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Chapter Two

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.

With that in mind, Dawson teased her folds with his mouth before dipping his head to plunge his tongue into her wetness. Kate moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, her hands grasping his head.

“Mmm,” she breathed.

He pushed his tongue in a little deeper, then leisurely ran it up her folds until he came to her plump, little clit. He closed his lips over the nub, suckling on it gently before slowly swirling his tongue round and round.

Kate’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

As he lapped at her clit, Dawson slid his hands around to cup her ass cheeks, holding them firmly. She rotated her hips in time with his movements, grinding against him while he licked her over and over. He could do this all morning.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” Kate moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

His mouth quirked. Apparently, it wasn’t going to take all morning. Kate was like a firecracker with a very short fuse. All he had to do was light it and watch her go off.

Dawson tightened his grip on her ass and moved his tongue faster, licking her more firmly as he focused directly on her clit. Kate writhed beneath him, her hips undulating wildly, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she came.

He continued to lick her clit until he was sure he had coaxed every ounce of orgasm out of her, then he licked her some more. Only when she moaned and tugged gently at his hair, did he stop.

Giving her clit one more gentle flick with his tongue, he lifted his head to see her gazing down at him sleepily, her pretty green eyes half closed, full lips parted. He thought it just might be the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, Dawson leaned back and stripped off his pajama bottoms, then reached for a condom packet on the nightstand. He quickly sheathed his cock, then took Kate’s hand and gently tugged her onto his lap. She instinctively seemed to know what he was looking for because she straddled his legs and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft and wrapped her legs around his back.

Kate was tight and wet and ready for him, and Dawson let out a low, throaty groan of appreciation as her heat enveloped his cock. He’d never been with a woman who had a more perfect pussy.

She sighed and lifted her arms to drape them around his shoulders. He wrapped his own around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She arched against him and pulled him close as she began to slowly ride up and down on him. The sitting position he was in allowed his cock to go as deep as possible and each time she moved, she rotated her hips so that her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft. The sensation, along with her husky, little moans of pleasure, had him dangerously close to the edge and he had to focus all his efforts not to explode right then.

It didn’t help that Kate had started riding him faster. Dawson slid his hands down her back to cup her ass cheeks. But instead of slowing her down like he’d meant to do, he found himself urging her to move even faster.

She obeyed, bouncing up and down on him wildly. There was no holding back now even if he wanted to and the moment he heard Kate cry out that she was coming, it was like the dam holding his orgasm at bay burst. Dawson buried his face in the curve of her neck and let out a hoarse groan of release as he climaxed.

Dawson could have stayed like that all day, his arms wrapped around Kate, his cock nestled deep in her pussy, but to his dismay, she stirred a few minutes later and pulled back in his arms, her eyes wide.

“Oh no! We’re supposed to meet everyone out on the lawn at noon to play croquet.”

He groaned. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. “What time is it?”

“Ten ’til.”

“Then that gives us ten minutes to get down there.”

She looked at him as if he were insane. “I can’t get showered and dressed in ten minutes.”

He shrugged. “So we’ll be a little late.”

“Try a lot late.” She climbed off him and hopped off the bed. “And because we’re both going to be late, everyone will know we’ve spent the night together.”

Dawson frowned as he watched her grab her dress off the floor. “Is that a problem?”

She gave him an exasperated look as she slipped into the dress. “Yes! I mean, no! I mean…”

He got up and walked across the room to put his arms around her. “Look, just relax, okay? If you’d rather everyone not to know we’re sleeping together, I’ll get dressed and go downstairs ahead of you.”

Kate blinked up at him, her green eyes wide as if she was stunned by the suggestion. “No, of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you.”

His mouth twitched. “I’m glad to hear it. Then go get changed and I’ll meet you at your room in fifteen minutes.”

She went up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. “Make it twenty.”

Dawson chuckled as she slipped her feet into her shoes, then grabbed her bra and panties off the floor and shoved them into her purse. Knowing she was naked underneath that sexy little dress had his cock hardening all over again and it was all he could do not to say the hell with croquet and take her back to bed. But it was his best friend’s wedding. Besides, he and Kate had the whole weekend to make love.

