Page 88 of Dreaming of Dawson

“Yes. I’m in love with you, Macy Potter.”

For a moment, I can’t breathe at all, and then it’s like all the air in the world is filling me up… like he’s breathed new life into me with his words, and his love, and I can’t stop smiling, or stop myself from saying, “I’m in love with you, too, Dawson Pine.”

“Seriously?”

I’ve never seen him look so happy, and I nod my head. “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

The smile doesn’t leave his lips, but his brow furrows in confusion. “You have? Even though you didn’t want us to get together?”

“I did, though. I told you that. My doubts about us had nothing to do with you. They were just about you being my boss.”

“So, you loved me before I loved you?”

“Probably. But I didn’t realize it was a contest.”

“It’s not,” he says, his smile widening. “It’s just you got me kinda confused last night, when you said you were pleased I’dlimited myself to falling for you. At first, I thought that meant you didn’t want me to love you, but then when you said we should take things in stages, I wondered if you were just being cautious.”

“I was. I didn’t want us to rush into things.”

“I know. I get that. But the thing is, I don’t wanna be cautious. I don’t wanna hold back. And I sure as hell don’t care about rushing things. It doesn’t matter to me whether we’ve known each other for half a lifetime, or half a minute. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and you’re so much more than I deserve.”

“Oh, Dawson…” I can barely speak. My heart is so close to bursting, and he holds me tight against him, like he senses there are no words… and that maybe we don’t need them. I can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest, as he drops kisses onto my cheeks, forehead, my neck, and shoulders. There’s a lightness to his touch, and to him, as though all the strain and worry have been lifted from his shoulders, and I lean back and gaze up into his eyes. “Would it be improper of me to ask you to make love with me?” I ask.

He smiles, shaking his head. “No, Mace. I think that’s exactly what we both need.”

He bends, lifting me up and hooking my legs over his arms, before he leans me back against the wall again, reaching around beneath me. I feel the head of his erection pressing against my entrance, and then he’s inside me.

“Oh, yes,” I hiss between gritted teeth. He feels enormous in this position, and as though he knows that, he waits, letting me get used to the depth of his penetration.

“Okay?” he says, after a moment or two.

“Never better.”

He nods his head, pulling out almost all the way, and then sliding back in again. We let out a mutual sigh of satisfaction as he builds a steady rhythm, and after a while, I grind against him.

“Woah… shit, Mace. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I say, shooting him a smile.

“Yeah, but not yet. Not before you… and besides, I wanna keep doing this a while yet.”

He thrusts into me a couple more times, but then lifts me up and off of his erection, lowering me to the floor.

“It’s no good,” he says, with a shake of his head. “You’re too much for me.”

“In that case, let’s try something to take the edge off,” I murmur, and without taking my eyes from his, I drop to my knees. His eyes widen as I open my mouth and take him inside. He tastes of me, and I like that, swallowing down as much of him as I can.

“Take the edge off?” he growls. “How the fuck is this supposed to help?” I look up at him, raising my eyebrows, because I can’t do anything else, and take him even deeper. “That looks so hot,” he says, letting out a groan as he gathers my hair behind my head. “I’ve dreamed of doing this so many times.” Without moving his hips, he gently pulls me a little further onto him, and I reach up and cup his balls in my hand, making him jump. “Jesus, Mace… that never happened in my dreams.”

I laugh, unable to stop myself, and have to pull back, so I don’t choke, releasing him from my lips. “This isn’t a dream, Dawson.” He laughs, too, the sound echoing around the enclosed space, and I stand, staring up at him. “You laughed,” I say. “You actually laughed.”

“Of course I did,” he says, capturing my face with one of his hands, the other resting on my hip. “You make me so fucking happy, Mace. Why wouldn’t I laugh?”

I giggle and lean against him for a moment before pulling back. “Is there a reason you’ve dropped the ‘y’ from the end of my name?”

“No. I guess I just like saying it that way. It sounds more… intimate.”

“Hmm… it does.”

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