Then he began to nibble and suck the sweetness off my neck, and the soft feel of his full lips combined with the urgency in his touch had my head falling back from the pleasure.
God, that felt good. Too good. But things couldn't go any further-not now, not ever. This was some kind of trick, some kind of ploy to fog up my head and bend me to his will.
"Don't," I said, not wanting him to stop at all, but needing him to. I tried in vain to wriggle out from beneath him. "You don't want this. Want me. And I don't need you."
He pulled away long enough to say, "You think I'd waste so much time if I didn't want to be here? If I didn't think you felt the same?" His breath was hot against the wet path on my neck, and the combination sent another round of shivers through my body.
"Yes," I said defiantly.
"Then you're fucking crazy."
And then Dawson did the unthinkable-he kissed me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lick. Suck. Bite. Taste.
WHAT WAS MORE unthinkable in that moment when Dawson's lips were on mine was that I kissed him back. Hungry, greedy kisses that tasted like the sweet chocolate he'd just licked off my neck.
With his teeth nipping at my bottom lip, it was like the dam had burst open, leveling everything in its path, and somehow I knew there'd be no stopping now. I never would've made the first move, but now that he had, I wasn't going to be the one to back down. And with the way his tongue tangled in sync with mine, stealing my breath until I was dizzy, there was no way I wanted to stop. He still had a hold of my wrists in one hand, but I felt him reach behind me again with the other, and I pulled away to see him holding up a finger coated in Nutella.
Then, before he could spread it wherever he'd intended, I lowered my head and sucked his finger deep into my mouth. My tongue swirled, my lips moved up and down the length, and the whole time Dawson kept his eyes on mine, the initial surprise there turning quickly to undeniable lust. Lust and impatience, because as soon as I'd released his finger, his lips were crashing down again on mine.
And damn, the man could kiss. It made me wonder if this short marriage wouldn't be put to better use by kissing rather than hurling insults every chance we got. But why choose? Maybe we could have the best of both worlds, at least for tonight …
Not content to let him have all the fun, I easily pulled away from his grasp this time, and then I grabbed a fistful of his ponytail to pull his head back. My tongue ran up his neck, and then my lips sank into his lobe.
"Don't think this means anything," I whispered, and his groan of agreement was all I needed to keep going. As he lifted me up onto the table, I spread my legs and then pulled him forward with my heels, so that the length of his hard-fuck, very hard-erection was flush against my core.
Mmm. Looked like fighting turned him on-we had that much in common, at least. Let's see what else I could find out about the man between my thighs …
Dawson's tongue came out to flick at one of my beaded nipples through the thin material of my bra, and my fingers tightened in his hair; I wanted him even closer, wanted him to take even more. But when he took his time tormenting me, I couldn't resist teasing, "Is it me that tastes so good, or the-"
I didn't even get a chance to finish what I was going to say, because Dawson muttered, "Fuck this bra," and then, with a quick flick of his fingers on the snaps, it was down on my arms and discarded onto the floor.
Well, then. I liked a man who knew what he wanted.
Once he had me bared to him, I heard an intake of breath, and his hands plumped my full breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. Then he lowered his head, sucking me into his mouth, and it felt so fucking good that a gasp escaped my throat and my legs tightened around his waist.
Hot damn, it would seem Dawson was a breast guy, and while my head would usually be falling back in ecstasy, I couldn't stop watching the way he ravished me with his tongue, or the way his eyes shot up to mine every so often, a smoldering fire in them that sent my pussy throbbing.
When I couldn't take any more, ready to kick things up a notch, I tugged back on his hair, and his lips met mine again. But even as my fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, my mind couldn't process that I was doing this. With Dawson.
Now, I was the farthest thing from a prude, and yet there was a warm thrill settling low in my belly, an unfamiliar nervous reaction that I hadn't felt in years. But this wasn't the time to be hesitant. There seemed to be an undiscussed truce in the air tonight, one that would expire once we'd had our fill of each other, so we may as well go for it.