Smiling at him over her shoulder, Kate picked up the half-eaten bowl of fruit from the bedside table and darted out the door.

Seeing Kate make off with the bowl of fruit reminded Dawson he hadn’t finished his pancakes, so he quickly wolfed down the rest of them, then went into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. As he stepped under the spray a few minutes later, he thought of how much more fun the mundane activity would be if Kate was there with him. Then again, maybe it was better she went to her own room to get ready because if she stayed to shower with him, they’d never make it downstairs.

Pushing the images of all the x-rated things he and Kate could be doing from his mind, Dawson ignored his hard-on and finished showering. When he was done, he quickly toweled off, then pulled on jeans and a T-shirt before heading to Kate’s room.

When she didn’t answer his knock right away, Dawson thought she might still be in the shower, but a moment later the door swung open. Kate had changed into a tank top and a short, flirty skirt that showed off her long legs, and he let his gaze linger on them appreciatively.

“You’re early!” she said.

His mouth quirked. “Only a few minutes. You look great.”

She lazily looked him up and down. “You look pretty good yourself.”

“Ready to go?”

“Almost. I just have to finish my makeup. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he said, but she was already hurrying into the bathroom.

Kate left the door ajar and as Dawson wandered across the room to stand by the fireplace, he caught a glimpse of her through the opening. As he watched, she leaned closer to the mirror to put on her lip gloss. He’d seen other women apply makeup, of course, but there was something unbelievably erotic about the way she ran the glossy pink applicator over her lips and he found himself fantasizing about having that shiny mouth wrapped around his cock. He stifled a groan as he felt his jeans tighten in the crotch.

Turning away from the bathroom, he walked over to the door leading out to the balcony and gazed out at the harbor. While he’d lived in the Seattle area his whole life, he’d never been to San Juan Island, but he had to admit it was beautiful. He’d heard there were some great places to kayak. He wondered if Kate liked to kayak. He’d have to remember to ask her.

When she walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later and announced she was ready to go, however, kayaking was the last thing on Dawson ’s mind. All he could think about was making love to Kate again.

Telling himself they’d better get out of there before he succumbed to the urge, Dawson gave Kate a smile and walked across the room to open the door for her.

When he and Kate walked out onto the back lawn a few minutes later, the croquet game was already in full swing. At their approach, Rachel and the other girls smiled broadly, as if they knew exactly why they were late.

“And where have you two been?” the bride asked, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

Color rushed to Kate’s cheeks. “I…um…we were…”

“It was my fault,” Dawson said when her voice trailed off. “I thought we were supposed to meet you on the front lawn of the hotel. Kate wanted to ask one of the staff where you were, but I insisted we were in the right place. Turns out I was wrong and she was right. You know guys. Never can ask for directions.”

As everyone laughed, he glanced at Kate to see her looking at him gratefully.

Rachel exchanged what he was sure was a knowing look with the other girls. “Uh-huh,” she said. “Well, you figured it out just in time because it’s your turn. Go grab some mallets and stop holding all of us up.”

Dawson would have gotten one for Kate, but when he started to head over to where the mallets were, she fell into step beside him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said softly.

He grinned. “Sure, I did.”

She smiled. “Well, I’m not sure if they believed you, but thank you anyway.”

“You’re welcome.” He picked up one of the mallets and handed it to her. “Come on, let’s go show ’em how the game is played.”

Kate laughed. “I would if I knew how. I’ve never played croquet before, remember?” She hefted the mallet. “Looks dangerous.”

He grabbed a mallet for himself, then gave her a wink. “Any implement can be dangerous if you don’t know how to use it.”

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I take it that means you’re an expert at using your implement then?”

His mouth quirked. “I think you already know the answer to that one.”

Taking her hand, he started over to where their friends were waiting. Someone had already placed a colorful croquet ball at the starting pole for them and he led Kate over to it.

She gazed down at the big colored ball and the pole planted in the ground for a moment, then gave him a curious look. “So, I just whack the ball with the big wooden hammer?”

He chuckled, watching as she leaned over the ball like a golfer would. “Something like that, but your form is a little off. Here, let me show you.”

