Page 86 of Dreaming of Dawson

“Did he say that?”

“No. He’s called me miserable a few times, but I deserved that.”

“Even if you did, that’s no reason to give yourself a hard time now. You’re trying to do something nice for him.”

“Trying and failing, it seems.”

“Why failing? You said yourself, you’ve still got time.”

“I know,” he says.

“In which case, stop panicking, will you? I’ll help you organize something, if you tell me what the problem is, and what you’ve got in mind to fix it.”

He stares into my eyes, licking his lips, shaking his head from side to side. “You’re something else, Macy Potter.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… and you’re just what I need.”

“That’s good to know,” I say, smiling up at him. He smiles back, then shifts away from me slightly, although his eyes don’t leave mine.

“You’re just what I need right now… in my shower.”

He leaps out of bed, and I get a glimpse of his impressive erection, just before he pulls me to the edge of the mattress. “Dawson!” I yelp. “I thought we were gonna talk through the problem with Tanner’s wedding night.”

“We can do that later,” he says, with a wave of his hand. “Like I said, right now, I need you in my shower.”

I giggle as he pulls me to my feet, and although I expect him to lead me out of his bedroom and along the hall, he doesn’t. He bends, putting his arm around my legs, and tips me back, over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I squeal as he strides from the room. “I can walk, you know?”

“Sure… but I’ve got plans for this shower, and you’re gonna need every ounce of strength you have in your legs. So, let’s not waste any…”

I laugh out loud, admiring the view of his toned ass, as he pushes open the bathroom door, flicks on the light, and walks me straight into the shower. He turns on the water, which hits my back, making me shriek.

“Damn… that’s hot.”

“Sorry.”

He spins me around, so he’s taking the brunt of the scalding water, and I twist my head, watching as he adjusts the setting.

“Better?” he says, lowering me down his body.

“Much. Thank you.”

He bends his head, his lips meeting mine, and as his tongue delves inside my mouth, he pushes me back against the tiled wall behind me. I’m desperate to feel him inside me again, although I know it was only a few hours ago that he made me come so hard. Even so, there are questions I need to ask him; things I didn’t get to say last night, or in the early hours of this morning, and I can’t wait a moment longer.

“Can I ask you something?” I say as he pulls back, sucking air into his lungs.

“Sure.”

He reaches around behind me, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him, his erection pressing hard into me.

“That’s kinda distracting, Dawson.”

“I know. But there’s nothing I can do about being hard, babe. Besides, you’re distracting me.”

“How? I’m not doing anything.”

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