And go for it we did.
After pushing his shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, I gave him a wicked smile and reached behind me to dab my finger in the Nutella.
"See something you want?" he asked.
"Oh yes," I said, smearing a line of chocolate down his abs and then forming it into the shape of an arrow … pointing to what he claimed was a pretty impressive cock.
He glanced at the drawing and chuckled as he shook his head. "What was that I said before? Subtle as a-"
"Blow job? Yes, that too. But I have other plans for you first … " Picking up the vibrator, I pressed the button twice for the medium, steady vibration. With my other hand, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, leaving the massive hard-on contained behind the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. I hadn't planned on starting there, but Jesus. The prominent bulge had me doing a double take-it was apparent he hadn't been joking about his nine-and-a-half-inch dick.
Fuck me, I thought, licking my lips.
When I finally looked away, the arrogant grin on Dawson's face said it all-I'd been busted. His eyes flicked to the sex toy in my hand and then his gaze steadied on mine, the excitement in them obvious even as he waited patiently to see what I would do.
Well, mister nine-incher, torturing you to oblivion is a start.
Lowering the vibrator to the base of his cock, I slowly ran it along the length, and when it reached the tip, Dawson cursed. I repeated the move, but this time I also ran my tongue up the arrow I'd drawn, and Dawson's fingers speared my hair, bringing my face up to his.
"I like the way you tease," he said, his teeth coming out to nibble on my lip before he cursed again when the top of the cone reached … well, the top of his.
"If you're nice, I might even let you use it on me," I said.
Dawson growled, dropping to his knees and yanking down my pants and panties in one rough go. Then he was pulling me down, laying me out flat against the hardwood as he brought himself up over me. The floor was freezing, and I bucked up against him, but it didn't get me anything but a sadistic smile.
I glared. "You asshole."
"You'd expect nothing less from me, now would you?" Then he stole the vibrator out of my hand and touched it to my clit for the briefest of moments, but it was enough to make me cry out.
"You thought those marks on your back were bad the first time around. Just you wait," I said when he took it away.
"You say that like a threat, love." His body was on top of mine now, his cock rubbing against my needy core, stoking the fire. "I see it as a prize from a worthy opponent."
That was how it always was with us-constantly trying to one-up each other, always fighting for dominance. It put things back on comfortable ground. Back to how things normally were between us, bar this particularly hot sexual encounter. Because this wasn't something that would ever lead to more. It couldn't.
His lips were hot on my neck, nibbling slightly as he made his way down my chest to flirt and torment my nipples again, and I groaned into his touch. Still hovering over me, he lowered his hand between us, letting the vibrator trail down my stomach but coming to a stop before he got to the sweet spot. Trailing circles over my mound, down the sides of my inner thighs, he knew how to get me worked up without ever laying a finger-or sex toy-on me where I really needed it.
I was gonna kill him.
"I hate you," I murmured, as he continued to tease around my clit but never coming close enough. "I really hate you."
"I know," he said, and then-finally-the vibration moved to exactly where I'd wanted it most, the power of it sending shock waves through my core. My hands speared through his hair as my body trembled up off the floor, the orgasm imminent and unyielding.
"Fuck, Dawson … " I couldn't manage any more, because just as my climax hit, Dawson's mouth was on me, his tongue joining the vibrator and riding me through as the wave crested and my whole body came apart. It kept going, his mouth taking everything I had to give and still asking for more. I'd never felt anything like it, the way my body responded so eagerly to his greedy tongue, wanting to give him all of me.
Remember when I said Dawson was a breast guy? That wasn't the whole truth-Dawson was a sex guy, plain and simple, one of those rare men who wanted to worship every single inch of you, and I was more than willing to let him.
Before I could come down fully, he'd flipped to his back, bringing me up on top of him, his eyes challenging me in a way that said, Let me see what you got.
A man allowing me to take the control I wanted? Be still, my jaded heart.
"Condom?" I asked.