Dawson supposed he could have just demonstrated the proper form using his own mallet, but it was much more fun to wrap his arms around her from behind and guide her through the motion. He took his time showing her how to swing the mallet back and forth between her legs, not because he thought she wouldn’t catch on, but because it made her sweetly curved ass rub against his groin.

Off to the side, Rachel eyed them with amusement. “This looks like it’s going to take a little while,” she said to the rest of the wedding party. “Maybe we should just play through and let them catch up later.”

“That okay,” Dawson heard John say. “We can wait.”

“No, we can’t,” Kristen told her husband. She grabbed his arm and urged him in the direction of his own colored ball. “They’ll catch up in a bit.”

A few moments later, Dawson found himself alone with Kate, or as alone with her as he could with the other couples all within earshot. He couldn’t help but notice everyone seemed to be looking at them out of the corners of their eyes.

Kate turned her head to smile at him. “Guess they must think I’m a slow learner.”

His mouth edged up. “We’ll soon fix that.”

As he spoke, Dawson reached his arms around Kate again and guided her through the swinging motions a few more times. God, he liked the feel of her ass rubbing against his cock as she leaned over. And the way her silky hair brushed his cheek as she moved wasn’t half bad, either. Focusing on the fundamentals of croquet was going to take a lot more concentration than he’d originally thought.

“Now, for the first part,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “The objective is simply to use your mallet to whack the pole so that the ball rolls through the first wire hoop over there.”

She half turned her head to give him a flirtatious look. “Are you sure it’s okay to go right for the pole like that? Shouldn’t I start off with the balls…I mean ball…and work my way up to the pole?”

Dawson couldn’t help but notice she was doing a whole lot of unnecessary wiggling with her ass as she spoke. Not that he or his cock minded. In fact, if she kept doing it, he wasn’t going to need a croquet mallet to play the game.

“We are talking about croquet, right?” he asked softly.

“Of course.” She blinked at him with innocent green eyes. “What else would we be talking about?”

He felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. “I just wanted to be sure. To answer your question, yes, you always start off by giving the pole a good firm whack.”

Kate shrugged. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

She took a tentative swing at the start pole and missed.

“Hold on a second,” she said, turning her head to look at him again. “I don’t think I’m doing this correctly. It doesn’t feel right.”

Dawson stifled a groan as she pushed her ass more firmly into his crotch. “Feels like you’re doing it right to me.”

“I don’t think so,” she insisted. “I mean, what kind of grip should I use on the shaft of my mallet? Should it be firm or loose?”

Inside his jeans, his cock was hardening to new and painful proportions. He couldn’t help but wonder if she knew the effect her words were having on him. “I’ve always preferred a rather firm grip myself.”

She gazed down at the mallet she was holding as if considering that. “But if I hold it too firmly how will I slide my hand up and down the shaft? I am supposed to move my hand up and down the shaft as I move it between my legs, right?”

Damn, she was good at this. She acted like she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about with her innuendos, but she was driving him crazy.

“Oh, you definitely need to slide your hand up and down the shaft,” he said. “But it’s all in the technique. Your grip shouldn’t be too firm or too loose.”

She sighed and turned her head to look at him. “This is much more complicated than I thought. Maybe you better demonstrate how you handle your own. I wouldn’t want to do it wrong.”

He lifted a brow. “So you like to watch, huh?”

Her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Uh-huh.”

“Well, if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a private demonstration later. Right now, we need to concentrate on croquet.”

She gave him little pout. “But I thought we were concentrating on croquet.”

“Right.” His mouth quirked. “You know, if we don’t catch up to everyone else soon, they’re going to come see what’s taking us so long. Though I think they’ll figure it out pretty quick when they see the bulge in my jeans.”

“It is sort of a giveaway, isn’t it?” Kate laughed. “Who knew croquet could be such a turn-on?”

Not him, that was for damn sure. The last time he played the game was at his grandfather’s birthday party and it definitely wasn’t this much fun. Then again, he didn’t have a sex kitten like Kate flirting with him the whole time, either.

She tightened her hold on the mallet and gave the pole a stout whack. Her ball rolled halfway toward the first wire hoop, then stopped.

