Page 11 of Boss of Me

I suck in a sharp breath and press my knees together, trapping his hand against my sensitive skin.

He stares at me, his eyes so dark they look almost black in the dim lighting.

“Come here,” he whispers.

I don’t resist when he pulls me onto his lap to straddle him, my dress riding up my legs. His chest and thighs feel as amazingas they look, rock solid and packed with muscle. The prominent bulge between his legs feels harder than tungsten steel, making my mouth water and heating my core.

His gaze roams over my face, drinking in my features. “God, you’re beautiful.”

My stomach flutters with a thousand butterflies. “So are you.”

His eyes spark like blue fire before he brushes my hair off my shoulder and presses the hottest, sexiest kiss to the hollow of my throat.

I quiver with pleasure, my head falling back. He takes advantage, licking and sucking the skin of my neck until I’m moaning and trembling.

“God, Marlowe.” His hands frame my head, guiding my face down to his. The moment our lips meet, my heart rate explodes and electricity sizzles through my body.

He kisses me slowly at first, probing my mouth with the sensuous swirl of his tongue. His lips are the perfect combination of soft and firm, his beard stubble deliciously chafing my skin. He smells so good and tastes incredible, smoky whiskey and intoxicating man.

I moan into his open mouth, my eyes drifting closed. His fingers slide into my hair, cradling the back of my head and holding me to him as his mouth consumes mine, hot and deliciously bruising.

It’s like no other kiss I’ve ever had. I drown in it, matching his raw hunger until I’m gripping his shoulders and grinding against his massive erection. I need him inside me so badly my whole body aches.

“Dawson,” I whimper. “I want you.”

His chest vibrates with a ragged groan before he breaks the kiss and buries his face in my neck, panting harshly. “There’s something I need to?—”

“Don’t stop,” I moan with shocking desperation. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”

He curses roughly and crushes our mouths together, his hands cupping and squeezing my ass. His cock is so hot and hard, straining against me through the expensive weave of his slacks. I can feel my juices leaking from my pussy, drenching my bikini panties.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Blind with need, I press closer to him, my hips rocking into his mouthwatering hardness.

He groans low in his throat, deepening our kiss with long, luscious strokes of his tongue. My nipples are throbbing painfully and the hot, aching place between my legs screams for relief. I’m seriously on the verge of begging a complete stranger to fuck me.

Finally,finally, his hand slides between my thighs, pushing my soaked panties to one side. A shiver of anticipation sweeps through me. Then he’s touching me right where I need him, circling my swollen clit with his thumb and making me writhe in his lap.

His eyes never leaving my face, he eases one long finger inside me. I gasp as pleasure jolts through my belly and ripples down my spine.

He curls up his finger and thrusts it slowly in and out. Each time he withdraws, he rubs his thumb over my clit before entering me again.

I moan helplessly, my hips twisting against his hand. When he adds a second finger, I arch back in shocked ecstasy. Holy shit, he’s found my G-spot. No guy has ever found my G-spot before. Ever.

“Oh God,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in bliss as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, hitting that magic spot every time. It feels so incredible.Tooincredible.

I climax with surprising speed, crying out as my body bucks and spasms with the strength of my release.

Dawson groans sexily as my juices spill over his fingers. He continues pumping into me and stroking my clit, wringing every last bit of shuddering pleasure from my body.

Spent and trembling, I collapse against him, closing my eyes as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulse through me. Dawson brushes his lips across my temple and slowly pulls his fingers out.

Floating in a blissful haze, I distantly register a muffled ringtone. It’s my phone.

“Ignore it,” Dawson growls in my ear.

“I’d better get it, though it’s probably just my sister again.” Pushing my hair out of my face, I reach across the couch to grab my purse. I fumble my phone out and look at the screen, frowning when I see Dawson’s number. “That’s weird.”

Dawson has gone completely silent.