Page 38 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

Her breathing quickens with every step I take. “Want to what?”

I wind my arm around her waist and use my other hand to sweep a loose strand of hair from her face. “Have a say in what you do outside the office,” I confess.

Her eyes flutter closed like she’s savoring my touch. Her instinctive reaction gives me a sense of satisfaction; I like that I’m not the only one who’s affected by our proximity.

When Reese opens her eyes, she places her hand on my chest as if torn between drawing me in and pushing me away. “I hate to break it to you, but you don’t always get what you want.” She says, her hand still lingering.

I place mine over hers, savoring the warmth of her touch. “I’m just worried you’re going to spread yourself too thin.”

“I’m perfectly capable of handling things on my own,” she reminds me.

“There’s no doubt about that,” I say with a smile. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re important to me, Red.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are.”

A mischievous smile crosses her face. “You’re not the only one who should get to go around calling the shots, Mr. Tate,” she murmurs. “I’d like a say in things too.”

I tilt my head, amused. “Just say the word and you can call the shots whenever you want.”

Her eyes widen for a split second before she masks her reaction. “In that case… Dawson?”

Fuck, I love it when she says my name.

“Yeah, Red?”

She rises on her toes, her lips mere inches from mine. “I’d like you to kiss me.” She leans closer. “Please.”

I thought she’d never ask.

“Damn, I like it when you’re sweet.”

I cup her chin and crash my mouth to hers. When I finally pull back, she gasps for air. I walk her backward until she is pinned to glass with her back facing the club., her eyes locked on me. I’m tired of dancing around the undeniable fact that I want Reese, and I have every intention of giving her a taste of what it would be like to spend a night with me.

She bites her bottom lip and whispers, “Why did you stop?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Daws—”

“Do you trust me?”

Despite her initial reluctance, she nods.

I press a kiss on her forehead. “Now close your eyes,” I repeat.

She does as I ask and leans her head against the wall, placing her hands at her side.

“Good girl.”

She lets out a shuddered breath in response.

“You like it when I call you my good girl, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” A teasing grin plays on her lips.

With delicate precision, I trace her angelic face, my fingers trailing across her forehead, moving to her right cheekbone, then her left. My exploration continues, gliding across her freckled nose then running the pad of my thumb across her pouty lips.

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