“Not bad,” he said as she stepped to the side so he could take his turn.

Dawson didn’t often put aside his competitive nature, but for some reason he found himself striking the pole with his mallet more gently than he normally would. As a result, his croquet ball gently rolled to a stop behind hers.

Kate’s next swing sent her ball rolling across the grass and into the side of the hoop hard enough to nearly knock the metal wicket down. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and gave him an embarrassed look.

“Ooops,” she said.

Hurrying over to the metal hoop, she bent over to straighten it, giving him a sexy shot of leg as she did. She took her time getting the wicket perfectly set and as he watched her gorgeous ass wiggle from side to side, he began to think she knocked over the hoop on purpose just to torture him. When she stood up a few moments later to give him a sultry smile over her shoulder, he decided he was right. Minx.

From that point on, any thought he and Kate might actually come from behind and win the game disappeared. Every time she smiled or laughed, his cock got hard all over again and his concentration went out the window, something that allowed Heather and her husband Eric to win easily. That was okay with Dawson. Flirting with a sexy woman like Kate was better than winning at croquet any day.

She smiled up at him as she put her mallet away. “You’re a very good teacher. I can now play croquet with confidence.”

He chuckled. “There are a lot of things I could teach you.”

She lifted a brow. “Oh really? Like what?”

Dawson was just about to lean close to whisper in her ear when Rachel appeared beside them. She gave him an apologetic look.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Kate for a minute,” she said. “Wedding stuff.”

The girl didn’t wait for a reply, but instead grabbed Kate’s arm and whisked her away and over to where the other women were standing.

“You can put your tongue back in now.”

At the sound of Bob’s voice, Dawson turned to see his friend standing beside him. He was so focused on Kate, he hadn’t heard the other man come over.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

The other man laughed. “Come on. You’re practically drooling.”

Dawson opened his mouth to deny it, but then decided he’d only be wasting his time. He and Kate had probably been putting on quite a show during the croquet game. Anyone watching could tell there was something going on between them.

“You didn’t tell me Rachel’s maid of honor was so beautiful,” Dawson said.

Bob shrugged. “She was going out with someone up until a couple weeks ago. I didn’t think she’d be available.”

Dawson considered that. “Were she and this guy serious?”

“Kate doesn’t go out with a guy unless she plans to get serious about him.”

Dawson frowned. That didn’t sound like the Kate he knew. “Really? We agreed to hook up for the weekend, no strings attached.”

The other man looked surprised at that, then his brow furrowed. “No kidding? Well, I guess that means she doesn’t think you have any long-term potential or something.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“No offense, dude. Besides, nothing wrong with a getting a little somethin’ somethin’ from a beautiful woman, no strings attached. You should consider yourself lucky.”

Dawson did, but in the back of his mind couldn’t help but wonder what it was about him that made Kate think he wasn’t worth more than just a weekend lay.

“So,” Rachel asked excitedly, “what did you think?”

Kate almost laughed at the eager looks on her friends’ faces. “About croquet? It’s a lot more fun than I thought.”

Rachel’s brows drew together. “Very funny. I’m not talking about croquet and you know it. I’m talking about your night with Dawson.”

Kate lifted her chin. “How do you know I spent the night with him?”

“Because it’s written all over your face,” the other girl said. “You look like the cat that licked the cream.”

“Not to mention other, more delectable parts of a certain best man’s anatomy,” Kristen added.

Kate blushed.

“And if that didn’t clue us in, the way you two were all over each other when we were playing croquet would have,” Heather grinned. “I was thinking of telling you and Dawson to get a room, but then I remembered you already have one. Whose room did you spend the night in anyway?”

Kate shook her head. “You girls are awful. Okay, if you must know, we spent the night in his room.”

Her friends squealed in unison.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” Briana said. “How was it? Is Dawson as good in bed as he looks?”

Kate’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Better.”

“How much better?”

Her smile widened. “Let’s just say we were still going when the sun came up.”

More squeals.

“Now aren’t you glad you took our advice?” Rachel asked.

Kate’s gaze strayed to where Dawson stood talking to Rachel’s fiancé and she let out a little sigh of contentment. “Yeah, I am.”

