Paige Tyler: Mr. Right-now

Kate was still floating down to earth when Dawson rolled over onto his back a few moments later, taking her with him. She snuggled into the curve of his arm and rested her head on his chest. Why the heck hadn’t she ever had sex like that before? Maybe because she’d never let herself be so uninhibited. She had certainly never dropped to her knees and given a guy she just met a blowjob or asked a guy to fuck her harder, that was for sure. Well, maybe she should have been doing those things all along because that was the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had in her life.

She lifted her head to gaze at him. “That was amazing.”

His mouth twitched. “The weekend’s just getting started. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Dawson woke up the next morning to find Kate draped over his chest, fast asleep. Her full lips were slightly parted and it was all he could do not to bury his hand in her long, silky hair and tilt her face up to his so he could kiss her. But she looked so cute sleeping that he didn’t have the heart to wake her. Much to the dismay of his cock, which was rapidly hardening. He stifled a groan and lay back on the pillow again.

When he had agreed to be his friend’s best man, Dawson expected to have to fend off every single woman desperately looking to find herself a husband at the wedding. Instead, he’d met a woman who wasn’t interested in anything more than a weekend fling and some casual sex. He’d never known a woman who was so sexually liberated and sure of herself. Not to mention so beautiful or so damn hot in bed. They’d stayed up all night making love and only fallen asleep as the sun was coming over the horizon.

He had been attracted to Kate the moment he’d laid eyes on her last night. Tall and slender, she had curves in all the right places and the sexiest pair of legs he’d ever seen. Simply put, she was perfection on sky-high heels. While he was honored Bob asked him to stand up for him at his wedding, Dawson had to admit the prospect of hooking up with Kate Gentry for the entire weekend made putting on the uncomfortable tux he had to wear a whole hell of a lot more bearable.

Dawson turned his head to look at Kate again. Telling himself one little touch wouldn’t wake her up, he gently brushed her hair back from her face. She stirred at the feel of his fingers on her cheek, then snuggled against his chest like it was a pillow as her arm tightened around him. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open and she blinked up at him sleepily.

He gave her a lazy grin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. But you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”

She let out what sounded like an embarrassed laugh and he was surprised to see a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. “I’m pretty sure I don’t look beautiful first thing in the morning, but thank you for saying so anyway.”

Dawson slipped his finger beneath her chin and tilted her face up to his. “I’m just being honest.”

Kate looked like she wanted to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. He slid his hand in her hair, ready to plunder her mouth with his tongue, when a loud growl interrupted him. She pulled away to give him a sheepish look.

He chuckled. “I guess that means you’re hungry.”

She blushed again. “Sorry. I’m always starving in the morning.”

“Don’t be. I’m pretty hungry myself.” Though not necessarily for food, he added silently when the sheet covering them slipped a little to give him a tantalizing glimpse of Kate’s breasts. “Why don’t I order us room service? I think I saw a menu around here somewhere.”

Dawson didn’t wait for an answer, but instead threw the sheet back and padded naked to the desk on the other side of the room. Grabbing the room service menu, he turned around to find Kate propped up on one elbow in bed, eyeing him unabashedly as she chewed on her lower lip. He didn’t know how it was possible for a woman to look so demure and so wanton at the same time, but somehow Kate managed. Damn, it was sexy as hell.

Walking over to the bed, he climbed in beside her and held the menu so they could both read it.

“So, what’ll it be?” he asked.

She scanned the menu for a moment, then looked at him. “Just some fresh fruit, I think.”

He lifted a brow. “That’s it?”

“And some whole wheat toast with peanut butter. Oh, and coffee.”

“No eggs or pancakes or anything?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

Dawson had a feeling she might change her mind once she saw how good his plate of pancakes looked, but he didn’t say anything. He discovered he was right fifteen minutes later when Kate dipped her finger in his maple syrup and licked it off her finger. The move probably wasn’t meant to be seductive, but inside the pajama bottoms he’d put on to answer the door, his cock went rock-hard. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that she was sitting in bed completely naked with nothing but a small bowl of fresh fruit in her lap. The sight was so damn distracting he didn’t know how he managed to eat. Not that he was complaining. He couldn’t think of a better way to start the day than having breakfast in bed with a woman as sexy as Kate.

Dragging his gaze away from her perfect female form, he stuck a piece of pancake with his fork and dipped it in some syrup, then held it out to her with a grin. “Syrup always tastes better on something.”

She smiled, eyeing the fork. “It does, huh?”

He pushed the fork a little closer, trying to tempt her. “It does.”

Laughing, Kate leaned forward to close her full, pouty lips over the fork. Just as she did, syrup dripped off the pancake to land squarely on her rosy red nipple. Dawson didn’t know which image was more provocative and quickly decided it was a tossup.

“Ooops,” she said.

She gave him an embarrassed look and reached for a napkin, but he stopped her.

“I’ll get it.” He gave her a grin. “I’m the one who made the mess after all.”

Setting the half-finished plate of pancakes on the bedside table, he shifted on the bed until he was above her, then bent and slowly swirled his tongue round and round her nipple until he got every last little bit of syrup. When he was done, he drew the stiff peak into his mouth and suckled on it. Kate whimpered and buried her fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he made love to first one beautiful breast, then the other.

Giving her nipple one last flick with his tongue, Dawson lifted his head to give her a grin. “I was right. Syrup does taste much better when it’s on something.”

Kate laughed. “Even my nipples?”

“Especially those,” he said, bending his head to kiss his way down her taut tummy.

“I don’t think you got any syrup down there, Dawson,” she teased.

He paused mid-kiss to look up at her. “You sure about that? Your pussy is very sweet.”

Her eyes went a little wide at that and she blushed.

The corner of his mouth curving into a smile, Dawson picked up the bowl of fruit in her lap and set it on the bedside table before going back to what he’d been doing. The muscles of her stomach flexed in response to his kisses as he moved lower. Even though the scent of her arousal drew him like a drug, he couldn’t resist pausing to dip his tongue in the hollow of her bellybutton. Above him, he heard Kate catch her breath and he swirled his tongue around the opening once more before trailing kisses down her tummy to the juncture of her thighs.

Kate spread her legs invitingly and he gently parted her perfect pink lips with his fingers so he could run his tongue along her slick folds. Her juices weren’t just sweet, they were intoxicating, and he groaned in appreciation. The urge to bury his face between her legs and devour her pussy was so strong it was all he could do to hold himself back. When he went down on a woman, however, he liked to take his time making her come.