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  Kate moaned.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked.

  “Very good,” she breathed.

  He slid his finger a little deeper. “My cock’s going to feel even better.”

  She wasn’t sure how that could be possible. His finger felt pretty damn good. If he was right, though, and his cock did feel even better, then she might just pass out from the pleasure of it.

  Since Dawson had brought up the subject, she thought he would slide his finger out and replace it with his cock, but he must have decided she needed more foreplay because he continued to slowly work his finger in and out of her ass for several long delicious moments. Kate was just starting to wonder if she might actually orgasm when he slipped his finger out completely.

  Kate looked over her shoulder, watching as Dawson rolled on a condom, then coated his erection with a serious amount of lube. It occurred to her then that his cock was a lot bigger than his finger, which had seemed like a very snug fit when it was in her ass.

  She eyed him skeptically as he stepped up behind her. “Are you sure that’s going to fit?”

  He chuckled. “I’m sure. Just relax for me.”

  Kate wasn’t convinced he’d fit regardless of how relaxed she was, but she didn’t say anything. She trusted him to take things slowly, and she had to admit her pulse was racing at just the thought of what they were about to do.

  Dawson cupped her ass and tenderly spread her cheeks. A moment later, Kate felt the head of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle back there. She instinctively held her breath, then remembered that would only make her body tighten up and forced herself to let it out. Dawson must have been waiting for her to relax because the moment she did, he slowly began to slide in.

  As he entered her, her asshole stretched to accommodate him, and Kate let out a moan. While his cock definitely filled her a whole lot more than his finger had, it wasn’t really uncomfortable. In fact, the feeling was more pleasurable than she’d imagined it could be. Better even than his finger. Like her whole ass was tingling from the inside out. Of course, that probably had a lot to do with how careful Dawson was being with her. Even after the head of his shaft was inside, he didn’t force himself in the rest of the way, but continued to inch in deeper ever so slowly, matching his movements to her breathing. Then before she knew it, he was completely and snugly inside. Even then, he didn’t thrust right away, but instead stayed nestled there.

  “Does that feel okay?” he asked softly.

  She let out a sigh. Okay was an understatement. She felt like she was floating. Why the heck hadn’t she ever done this before? Maybe because she’d never been with a guy like Dawson. “It feels wonderful.”

  He pumped his hips gently. “How about if I thrust a little?”

  She moaned as his shaft slowly slid in and out. “Mm-hmm.”

  He grasped her hips more firmly and let out a groan. “You’re so tight.”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder. “That’s a good thing, right?”

  He groaned again, deeper this time. “It’s a very good thing. Is this okay for you? I’m not thrusting too hard, am I?”

  “It’s perfect.”

  As Dawson continued to thrust in and out, Kate found herself automatically rocking back against his hips. The motion drove him deeper each time, sending huge shivers of pleasure rippling through her, and she clutched at the bed sheets. Though the sensations felt different than they did when he was in her pussy, they were no less intense, and as he moved a little faster inside her, she felt an increasing tingle in her ass that she knew must be the beginnings of an orgasm. Eager to see if that’s what it really was, she arched her back and pushed against him as forcefully as his hands on her hips would allow. The pleasure that came with it almost took her breath away.

  “You going to come for me, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she breathed, the words caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

  He tightened his hold on her hips and began to thrust a little harder. That was enough to send her into orbit and she threw back her head and cried out as the tingling in her ass intensified even more and she was coming over and over in an orgasm that was completely unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Behind her, Dawson pulled her back hard against him, surging his cock into her as he found his own release.

  It was a long time before he slowly pulled out and when he did, all Kate could do was lie there in blissful amazement. She’d had no idea having anal sex could be so pleasurable and all she could think about was doing it with him again.

  Dawson ran his hand down her back. “You okay?”

  She pushed herself up to sit on her hip. “Perfect,” she said, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the mouth. “That was incredible.”

  He reached up to gently brush her hair back from her face. “You’re the one who’s incredible. I’m just honored you let me initiate you in the pleasures of anal sex.”

  Kate didn’t say anything as he climbed into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. She couldn’t imagine any other man being as careful and considerate as Dawson was. He’d been as sweet and gentle as any woman could ever desire. Just one more thing about him that was perfect.

  As she snuggled close to him, Kate couldn’t imagine sex with another man was ever going to be as good as it was with Dawson.

  Chapter Five

  Dawson watched from beneath half-closed eyes as Kate got dressed the next morning. “Sure I can’t persuade you to stay in bed?”

  “I wish,” she groaned, slipping her feet into her shoes. “But we’ve already skipped out on almost all the other organized events. As maid of honor, I really need to go spend some quality girl time with the bride.”

  He sighed. “I suppose I see your point. What are you girls doing anyway?”

  Kate sat down on the edge of the bed and gave him a smile. “Going to the hotel spa so we can get beautiful for the wedding.”

  He reached out to curl the end of her long, silky hair around his finger. “Waste of money. You’re already beautiful.”

  Her cheeks colored at the compliment. “You always say the sweetest things.”

