Page 106 of Dreaming of Dawson

“Too fast?” I shrug my shoulders and he sighs. “It had to be fast, babe. We don’t have time for anything else.”

“I know.”

“But you’d rather not do that again?” he says and I shake my head, shifting up onto his lap, where he holds me tight.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I love how gentle you usually are with me, and I wouldn’t want you to change… although I also loved being taken hard like that. Like you couldn’t get enough of me.”

“I can’t,” he says. “That’s how I feel every minute of the day.” He pauses, brushing his fingers down my cheek. “Are you saying you’d like to try that again when we’re not on the clock? Hard, but not fast?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

He nods his head, smiling at last. “Okay. But will you do something for me?”

“Sure.”

“If I ever do anything you don’t like, or I make you feel uncomfortable, will you tell me? Don’t make me ask, just tell me. Okay?”

“I can’t see that ever happening, Dawson, but okay.”

He stands me up, letting out a groan, his hands wandering over my hips. “Can you also tell me how on earth I’m supposed to get through this wedding, when I want you so much again already?”

“Self control?” I suggest, and he chuckles.

“I thought it was pretty damn obvious I don’t have any of that around you.”

“Shall we try getting dressed and see if that helps?”

“I doubt it. Having clothes on isn’t gonna make me forget what you look like now… in that incredibly sexy underwear.”

“I’ll still be wearing it tonight,” I say and he nods his head, smiling as he gets to his feet.

“Not for long, Mace… not for long.”

I giggle and he kisses me just briefly before he returns to his own side of the bed, pulling on his underwear, and I go into the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup.

By the time I come out, he’s already dressed in a suit, and I stop on the threshold, my breath catching in my throat. “Oh… Oh my gosh.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, turning to face me properly, so I can see the way his dark gray suit fits over his muscular arms and chest, his shirt clinging to him… making me jealous of the way it gets to touch every contour of his body.

“You. You look stunning.”

He smiles and steps over, his hands on my naked waist. “A suit isn’t really my style, but…”

“You wear it well,” I say and he bends his head, kissing me.

We’re running out of time, and he lets me go, although I sense his reluctance, and his eyes never leave me as I pull on my dress. He has to fasten it for me, the feeling of his fingers on my skin making me shudder. When I turn to kiss him, I can’t help smiling.

“Do you have any idea how happy I am?” I whisper and he nods his head.

“Yes. You’re nearly as happy as me.”

I smile, letting him pull me into one of his bear hugs, and I wrap my arms around him and let out a sigh, knowing we’re finally where we need to be. We’re together, with a future to look forward to… whatever it may bring.

Chapter Twenty

Dawson

In the end, we weren’t as late as we feared, although I’d have risked being later. Holding Macy in my arms and telling her how happy she makes me felt more important than anything else. It needed to be said. Just like I needed to ask her to tell me if I ever did anything that made her uncomfortable. She’d scared me to death with her reaction to that quickie, and although we ironed out that little misunderstanding, I wanted to make it clear that she could tell me anything… anything at all. Especially if it was something I was doing wrong.

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