Page 58 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

My eyes flutter open as the water ripples, finding him standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on me. The weight of his stare holds me captive as I tread water, my feet unable to reach the bottom of the pool.

He swims toward me, my heart pounding so loudly I wonder if he can hear it. The space between us dwindles, and my racing thoughts dissipate. He has a gift for making me feel cherished and safe when we’re together. As he draws me into his chest, I instinctively wrap my legs around him, wanting to stay anchored in his embrace.

His thumb gently traces the worry line etched in the crease of my brow. “Something on your mind?” he asks.

Despite my reservations, I choose to fully embrace this moment because there’s no guarantee we’ll have another like it.

“Why don’t I show you instead?”

I slant my mouth across his, and my moan reverberates through our kiss as his tongue dances with mine, leaving me gasping for air. He moves toward the pool’s edge, effectively pinning me against the wall, and nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply as if memorizing my scent.

“You’re perfect, Red,” he murmurs.

His gaze locks on mine as he tugs down my panties, lifting one leg at a time to take them off. He tosses the wet underwear onto the pool deck before his focus returns to kissing me.

My hands move to his hair, sinking my nails into his scalp, drawing him closer. His fingers trail against my neck before disappearing into the water, grazing my breast, then my navel. He pauses when he gets to my core.

“I can’t do what I want to you while we’re in the water,” he says.

His fingers imprint on my thighs as he carefully carries me out of the pool and moves across the patio to one of the loungers. He bends down to lay me on the cushion, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a smug smile.

A blush spreads across my cheeks as he brushes his hands along my legs, sending a tantalizing shiver down my spine. When he pulls my legs apart, Dawson lets out a guttural groan.

I wait with bated breath as he leans into the apex of my thighs, nipping at my sensitive skin. When I try to shift in my seat, he holds my legs apart, pressing his nose against my core and inhaling my scent. He doesn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue inside my pussy, and my back arches off the lounger as I cling to the sides and buck my hips, grinding against his face.

God, why is that so hot?

A rush of heat courses through me as Dawson hikes my legs over his shoulders to get a better angle, and I wind my fingers in his hair to keep myself steady. He steals my breath when he circles my clit in an intoxicating rhythm.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I moan.

“I’m going to worship your body until you’re unable to walk straight,” he vows before burying his face back between my thighs.

“Oh my god,” I gasp out as I dig my nails deeper into his scalp.

“Damn, you taste so sweet,” he utters.

I pant heavily as my climax builds, and my legs tighten around Dawson’s head when he locks his mouth around my clit. As I cry out, begging for more, he bites down firmly, and the night air fills with my screams as I erupt, tumbling into orgasmic bliss.

“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell when you come for me,” Dawson groans.

When I finally drift back from my euphoric state, I lower my hooded eyes to meet his unwavering gaze.

Dawson pushes my hair from my face as he kisses along the bridge of my nose. “I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

A tingle of anticipation courses through my core as he reaches behind me to unfasten my wet bra, dropping it to the ground. He kisses the valley between my breasts next, and I draw in a sharp breath when he flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. The small bud hardens at his touch, and he greedily wraps his mouth around it, biting down on the soft flesh.

“Holy fuuu-”

“That’s right, baby, let me make you feel good,” he groans.

I sink my fingers back into his hair and tug. My moans grow louder as he alternates between licking, biting, and sucking my sensitive breasts. I cling to him, savoring the attention he’s lavishing on me.

His hand trails down my chest until he gets to my stomach, drawing patterns with the pads of his fingers. When he reaches my legs, they fall open, eager to accept his touch. My breath hitches when he sinks two fingers inside me, stilling for a moment before starting to push in and out at a steady pace.

“Dawson.” I moan his name like a prayer, my back arching at the welcome intrusion.

He leans forward, not allowing a single inch of space between us, and runs his tongue across the column of my neck whilekissing along my collarbone. My head falls back against the headrest. This man has me coming completely undone and I wouldn’t stop it even if I could. A soft hum escapes my lips as I remember the feel of his thick cock inside me.

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