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He brought his hands to my cheeks, thumbs brushing on the soft flesh beneath my jaw, and I shivered, full-on body tremble as he swatted his thumbs against my flesh.

“This.” He tilted my chin, his face moved closer.

And kissed me.

CHAPTER9

DAWSON

Ishould have called her. Sent a text. I should not have showed up at her store, while she looked so damn fine in torn jeans and another cropped tank top, this one a vibrant blue and shorter, showing more than a tiny sliver of skin at her stomach.

I definitely should not have followed her into the back workroom after spending an hour surrounded by her soft, floral scent and listening to her lyrical voice while she spoke with passion and such knowledge with every question I asked.

All the shit she did was impressive as hell from start to finish, and it was crazy that as she told me about some of the visions she had for the pieces, as she showed me before pictures she had set up on some of the larger dressers and such, that she’d not only seen what a piece of furniture could become, sometimes while it looked tattered and broken to hell and back, but then was talented enough to bring that vision to life.

Incredible.

So damn incredible.

So yeah, should not have followed her into a more cramped space, walked toward her.

And I definitely should not have been kissing her, with my thumbs at her jaw, her soft, parted lips opening for me in surprise.

Peppermint and sunshine and happiness. She tasted like all of it and the soft flesh of her skin was so damn beautiful. Too damn much. I barely pressed the tip of my tongue against hers before I wanted to yank her body to mine, slam her back against the wall, and speed through all the first steps she probably wanted to know about sex.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her mouth, slid my hands to her shoulders, and gently peeled her away from me.

She was panting, eyes still closed. Those blonde lashes framing the top of her cheeks. I held on to her until she was steady on her feet, but she was so surprised by either the fact I kissed her or that I stopped, it took her a hot minute.

“Oh,” she whispered, and her hand came up and covered her mouth. “That was…well, wow.”

Wow was right.

“Sorry.” I stepped back toward the doorway that would give me an exit.

“Sorry?” Her lashes fluttered in surprise. “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have…I didn’t know…” Fuck. I hadn’t even asked if kissing was okay. If she’d be okay with it. Yeah, she wanted something from me, but this was fake.

Temporary.

“I, um, didn’t mind the kiss.”

Yeah, the pink staining her cheeks and the fact she kept pressing her fingers to her lips told me that.

“Should have asked.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” She stepped toward me. “Feel free, you know…while we’re doing this fake girlfriend thing, to kiss me whenever you want, especially if it’s going to be like that.”

A joke. She liked it. She’d seemed nervous at dinner, at least for a bit. Was more confident now.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She laughed, that same soft laugh that shot straight to my dick. “So, while that was an enjoyable start, when I asked what we did now, I didn’t mean the kissing and stuff. I meant about dates.”

Right.

Of course she had, although now that kissing and stuff was on her mind, I could spend the night teaching her another thing or two.

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