Page 91 of Dreaming of Dawson

She lowers the towel and looks across the bed at me. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just take my underwear with me and go in there to get dressed.”

“Like hell you will.”

I quickly search the floor, finding her bra and panties, picking them up and dumping them on the bed, before I stride into the guest bedroom, gathering up all her things and bringing them back with me.

“This all belongs in here,” I say as I put it down beside her underwear. “With you… and me.”

“As long as you’re sure,” she says, and I take her towel, dropping it to the floor and pull her into my arms.

“I’m fucking positive, Mace.” I cover her lips with mine and she moans into my mouth, reaching between us to pull away my towel, her fingers dusting over my erection, before her hand settles around it. That feels so good, and I flex my hips as shemoves her hand along my shaft from base to tip, over and over. “Keep doing that, and we won’t get any breakfast.”

“That’s very tempting,” she whispers, her breasts heaving, and I can tell she’s torn as she searches my eyes. “Can we… Can we hold the thought on this until later, and have breakfast now?”

“Of course we can.”

“Have I disappointed you?” she asks, moving closer.

“Babe… you could never disappoint me.” She smiles and I join her, caressing her cheek with my fingertips. “I may go insane while you’re out, just thinking about how much I want you… but you could never disappoint me.”

She giggles, and I step away before I’m tempted to change her mind and make her late for work. I don’t think it would take too much effort, but she seems to want breakfast, and I like the idea of us sharing yet another new experience.

I move away, across to the closet, grabbing some underwear, jeans, and a gray check shirt. When I turn back, she’s standing over by the mirror, which is on the wall behind the door, frowning at herself.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“My hair’s a mess. I’ve got a brush, but it’s in my purse, which is downstairs in my locker.”

“I’ll go fetch it, if you like?”

“No, it’s okay. I can go while you’re making the breakfast.” She comes back to the bed, picking up her bra.

“Sure,” I murmur, watching as she puts on her underwear.

“Can I ask you something?” she says, without looking up, as she reaches for her jeans.

“You can ask me anything, babe. You know that.”

She looks up now and tilts her head at me. “Are you gonna stand there all day, staring at me?”

I realize I’m still holding my clothes, and I put them down and smile across at her.

“Was that what you wanted to ask me?”

“No. I just wondered if you’re planning to get dressed.”

“Sorry. I got distracted.”

“So I see,” she says, shaking her head and chuckling at me, her eyes dropping to my hard-on. “It’s easily done…”

“Yeah, it is.” We both stare for a moment, taking each other in, before I realize we’re running out of time. “So, what was it you wanted to ask me?”

“It’s just that you seemed kinda reluctant for me to keep working with Peony. Was there a reason for that? Is it something to do with the feud between the two of you?”

I ignore my clothes, and the need to put them on, and step around the bed, joining her, and taking her hands in mine, looking down into her eyes.

“It’s not a feud. It’s a silence, which is almost certainly my fault. There’s no hostility involved, and that’s not the reason I was reluctant for you to keep your job with her.”

“Then was it something to do with Stevie? Was it that she wasn’t here with you all the time… and that it didn’t work out between you? Was it…”

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