Page 59 of Tight Spot

Nerves and fears aside, I was down for anything.

“Yeah,” I said instead, and dutifully followed him straight into the shower that would forever be remembered in my dreams.

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A tickle on my arm made me squirm. Another tickle at my side. I opened my eyes and jumped.

“What are you doing?” I tried to move my arm, but it wouldn’t.

“Dawson?”

I glanced up at him and realized the tickle felt was either the soft brush of his hair or his lips along my skin. And my arm? Well, something light blue and silky dangled in my vision as I twisted my neck.

He’d tied me to the headboard.

Holy freaking crap. Sleep vanished, and I shifted as Dawson bent down again. This time to my breast, and a delightful warmth spread to the juncture of my thigh.

“Oh…”

“You need to use the bathroom? I’ll untie you quick, but we didn’t get to this last night, and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Oh. My. God. Talk about something right out of my romance books. I did need to use the restroom. But I also wanted to see where this was going.

We had a glorious shower. My best shower ever. A shower where last night, I got to touch him all I wanted, rub my hands over all that was him, including his thick, rigid cock that was now currently brushing against my inner hip. The piercing was cold, a direct contrast. I’d liked everything he’d done to me, but that piercing freaked me out.

“Dawson,” I whispered. At least he’d left one hand free because I was able to shove hair off his face. “What are you doing?”

“Woke up needing to taste you again,” he mumbled as he slid down my body, taking sheets with him. I’d fallen asleep in one of his T-shirts after the shower and it was now shoved above my breasts, exposing the rest of me to him.

I spread my legs.

He’d turned me into a fiend in less than twelve hours.

He wanted to go down on me? I wanted him to live there. We hadn’t even had actual sex yet, and I wasn’t sure how it could possibly be better than his mouth on me.

“Please.” I arched my hips toward him and slid my hand from his hair.

“Good. Then hold on to your other hand, and don’t let go until I’m done.”

A full-body shiver rolled through me, and I whimpered. Then hot, warm breath was at my core, and his tongue appeared, gently lapping at my clit. “Already so wet for me, Hailey. Gotta say I love this pussy of yours.” He inhaled. Deeply.

I couldn’t even think straight as he pressed his hands to my inner thighs, spread my legs until they burned from the stretch and then he dove right on in.

Sparks of pleasure ignited down my spine and behind my closed eyelids. I forced them open, not wanting to miss a single millisecond of everything he was doing to me, and when he added his fingers, crooked them to my G-spot, I was an absolute goner.

I clamped my hand around my tied wrist so hard it was probably going to have bruises, but I didn’t care. I braced my feet into the bed and lost myself to the intensity of everything he was doing to me and when my orgasm hit me this time, it spread as a fire to my core, shooting to the tips of my fingers and my smallest toes. I cried out his name, words with no meaning, and my entire body trembled as he tossed me over the cliff and brought me gently back to a safe landing.

When I could think straight again, Dawson was straddling me. All those muscles above me, his hair, the dark expression in his eyes as he unwrapped the tie from his headboard and then massaged my wrists.

“You all right?”

It was sweet, he asked all the time. Unnecessary. I was way more than all right. One night with Dawson and I wasn’t sure how any man, ever, could match these skills of his.

“Wonderful.” I sighed as he brushed my cheek with his fingertips and bent down, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was soft. Tender.

As if he actually cared, and that was a dangerous thought that had no place in my mind. I reached between us, felt his hard, thick and so long dick in my hand I wasn’t sure it could all fit inside of me. “Can I help with this?”

“Babe, you can practice this on me all you want.”

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