Page 55 of Tight Spot

I scoffed. Like she knew anything. “Hailey.”

“You’ve already protected me. You kept our first meeting private so we could talk without eyes on us, knowing it might be a hard conversation. You’ve warned me about being spotted with you, and tonight, you were upset when I got upset. That’s how I know. You won’t do anything to me I don’t want.”

She was killing me. Daggers straight to the chest couldn’t have hurt more or woken me up. So I wasn’t an asshole. I knew that. Didn’t mean I was nice, either. At least before her, no one would describe me that way.

“What do you want then?”

“I want you, and whatever you want to do to me because I know you’ll think of me first.”

Odd how my freakout seemed to settle her nerves. Gone was the trembling woman from earlier. She was replaced with a confident vixen in ocean blue who settled her hand at her hip.

“If I hurt you—”

“You won’t.”

“Tell me to stop.”

“You won’t.”

“Hailey.” Her name was a growl, part animalistic as it left my throat.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, sass I hadn’t yet seen vibrant in her eyes and her tone. “I promise to stop you if you hurt me, but only…” She held up an index finger to make her point. “If it’s a hurt that doesn’t also feel good.”

Damn her. Damn her to hell and back. She was young, but not stupid. She was also inexperienced, but my guess from the books she read, at least the one I read, she wasn’t naive. My control broke, unleashed, and I closed the space I’d put between us, flung my arm behind her lower back, and yanked her to me.

“Just remember you asked for this,” I warned her, and right before I kissed her, she broke out into a huge smile.

“I have, multiple times, I believe.”

I slammed my mouth to hers, taking her by surprise, and she gasped into my mouth. I took advantage of the opening and didn’t kiss her slowly but speared my tongue into her mouth. Our lips pressed together, teeth clinked, and I shoved my other hand to the back of her head, beneath all that thick, silky platinum hair, and adjusted her so I could take the kiss deeper.

She was on me, instantly, responding exactly how I craved, how I needed her to, and she rolled her hips against me. My dick was stone behind my zipper, begging for release, and as her hands went to my shoulder to shove off my dress shirt, I grunted my satisfaction. I pulled back only far enough to shake it off me and then returned to her.

She tasted like sunshine and fresh air and summertime and everything bright and cheery and good in the world.

It was no place for a man like me to be, but hell if I didn’t want to revel in the gift she was giving me. And the kitchen was no place for a woman like her to be, the first time we experienced that gift together.

“Upstairs,” I grunted and pressed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat where her pulse was a horse stampede.

“Yes, oh god, that feels good.”

I bent, slipped my hand beneath her knees and back, and carried her to my room, kissing her throat the entire way, the sounds she made while I was doing it only made me harder. Needier. Hungrier for her.

* * *

My lights in my room were off, so still holding on to her, I carried Hailey to the nightstand closest to the bathroom and flipped one on.

Once there was a light glow, I set her on her feet, and like I’d wanted to do, used my teeth to tug down the thinnest strap of her dress.

Her hands clung to my sides, shoved up my rib cage, and whispered little pleasured sounds that had my cock aching.

“Dawson.” My name was a muted rasp, filled with pleasure, and even better, only certainty.

“I’ve waited all night to do this.” To prove it, I trailed my lips across her collarbone, to the other side and used my teeth, gazing along her skin, relishing in every shiver she made from my touch.

“There’s a zipper,” she whispered. “On the back.”

“On it.” As I bit into the second strap, I reached out, found the zipper at the top center of her ass, and slid it down while I tugged down her strap. “Step out of this for me.”

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