  “It’s easy when they’re true.”

  She blushed even deeper at that. “So, what are you going to do today?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe go down to the gym and get in a run. But more likely, I’ll lie in bed and watch ESPN all day.” He grinned. “You’re welcome to come back and join me after you’re done getting pampered, if you want.”

  “Tempting as that is, I’d better not. If I did, we’d end up having mad, passionate sex instead of watching television and I’d show up at the wedding looking like I just rolled out of bed.”

  He chuckled and pulled her down for a kiss. “I think you look sexy like that.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, well, I don’t think Rachel would agree. But once my maid of honor duties are done, I’m all yours.”

  “All mine.” He reached up to brush her hair back from her face. “Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

  Something flickered in Kate’s eyes and for a moment, Dawson thought she looked almost sad, but it was gone before he could be sure.

  “Me too,” she said softly, then leaned close to touch her lips to his. “I’ll see you at the wedding.”

  As Kate moved to go, Dawson had to resist the urge to pull her into his arms and keep her there. It was silly and stupid and completely out of character for him, but it was the only thing he could think to do. He was falling for Kate in a big way and he didn’t want to lose her.

  He flopped back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. It was almost laughable, really. He’d gone out with plenty of women who were willing to get married, but he hadn’t been able to see himself settling down with any of them. Now he’d finally met someone he could envision spending the rest of his life with and she wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship. At least not with him.

  Dawson groaned. Shit, he sounded like a chick.


  Kate was the one who made the rules that first night about them going their separate ways after the weekend was over and she hadn’t done anything to make him think she felt differently now. She wasn’t interested in him for anything other than sex. He should just be satisfied they had a wonderful weekend together and leave it at that. Thanks for the memories, and all that.

  Swearing under his breath, he grabbed the remote from the nightstand and switched on the television. He and Kate still had one more night together. He’d be damned if he let anything spoil it.

  * * * * *

  “Earth to Kate.”

  Kate shook herself from her musings to look at Rachel. She and the other girl were getting a French manicure in one room of the hotel’s luxurious spa while the bridesmaids were in another getting their hair styled in a fancy updo. They would flip-flop after everyone was finished, then all get their makeup done together. If Kate weren’t so preoccupied, it would have been the perfect way to while away the hours before her best friend’s wedding. But getting all pampered for the big event only reminded her she only had one more night with Dawson. The thought made her want to curl up in a ball and cry. Kate didn’t want Rachel to know how miserable she was, though, so she forced herself to give the other girl a smile.

  “Sorry. I must have zoned out.”

  “Zoned out? Honey, you were on another planet.” Rachel regarded her thoughtfully. “Is everything okay? Did something happen with Dawson? Did you two have a fight or something?”

  Kate shook her head. “No, no. Everything with Dawson is fine.”

  “Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

  Kate swallowed hard. She never was very good at hiding her emotions, especially from her best friend. This was Rachel’s big day and Kate knew it wasn’t right to burden the other girl with her problems, but she really needed to talk to someone. She glanced at the red-haired girl doing her nails, wondering if she should ask her to leave so she and Rachel could have some privacy, but then realized whatever they said, it probably wouldn’t be anything the manicurist hadn’t heard before.

  Kate looked at her friend. “I never should have slept with Dawson.”

  Rachel frowned. “What? Why not? You said the sex was amazing.”

  “It is amazing. It’s better than amazing. It’s just that…”

  “It’s just what?” her friend prompted when her voice trailed off.

  Kate caught her lower lip between her teeth and chewed on it for a moment before finally answering. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

  She braced herself for the lecture she knew was coming, but instead Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God, that’s wonderful!”

  “No it isn’t.”

  “What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t it be wonderful?”

  Kate groaned. “Because I made it clear to Dawson the first night that I wanted this to be a weekend fling, no strings attached.”

  Rachel shrugged. “So, tell him you changed your mind. It’s a woman’s prerogative, after all.”

  Kate stared at her friend incredulously. “Wait a minute. You were the one who told me I shouldn’t think of Dawson as anything more than a walking, talking sex toy.”

  Throughout their conversation, the manicurist had been doing her best to look like she wasn’t listening, but at that, the redhead lifted her head to look at Rachel in astonishment. Kate was surprised to see her friend blush.

  “Okay, that was totally out of context,” Rachel explained to the girl before turning her attention to Kate again. “And it was before you fell in love with him anyway, so what I said then doesn’t apply now.”

  Kate shook her head at the other girl’s logic. “It doesn’t change anything. I can’t tell Dawson how I feel, not after I told him I wasn’t interested in anything more than sex.”

  He would just think she was changing the rules and she knew from experience that men hated when a woman changed the rules.

  “Sure you can,” Rachel insisted. “It’s a well-known fact that men are very open to the idea of turning a hookup into a relationship.”

  Kate gave her a skeptical look. “It is?”

  “Yes. I read about it in Cosmo.”

  The manicurist nodded. “I read that, too. It makes complete sense to me.”

