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“I wasn’t…” I trail off.
He smirks, reaches for the bottle I put down, and pours himself a glass.
This man should not be this attractive. It’s almost a crime.
“But you are now?” His blue eyes pin me as he takes a sip of champagne. I can’t look away.
“Well, since you brought it up…” I say courageously. I haven’t been this daring with most men. But for some reason, with Dawson, it’s easy. Maybe because I know I won’t see him again.
He puts the drink down and smirks. “I know of an unused closet back there if you want to—”
“Okay,” I blurt abruptly, and he seems almost surprised. I don’t know why someone this attractive is shocked. I bet all types of women agree to whatever he wants with little hesitation. His head drops to the side, then he places my glass on the bar counter behind us. He reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the back of the room. We leave the reception, and my gaze is glued to his hand holding mine and how casually yet possessively he leads me. I’m too nervous to look in any other direction and at who might have seen us.
I can hear my heart pounding.
Am I really about to do this?
No, surely not.
Losing my virginity at my sister’s wedding? Is that really what I’m signing up to do? But then, once it’s done, it’s done, right? A new me. A decision I’ve finally made for myself.
We stop before a door, and he pulls it open to reveal a supply closet. Dawson ushers me in, then steps inside behind me, filling up most of the space, he closes the door. The light is on, and before I can nervously say anything or convince myself this is a bad idea and flee, he pushes me up against the door with a small thud. His hands are on my hips before his lips touch mine.
And I immediately melt into him.
An onslaught of desire, of heat and burning want, overtakes me.
And fuck me, does he know how to kiss. His tongue is demanding yet lazy. Possessive yet offers me space to explore as well. Definitely the best kiss I’ve ever had, but my mind is racing.
What do I know of this man?
He’s funny.
He’s very good-looking.
And he makes my girl parts sing.
He’s also friends with my sister’s new husband, who just so happens to be incredibly dangerous. Does that make Dawson just as dangerous? Most ofthe people at this wedding are criminals in one way or another.Is Dawson?Most likely.
All those thoughts leave my head when I feel his hard dick push against my inner thigh.
Dick.
Dick.
Dick.
There’s no room for thought…
… only Dawson.
I want more.
Need more.
Shamelessly and thoughtlessly, I take everything this man is willing to offer.
I lift my hands, which have been rigidly hanging at my sides this entire time, and grab hold of his shirt, pulling him even closer, if that’s possible. My hips naturally grind against him, thirsty for the friction of his dick. I let my body take over with its own form of desire since I have no idea what I’m doing.