“Whatever it is you’re thinking, Kate, stop right there,” Rachel ordered.

Kate turned to look at her friend in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The other girl folded her arms and fixed Kate with a pointed look. “I recognize that wistful little tone in your voice. You’re thinking about what a wonderful husband Dawson would make.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Kate protested.

Rachel arched a brow. Beside her, the other girls were looking just as skeptical.

“I wasn’t,” Kate insisted. “But now that you mention it…”

“Don’t even go there,” Rachel warned. “This weekend is about having a fling with a seriously hot guy, remember? You’re not allowed to think of Dawson as anything more than a walking, talking sex toy. Got it?”

Kate wanted to protest, but then realized Rachel was right. If she tried to turn Dawson into yet another Mr. Right, she was only going to mess up what was probably the best sex she’d ever had in her life. “Okay, you’re right. I got it.”

“Good,” Rachel said. “Now pretend we’ve been talking about wedding stuff. The guys are coming over.”

Kate turned to see the men heading in their direction and her pulse quickened at the sight of Dawson. Their croquet game had gotten her all hot and bothered and even though they’d made love a few hours ago, she was eager to jump into bed with him again. From the sexy look he sent her way as he came to stand beside her, she suspected he felt the same.

Standing so close to Dawson made concentrating on conversation extremely difficult, especially since he casually slipped his arm around her waist. Kate was just trying to come up with some way for them to make a graceful exit when Rachel mentioned the sunset whale watching cruise the bridal party was going on that evening.

Kate felt Dawson lean close and put his mouth to her ear. “What do you say we skip the whale watching cruise and spend the rest of the day in bed?”

His breath was warm on her skin and she shivered with anticipation. As the maid of honor and best man, she and Dawson should really go on the cruise, but she had the feeling Rachel and Bob would understand.

Her lips curved into a smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

Kate turned her attention back to the rest of the bridal party just as Rachel suggested they all go inside to get something to eat. As everyone started toward the big double doors on the patio, Kate caught up with Rachel.

“Dawson and I are going to skip the whale watching cruise, if that’s okay,” she said to her friend.

Rachel grinned. “Staying here to wax the dolphin instead, huh?”

Kate felt her face color at the risqué words. She quickly darted a glance over her shoulder to see if Dawson had heard, but to her relief, he was talking to Bob and didn’t seem to be paying attention.

The other girl laughed. “Relax, Dawson didn’t hear. And of course, it’s okay. You two have fun.” She winked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Then again, there’s not much I wouldn’t do.”

Kate just laughed. Sometimes her friend could be incorrigible.

“Ready?” Dawson asked, coming up beside her.

Eager to finally be alone with him again, she nodded. She’d been hoping they’d have the elevator to themselves, but another couple hurriedly stepped inside just before the doors slid closed. Telling herself she could wait a few more minutes, Kate forced herself to stand there patiently while the elevator took them to the fourth floor. When it came to a stop, she and Dawson quickly darted out the doors and practically ran down the hall to his room.

Once inside, Dawson urged her back against the wall and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and demanding, and Kate let out a little moan of approval as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy all afternoon, you know that?”

She cooed as his mouth found the curved of her shoulder. “I have?”

He braced one arm against the wall and lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes smoldering with desire. “You know very well you did. Rubbing that gorgeous ass of yours against my cock. I was hard the whole time.”

She gave him a coy look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just playing croquet.”

He chuckled, sending a sexy shiver running down her back. “Sure you were. You’re such a bad girl.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh. And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”

She didn’t know where this little game they were playing was going, but she liked it anyway. “What?”

He leaned in closer. “They get a spanking.”

She blinked up at him in surprise. Had she heard right? “A sp-spanking?”

He nodded. “A spanking. Right on that sexy little ass.”

Dawson didn’t wait for a reply, but instead took her hands in his and backed toward the bed. Kate’s pulse skipped a beat as she realized what he had in mind. She was both excited and a little nervous at the prospect.

When they stopped beside the bed, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes. “I think I should tell you that I’ve never been spanked before.”

He lifted a brow, clearly surprised by that. “Never? With an ass as cute as yours?”

