensual, and we got dirty all over again. And fuck, the way that man kissed me? I was hungry for more, more, more.
Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a one-time thing.
Maybe we needed a few days to get it all out of our system. But it would let out.
I mean, that’s the way it was, right?
I didn’t do relationships, and he didn’t want to risk his career.
So while part of me was freaking out, the other was going along for the ride.
And by ride, I meant whatever this was between me and Dawson.
Once we’d used up all the hot water, he slapped my ass and told me to go back to my room and get changed.
Bossy fucker. And yeah, I liked it. But only with him.
Not that I would ever admit it.
Still, I did as I was told, got out, and started drying off. But I was unsteady on my feet, punch drunk from so many orgasms.
“You all right?” he asked me, concern etched on his face as he stepped out of the shower.
I nodded quickly and watched him grab a towel. It was a damn shame to cover up that body.
The thought of anyone else—man or woman—eyeing up Dawson in this way made me irrationally moody. Beyond his muscle mass and bossy attitude, the man was caring and sensitive. Sexy as hell.
And I wanted him all to myself.
“I’ll order breakfast while you’re getting dressed,” Dawson announced. “What do you want?”
