Page 16 of Smoke

“Easy, baby, I’m just trying to get you more comfortable,” I tried to reason, but it was too late. She stilled completely when my hard rod rubbed against her backside.

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Ashley

Oh. My. Goodness.

Dawson was… that was… Holy shit, that was Dawson’s dick. And it was massive.

My cheeks burned and I ducked my head, but I couldn’t stop the twitch of my lip. I made Dawson’s cock hard. Me. Ashley Emery.

Ducking my head, I tried to hide my blushing cheeks, but I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from tipping up. As quickly as it lifted, it fell. Maybe it was just a natural reaction because I was wiggling around. Defeat settled on me like a soggy blanket.

“I can see that big brain of yours working hard, Little girl, so before that negative thinking gets you into trouble, I want you to know this is all for you,” Dawson said, thrusting his hips into my backside. “I’ve been rock-hard since you moved in and I’m sure that makes me a terrible person, but I can’t help it, I can’t stop it. Knowing you’re under my roof, in my house, just a few doors down from me drives me crazy. I’ve been fucking my hand every night with thoughts of your delicious body. Those thick thighs are begging to be laid over my shoulders while I worship your cunt and your boobs. I love your fucking boobs. They look like they’d be heavy and full in my hands and wondering what color your nipples are haunts me at night.”

Gasping at the zing of electricity that shot through me, I leaned against Dawson, grinding his erection against me. His words had me dripping and he hadn’t even touched me.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he whispered before kissing my neck.

I didn’t care, maybe I wanted to be burned. “I’ve always dreamed of being a firefighter,” I sassed. A low ache filled my belly and I knew I was going to leave a wet spot on his pants if I didn’t get up. That thought sobered me a bit, and I shifted on his lap, trying to stand.

His thick forearms locked around me and he held me in place. “Where are you going, baby?”

“I’m worried… Your pants…” I tried.

“What about my pants?”

Damn him. “I-I don’t have on panties.”

“And?” he asked, teasing.

“Dawson,” I whined, still trying to stand.

“Relax, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said, easing me back down.

Once I was settled back onto his lap, he shifted me a bit so I was facing him. My face was so heated, I knew I must look like a tomato.

“Are you trying to tell me your pussy is wet and you’re worried about leaving your sweet cream on my pants?”

I nodded, biting my lip. He was so damn sexy. His five-o’clock shadow covered his sharp jawline. Reaching up, I ran my fingers over the stubble, wondering how it would feel against my mound. Would it be like I’d read about in romance novels? Just the thought made me clench my thighs together.

“I’d like to know what you were just thinking,” Dawson said.

Licking my lips, I shook my head. A girl needed to keep some secrets.

His gaze flickered to my mouth. “I’ve wanted you since I picked you up from the airport that day.”

I nodded. “Same.” It wasn’t smooth, but what else was I supposed to say?

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve kinda always had a tiny crush on you, but I didn’t expect to be so attracted to you when I got to Strickland.”

“Thank fuck,” he said before lowering his mouth to mine. It was a gentle kiss—barely there, soft brushes against my lips.

I whined when he pulled back and he chuckled.

“I want more.” I pouted.

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