Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
But the lies he’s told me were so vast that I don’t know how I’m ever going to repair that trust. I don’t want to be in a relationship where I have to question somebody’s motives every day. Will I constantly be worrying that Dawson is withholding something big from me? I know he’s involved in all kinds of criminal workings now, and that’s a dangerous life. That’s a lot to willingly involve yourself in.
When I don’t answer him right away, I see the disappointment on his face. He looks defeated, and it breaks my heart. I don’t want him to think I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with him more than anything in the world right now. Being with Dawson was complicated initially, but the two of us fell into a rhythm with each other that I found comforting.
Dawson always did his best to make sure I was safe. Even when it came to something as simple as having nightmares, he comforted me. He held me in his arms while I fell asleep. I would give anything to have that back now.
I feel like I need to pull out the whiteboard and make a pros and cons list of all things Dawson. I don’t have that kind of time, though. Dawson is here right now asking me for a response, and I’m torn about what to say.
“Just one chance,” Dawson says as he sees the turmoil I’m going through internally.
How bad could one chance really be?
I don’t give myself time to think about the answer before I take a step forward and stand on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. The kiss takes Dawson by surprise, but after a brief moment of hesitation he relaxes into it and wraps his arms around me.
Being this close to him again feels right. It feels like this is exactly where I belong. I’ve been here before, and I don’t ever want to leave again.
Our kiss deepens, and he picks me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. Other students walking to and from their dorm rooms spot the two of us, some of them clapping and tossing irreverent cheers in our direction. I can’t help but smile and laugh as Dawson carries me into my dorm room and drops me on the bed.
“You’re not going to regret this,” Dawson says when he finally pulls away from me. I hope he’s right. I don’t want to be eating my words a year from now when the two of us are in over our heads once again.
“No more lying,” I say, staring at him with my growing desire fighting every ounce of common sense I have. The two of us should probably have a conversation about what this second chance means, but we can’t fight this feeling.
“No more,” Dawson agrees, climbing on top of me and kissing me passionately once again. He swallows my moans as his hands roam my body, feeling every curve beneath his fingertips for the first time in weeks. “I’ve been craving you, Harper...”
His mouth falls to my neck, and he kisses it gently, tracing his tongue along with the curves as he works his way down my body. My skin shivers as he lifts my shirt over my head, and I take it off to toss it aside. My bra is next, and he admires my breasts as he sits on top of me.
“I need you,” I whisper, immediately fumbling with the buttons on my jeans to take them off. Dawson stops me and shakes his head.
“I want to take my time with you,” Dawson growls as he leans down and takes my breast in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair as I moan impatiently, feeling how his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud.
Arousal pools between my legs, and I lift my hips to press them against Dawson’s already stiff cock. I need some sort of relief immediately because I can’t take this much longer.
Dawson sees what I’m doing, and he pulls away, holding my hips against the mattress to still me. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers before kissing his way down my body.
I watch as he slowly unbuttons my jeans, teasing me with how gently he’s taking them off. Before, he was ripping my clothes off me because of how hasty he was. Now he just wants to torture me. Maybe I should have put in some kind of rule that he’s not allowed to torment me through sex anymore.
But there’s time to talk about that later. Now, I need to feel him.
When my jeans are finally off, he grabs the waistband of my panties, and I think he’s going to take them off, but he lifts them and holds them firm against me, the friction teasing me softly as I moan.