  God, they both made it sound so easy. “Rachel, I don’t even know if he feels the same way.”

  The other girl smiled. “I’ve seen the way Dawson looks at you, honey. He’s definitely into you. Trust me.”

  Kate wanted to point out that just because Dawson had been “into her” several different ways already this weekend, it didn’t mean he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. He might not be interested in her for anything other than sex. If she said something, she’d end up looking like a desperate fool when just a few days ago she’d been a modern liberated woman. On the other hand, if Rachel was right and she walked away from Dawson, she knew she would end up regretting it for the rest of her life.

  She looked at her friend. “Do you really think I should tell him?”

  “Yes!” both Rachel and the manicurist said in unison.

  Kate couldn’t help but smile as she looked from one girl to the other. “Okay, I’m outnumbered, I guess.”

  “So, that means you’ll tell him?” Rachel asked.

  She nodded. “I’ll tell him. I don’t know how, but I’ll tell him.”

  Kate wanted to run up to Dawson’s room right then and tell him how she felt, but she knew if she did, they’d never make it to the wedding. So she forced herself to stay where she was and let the spa staff pamper her along with the other girls, something that was much more enjoyable now that she was no longer depressed. As a result, the rest of the day seemed to fly by and before Kate knew it, they were all making their way outside to the bluff where the ceremony was being held.

  Since she was standing behind the other bridesmaids, Kate couldn’t see Dawson from where her vantage point and she ran her hand down the front of her peach colored gown nervously.

  “You look beautiful,” Rachel said in her ear.

  Kate turned to give her friend a smile. “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?”

  “You told me upstairs, remember?” Rachel wrapped her arms around her in a warm hug, then pulled back to give her a grin. “Dawson won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

  Kate hoped so. She smoothed her gown again, then realizing the hand holding the bouquet was trembling, she steadied it with the other. Sheesh, she was so nervous, she felt like she was the one getting married. Her pulse skipped a beat at the thought.

  As Kate followed the other bridesmaids up the aisle a few minutes later, her gaze automatically went to Dawson, who was standing with the other men up front near the beautifully decorated gazebo where Rachel and Bob would say their vows. She caught her breath at the sight of him. Good heavens, she’d never seen a man look more handsome in a tuxedo in her life. But Dawson was so gorgeous she almost stopped right where she was just so she could gaze at him. Then he gave her that devastating grin of his and she practically melted on the spot.

  Abruptly realizing she actually had stopped, Kate blushed and forced herself to continue up the aisle and take her place with the rest of the bridesmaids at the front. As she turned to watch Rachel’s father escort her up the aisle, Kate couldn’t help but notice that Dawson hadn’t taken his eyes off her. Kate barely registered when Rachel held out the bouquet for her to hold. Hoping none of the guests had seen, Kate blushed and quickly took the flowers before turning to watch her friend step into the gazebo with her soon-to-be husband.

  Kate tried her best to focus on the ceremony, but her gaze kept straying to Dawson. Each time it did, she found him looking her way, so it wasn’t surprising when the priest had to ask him twice for the rings. As he hastily dug in his pocket for them, Kate saw Rachel give her a knowing smile from the steps of the gazebo.

  Fortunately, she and Dawson didn’t have to do anything el
se but stand there for the rest of the ceremony. When Rachel and Bob descended the steps of the gazebo after it was over, Kate surprised herself by actually remembering to give the other girl her bouquet of flowers. As soon as the couple started down the aisle, Dawson offered Kate his arm and they followed.

  Thankfully, Rachel and Bob had to stand in the receiving line when they got to the back of the bluff, which gave Kate a few moments alone with Dawson before they had to pose for pictures.

  He reached up to gently finger a tendril of hair that had been artfully left loose from the updo to frame her face. “You’re enough to take my breath away.”

  The compliment warmed her all the way to the tips of her French-manicured toes. “Thank you,” she said softly. “You look pretty breathtaking yourself in that tux.”

  His mouth quirked. “It’s uncomfortable as hell to wear, but I’m glad you like it.”

  She laughed. “I most definitely like it.”

  Dawson glanced around, then lowered his voice. “You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”

  “So, what’s stopping you?” she teased.

  Chuckling, Dawson bent his head to kiss her, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, the wedding photographer loudly announced he needed the bridal party to gather together so he could take pictures. Dawson groaned and lifted his head.

  “Think they’d notice if we slipped upstairs for a quickie?” he asked.

  “I think they might,” Kate laughed. “Since it would probably take me an hour to get out of this dress.”

  He sighed. “I don’t know why you’d have to take the dress off for a quickie, but I suppose you’re right. Okay, pictures it is then. But I’m going to thoroughly ravish you after the reception.”

  Kate smiled up at him. “I can’t wait.”

  While Kate wouldn’t have minded going up to his room for that quickie Dawson suggested, posing for pictures along with the rest of the wedding party was rather fun, especially since she and Dawson were together in almost all of them. When they were done with the photos, they all went into the ballroom, where the bride and groom made their big entrance to a round of applause from their guests.