Page 54 of Tight Spot

CHAPTER15

DAWSON

Icouldn’t keep my hands off her. It wasn’t the dress. It wasn’t her body. Every time Hailey was near me, my body craved some kind of contact with her. If I’d driven her crazy with all the ways I’d already touched her, it was nothing compared to my need to have her. Every time my hand or thumb or body brushed against hers it screamed at me to take. Demand she give me every inch of her body for my pleasure—which would only ensure hers in the end.

She was a temptress. Seducing me every minute I was in her presence, and the only thing that made me feel marginally better about my newest obsession was that she was a shit liar, had the crappiest poker face of any woman I’d ever met, and she didn’t hide a damn thing about her attraction to me.

Even now, cheeks flushed, that crystalline blue in her eyes three shades darker, and those damn plump lips glistening from her tongue, all I could think of was destroying her in a way that’d leave no man after me capable of comparing.

It was that thought that had me yanking my thumb from her and stepping back.

Fucking hell. What was happening to me? An itch beneath my skin burned to ravish her and make her scream so loud with pleasure that my neighbors two acres away heard her scream. Never before had my attraction to a woman been so visceral. They were disposable to me, not disrespectfully, but I’d never allowed a woman to come close to touching anything besides my cock and my flesh and that was where it ended.

Somehow, Hailey was burrowing herself beneath the flesh to my veins and my marrow and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“Dawson?” She peered up at me with confusion, rightfully so.

If I was throwing her for a loop, she had no idea what rollercoaster I was experiencing.

This shit had to stop. My need to see her. My desperation. The ache clawed at me to tear down my pants, bend her over the counter and flip up her dress.

I didn’t want to teach her. I wanted to train her.

And fuck…what a glorious student she’d make, even to my own detriment.

“Give me a second. Sorry. It’s not you.” I stepped back, scrubbed my hands over my face and shoved my hair back off my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

I barked out a harsh laugh. Wrong?

She was upending my entire worldview standing there in a silky blue dress I wanted nothing more than to tear off with my teeth and she didn’t have the faintest clue.

“Nothing’s wrong, Hailey.” I yanked my hands down my face and pressed them to the counter. The cool marble did nothing to cool the inferno raging inside of me. “I want you so much I’m terrified I’ll hurt you. Show you a side of me I’m not sure I recognize right now.”

How was that for honesty? Jesus. I needed my head examined.

Her lips parted in a perfect circle and an ohhhh sound escaped. “Is that bad?”

I laughed. It was cold, brutal, and did not help wipe away the confusion knotting her brows together. “I have no fucking idea.”

She swallowed sharply and chewed the inside of her cheek. A more patient man would teach her all the things she wanted in slow, patient steps.

Patience flew out the door as soon as she stepped out of her car tonight in that godforsaken dress.

After I tore it off her with my teeth, I was burning that fucker to ash.

She stepped toward me and settled her hand on my arm. Her touch was soft, hesitant, and somehow, even through the dress shirt’s crisp cotton fabric, it cooled my flesh in a way the counter hadn’t. I inhaled a deep breath and was arrested with the floral scent of her perfume and her gentle presence.

“You won’t hurt me, Dawson.”

I dropped my head and stared at the marble. Not purposefully. Not permanently. But did I want to see my handprint on her ass? Hell yeah, I did.

“Want to know how I know?”

I twisted my neck so I could see her. My hair fell, blocking my view, so I shoved it back.

“You’re too good.”

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