“For once, give yourself permission to have a no-strings-attached fling with a hot guy just for the fun of it,” Kristin said.
Beside Kate, Rachel grinned. “That’s a great idea! In fact, you can start this weekend.”
Kate looked at her in surprise. “This weekend?”
Rachel nodded. “No time like the present. And you know what they say, ‘what happens on San Juan Island, stays on San Juan Island.’”
Kate gave her a wry look. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that.”
“Well, they should. Besides, I have the perfect guy for you to have a fling with. Bob’s best man, Dawson McKenna.”
Kate shook her head. “You can’t honestly expect me to sleep with some guy I don’t even know.”
“Did I mention he’s handsome, smart, and has an absolutely gorgeous body?” her friend asked.
“You left that part out,” Kate said dryly. “But if he’s handsome, smart and has an absolutely gorgeous body, then why is he still single?”
Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Neither should you. You’re not looking to marry the guy, remember? You’re just looking to have a good time with him.”
When Rachel and the other girls were going on about how hot the best man was, they forgot to mention his voice was as sexy as the rest of him. She couldn’t remember ever feeling heat pool between her thighs at the sound of a man’s voice. Damn, with a voice as deep and velvety as his, Dawson could probably read to her from the dictionary and her pussy would be purring like she was a cat in heat.
“You were right,” she told Rachel, trying to make her voice sound as casual as possible. “He’s very nice.”
“Nice. Uh-huh. Don’t think I didn’t see where your hand was going during dessert. You are so busted, girl.” Rachel reached into her purse and dug around. A moment later, she pressed something into Kate’s hand. “Here. You might need this.”
Kate looked down to find a condom packet in her hand. Afraid Dawson might see it, she quickly closed her fingers around it. She gave her friend an incredulous look. “You carry these around in your purse?”
Rachel grinned. “I’m like the boy scouts, I’m always prepared. And now you are, too.”
Kate shook her head. “I won’t need it.”
Rachel shrugged. “Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. And trust me, I think you’re going to need it.”
“The minibar is probably pretty limited, but I’m sure we can find something,” Dawson said as he tossed his key card on the dresser. “What can I get you?”
Images of her and Dawson still running through her head, Kate turned to face him. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this. Before she could change her mind, she set her purse down on the bedside table and walked over to loop her arms around his neck. She hadn’t realized how tall he was downstairs, but now she had to tilt her head back to look up at him.
“Maybe we should forget about having a drink and test out the mattress instead,” she suggested softly. “I hear they’re very comfortable.”
Surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment, but he rested his hands lightly on her hips all the same. “Kate Gentry, are you seducing me?”
“I might be,” she admitted. “But only if it’s working.”
He chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely working.”
She smiled up at him. “Then in that case, I’m definitely seducing you.”
His hard cock pressed against her tummy, evidence of his arousal, and her pussy quivered with desire. God, this was going to be so good.
She dragged her mouth away from his to look up at him. Gaze locked with his, she put her hands on his chest and urged him back onto the bed with a firm little push. He went without protest, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile.
Without a word, Kate reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Rather than pushing it down right away, though, she slowly let it slide over her breasts, then took her time wiggling it over her hips. She’d never done anything as sexy as a striptease for a man before, but as Dawson’s hot gaze followed her every move, she decided she liked it. She felt empowered, like she had permission to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Probably because she had no expectations where Dawson was concerned. The weekend was just about having fun and some seriously hot sex with a gorgeous guy. She didn’t have to worry about whether he would respect her in the morning.
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.”
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.
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 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.”
“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 arched her back, offering her breasts to him. But instead of moving his mouth lower, he lifted his head to gaze down at her. His eyes were molten gold in the firelight and she caught her breath at the heat she saw in their depths. She’d never had a man look at her with such desire before. She was so mesmerized she didn’t even realize he’d moved his hands until she felt him slide the belt of her robe from the loops.
She stared at it in confusion. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, but instead put her hands together and wrapped the sash around her wrists.
Kate’s eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. “Oh,” she murmured, watching in fascination as he looped the belt around her wrists again, then expertly tied a knot. That answered the question as to whether he was a boy scout or not. Then again, maybe not. She was pretty sure they didn’t teach Bondage 101 in the boy scouts.
But while being naked and on display for Dawson was a total turn-on, Kate was impatient for him to hurry up and go down on her. She was about to tell him as much when he bent and slowly began kissing his way up her other leg. She stifled a groaned. He was determined to tease her until she went completely mad, wasn’t he? By the time he reached her inner thigh, she was sure she was going to scream in frustration if he didn’t put his mouth where she so urgently needed it.
“Stop teasing me and lick my pussy,” she demanded.
Dawson lifted his head to look at her, his eyes teasing. “You do like to be in charge, don’t you? Maybe I should remember to gag you the next time I tie you up.”
Kate flushed, torn between the way her pulse was racing at the idea of being not only bound for his pleasure but gagged as well, and the notion he was already planning on tying her up again.
Taking the towel from her, he slowly and methodically dried her off. Kate couldn’t help but notice he paid particular attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass cheeks, none of which were all that wet to begin with. Not that she was complaining, of course.
“You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he said as he ran the towel over the curve of her bottom yet again.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Do you really think so?”
He tossed the towel on the floor and ran his hand over her derriere instead. “You sound surprised.”
She shrugged. “It’s just that no other guy has ever complimented my ass before.”
“Then you must have gone out with some really dense guys because your ass is perfect,” he said softly. “In fact, just looking at it makes want to do all kinds of naughty things.”
Kate’s pulse quickened as she remembered the spanking he’d given her the other night. Surely she deserved another one for making him chase her around the hotel room. “Such as?”
He put his mouth close to her ear. “Such as sliding my very hard cock right in there.”
She would have been content to stay on the dance floor for the rest of the night, or at least until they went up to Dawson’s room, but a little while later, the DJ announced it was time for the bride and groom to cut the cake. As they sat down along with everyone else, Kate eagerly reached for her water glass and took a sip.
“I’m glad we decided to hook up for the weekend,” Dawson said as he reached for his own glass and took a long swallow of water. “It was a good idea.”
Something about the offhand way he said the words made Kate’s heart suddenly squeeze in her chest. Was this his subtle way of reminding her that he was only in this for some casual sex? Had he somehow figured out she’d started having feelings for him and wanted more than a simple weekend fling? Her hand began to tremble and she quickly set the glass down on the table.
She forced herself to smile. “Yeah. Me, too.”
Kate supposed she should have said more, but right then, she couldn’t trust herself to speak. She wasn’t even sure she could breathe. Tonight was it. This thing with him was really going to end. But how could she spend the night making love to Dawson now when all she wanted to do was go up to her room and cry her eyes out? At the same time, how could she not?
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