She shook her head. She’d heard of other couples doing it, of course, but it had just never come up with any of the men she went out with. Even if it had, she wasn’t sure she would have done it. She’d always assumed good girls didn’t do kinky stuff like that, at least not with men they were looking to marry. But she wasn’t looking to marry Dawson, which meant she didn’t have to be a good girl. And from what she’d seen so far, being a bad girl was a lot more fun anyway.

Suddenly realizing he might have taken her confession to mean she didn’t want to try it, she let her lips curve into a slow, naughty smile. “But you’re right. I have been a very bad girl. I should definitely be spanked,” she said, then added more softly, “But only if you promise not to spank me too hard.”

His mouth quirked. “Just hard enough to make your pussy wet.”

Kate caught her breath. Something told her she was going to like getting spanked. That didn’t stop her pulse from racing wildly as Dawson sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, he guided her over his knee so that she was lying half on the bed. The position was surprisingly comfortable and she let out a little sigh as he began to gently rub her upturned bottom through her skirt.

“Do you like that?” he asked softly.

She rested her head on her arms. “Mm-hmm.”

He gave her ass a squeeze. “How about this?”

She moaned in reply, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt a sharp smack on her right cheek.

“Owww!”

“Too hard?” he asked.

Kate thought a moment. While the smack stung, it didn’t really hurt. In fact, it was actually kind of pleasant. And if the delicious tingle between her thighs was any indication, then her pussy liked it too.

She lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “No. You can spank me harder, if you want.”

He chuckled. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Her lips curved. “You bring it out in me.”

Blushing at the words, Kate quickly turned and put her head back down. Had she really just said that? She didn’t have time to think about it because Dawson was spanking her again.

He smacked first one cheek, then the other, working back and forth with an easy rhythm that soon had her ass stinging all over and her pussy getting very wet. Kate didn’t know why getting spanked was such a turn-on, but she decided there was something extremely hot about a sexy guy holding her down and smacking her ass. Especially when that guy was Dawson.

Abruptly, Dawson stopped spanking her and went back to massaging her ass again. Her bottom seemed more sensitive now that she’d just been spanked and she gasped as he squeezed her bottom.

Dawson chuckled and ran his hand over the curve of her ass and down the backs of her thighs before sliding underneath her skirt to push it up. Kate felt her face color as he exposed her tiny bikini panties. It was silly to feel shy, especially since he’d already seen her in a lot less clothing, but there was something about being over his knee with her ass on display and ready to be spanked that made the whole thing even seem naughtier.

Kate held her breath, waiting for him to continue with her spanking, but he surprised her by rubbing her panty-covered ass before sliding his hand between her legs and running his finger along the silky material.

“Your panties are getting wet,” he said softly.

She closed her eyes and murmured something unintelligible as his finger glided over her.

“Maybe I should slip my fingers underneath this sexy little scrap of nothing and slide one of them inside your pussy,” he suggested. “Or…”

When he hesitated, she lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder, hoping he was thinking the same thing she was. “Or?”

His mouth quirked. “Or maybe I should spank you some more first.”

Actually, she was thinking he could just slide his hard cock in her pussy instead, but she wouldn’t mind having her bottom warmed a little bit more. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but he was already lifting his hand to smack her on the ass. The skimpy panties she was wearing didn’t offer nearly as much protection as the skirt and she gasped in surprise as heat spread over her skin. Dawson delivered a second smack to the opposite cheek before falling into the same back and forth pattern he had before. He moved slowly from side to side, spanking one cheek, then the other. Despite how much Kate liked it, she couldn’t help squirming each time his hand connected with her bottom. The spanks really stung!

Which was why she was torn between relief and dismay when he stopped spanking to massage her poor ass cheeks. Her skin was tender to the touch and she let out a sigh as he made small circular motions with his hand. A moment later she felt him slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly lower them to mid-thigh.

“You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.

Though Kate blushed, she was immensely pleased he liked her ass so much. She knew there was a reason she did all that Pilates.

After a compliment like that she expected Dawson to treat her bottom to a massage, but instead she felt a sharp smack on her right cheek, followed by another on the left. A minute ago she hadn’t thought her panties provided much protection, but now she realized how wrong she’d been. Getting spanked on the bare ass stung a whole heck of a lot more. And as crazy as it seemed, she loved every minute of it. She liked it even more when Dawson changed things up and gave her cheeks a firm squeeze after each smack. Then he did something that completely wowed her. He stopped spanking her to press his lips to her freshly spanked ass.

His mouth felt cool on her red-hot flesh and Kate caught her breath as the stubble on his jaw rubbed against her sensitive skin. She’d never had a man put his mouth there before, but as Dawson kissed and nibbled his way from one cheek to the other, she decided it felt so exquisite she might have to ask him to do it several more times before the weekend was over.

Still kissing her ass, Dawson slipped his hand between her legs and ran his finger along the folds of her pussy. Kate sighed and spread her legs further, giving him complete and total access to her womanly charms. He took advantage of that, finding her clit with his finger and making slow, languorous circles around the plump nub.

Kate moaned and rotated her hips in time with his movements, grinding against his hand as he played with her clit.

She was just starting to think she might come when Dawson stopped what he was doing. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was another moan as she felt him slide his finger deep inside her pussy. Oh yeah. That worked, too.

Dawson moved his finger in and out, fucking her slowly with it as his tongue found the hollow right above her ass. Kate clenched the bed sheet in her fists, pushing back into his hand.

“Faster,” she begged. “Move your finger faster.”

Dawson obeyed, wiggling his finger in and out of her wetness more quickly. As good as what he was doing felt, she yearned for something else right now.

She craned her neck to give him a pleading look over her shoulder. “I need you inside me. Now!”

Desire in his eyes, Dawson slid his finger out of her pussy, then took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Although her ass didn’t sting nearly as much as it had a few moments ago, Kate automatically reached around to cup her cheeks in her hands as she watched Dawson hurriedly unbutton his jeans and put on a condom. Much to her surprise, her bottom was still warm to the touch and she couldn’t resist giving it a firm squeeze.

“Turn around and sit down on my cock,” Dawson commanded softly.

As Kate turned around, her panties fluttered to the floor and she wondered if she should take off the rest of her clothes, but then decided to leave them on instead. There was something very exciting about having sex with their clothes on, like they were so hot for each other, they didn’t even want to take the time to undress.

Lifting her skirt, Kate positioned herself over Dawson ’s shaft and slowly lowered herself onto his hard length. He grasped her hips, holding her in place while his cock pulsed inside her. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs and leaned back against his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Is this what you wanted, my cock buried deep inside you like this?” he asked, his voice deep and husky in her ear.

She closed her eyes and let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan. “God, yes!”

He kissed the side of her neck again. “Ride me.”

Kate did as he told her, moving up and down on his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm that pushed him deep into her pussy each time.

Dawson gripped her hips, controlling her pace when she started to move faster. “Nice and slow, just like that.”

Kate didn’t know if it was the position or not, but every time she came down on him, his cock came into contact with her G-spot, sending little ripples of pleasure through her. Knowing the sensation would be even more intense if she came down on him harder, she began to move faster. Each time she did, her tender ass cheeks smacked against his hard thighs, making it feel like she was getting spanked all over again, which only doubled her pleasure.

Suddenly remembering Dawson had wanted her to ride him slowly, she was half afraid he might rein her in like he had before, but instead of trying to control her pace, he went with it, thrusting his hips up to meet her every time she came down on him.

Kate clutched his thighs with her hands and leaned forward, bouncing up and down on him wildly as he pumped his cock into her. Each thrust pushed her a little closer to orgasm and when she finally toppled over the edge into ecstasy, she let out one long continuous scream of pleasure that seemed to echo around the room.

Behind her, Dawson tightened his hold on her hips and pulled her back hard against him, letting out a low, hoarse groan as he found his own release.

Afterward, Dawson wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his as he hugged her close. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

As she leaned back into him, Kate realized she wasn’t just talking about the sex, either, though that was certainly off the charts. She’d never felt so comfortable so quickly or clicked so completely with a man in her life. While part of her thought that was wonderful, another part wondered why it was happening with a guy she’d already decided she was only going to hook up with for the weekend.