Paige Tyler

Mr. Right-now

Copyright © 2010 Paige Tyler

With special thanks to my extremely patient and understanding husband, without whose help and support I couldn’t have pursued my dream job of becoming a writer. You’re my sounding board, my idea man, my critique partner, and the absolute best research assistant any girl could ask for! Thank you for talking me into finally taking the plunge and submitting to Ellora’s Cave.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Abercrombie & Fitch: Abercrombie & Fitch Company

Cosmo: Hearst Communications, Inc.

Seattle Mariners: Baseball Club of Seattle, L.P.

Victoria ’s Secret: V Secret Catalogue, Inc.

Chapter One

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Wasn’t that how the saying went? Well, it sure the heck fit her, Kate Gentry thought. Since graduating from college eight years ago, she’d been a bridesmaid eight times and had the dresses in her closet to prove it. After the last time, she told herself if one more friend asked her to be in their wedding party, she was turning them down. Of course, she couldn’t very well keep that promise when it was her best friend in the whole world doing the asking. Which was why she was on a ferry heading from Seattle to San Juan Island to be maid of honor at the upcoming nuptials.

For all her grumbling, though, Kate would never have dreamed of turning Rachel down when the other girl asked her to be in the wedding party. While she might have rotten luck when it came to men, Kate was thrilled Rachel was marrying the man of her dreams. Not only was Rachel’s fiancé good-looking and successful, but he treated her like a princess. Seeing the couple together gave Kate hope there was a guy just as wonderful somewhere out there for her. All she had to do was find him.

Kate leaned on the railing and propped her chin on her hand as she looked out over the water at the Cascade Mountains. Why the heck did all of her friends find Mr. Right while she got stuck with one loser after another? Okay, maybe “loser” was the wrong word. The men she’d gone out with were all very nice. Unfortunately, none of them were interested in marriage. Or maybe they just weren’t interested in marrying her.

Sighing, she let her gaze wander over the deck below. It was deserted except for a tall, dark-haired man standing by the railing. He had his back to her, so she couldn’t see his face, but from his broad shoulders, sculpted biceps, and great butt, she was willing to bet he was handsome. With a body like that, he had to be. It’d be a crime if he wasn’t. She wished he would turn around so she could see if she was right.

As if he’d somehow read her mind, the man turned to face her direction. He leaned back, casually resting his elbows on the railing behind him. Kate blinked as she took in his straight nose, chiseled jaw, and wide, sensual mouth. It was just as she thought. He was gorgeous. In fact, he was so good-looking it made her wonder if he was a model and there was a photo shoot going on for a magazine or something down on the lower deck. She could definitely picture him in an ad for Abercrombie & Fitch. She scanned the deck for a camera crew, but she didn’t see one. If anything, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Perfect seemed to be all alone down there.

Kate chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully, wondering if she should go down and casually run into him. It wouldn’t be the first time she did it to meet a guy. Who knew? Maybe he lived in Seattle, too. They could go on a couple dates, develop a deep meaningful connection, and be coming back to San Juan Island to get married themselves by this time next year.

Her gaze lingered on the man for another moment before she turned away from the railing and went back inside. Quickly making her way over to the stairs, she hurried down to the lower deck and out the double doors to the front of the ferry. When she got there, however, the handsome hunk was nowhere in sight.

Frowning, she turned around to look through the windows to see if she could spot him inside, but to her dismay, she didn’t see him anywhere.

“Damn,” she muttered.

Wasn’t that just her luck? She finds a gorgeous guy and loses him before she can even talk to him. Oh, well. He was probably married anyway. Or gay. The good ones were always one or the other.

Tucking her long, ash-blonde hair behind her ear, Kate walked over to the railing and looked out at the mountains again. Though not nearly as interesting as the hot guy she was eyeing earlier, the view was still breathtaking. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of seeing the lush, green trees and snow-topped mountains. The ferry was certainly a great way to see it all. After the wedding, maybe she should come up here on her own for a vacation.

The cool breeze coming off the sound whipped at Kate’s hair and she reached up to tuck it behind her ear again. Although she would have preferred to stay on deck and enjoy the view, she knew if she didn’t get out of the wind soon she’d be a mess by the time she got to San Juan Island. Since the rest of the wedding party would probably already be there, she didn’t want to show up looking like she’d spent the afternoon in a wind tunnel. Besides, she thought as she made her way across the deck and back inside, maybe she’d run into that gorgeous guy. God, he’d look so damn good in a tux.

Much to Kate’s disappointment, however, he was nowhere to be found. She kept an eye out for him anyway, hoping he might make an appearance at some point before the ferry arrived at San Juan Island, but he didn’t. When the boat neared the dock a little while later, Kate finally gave up on the notion of running into him and went down to the lower deck where the vehicles were parked. She made her way along the row of cars until she came to hers, then got in and waited along with everyone else while the passengers without vehicles disembarked.

Once Kate got off the ferry, it was a short drive through the small town of Friday Harbor to the inn where her friend’s wedding was being held. Though Kate had never been to the hotel before, she’d read about it in several magazines and according to them, it was one of the premier wedding venues in the Pacific Northwest. As she drove up the winding driveway, she could see why. With its panoramic windows, sleek-looking architecture, and well-manicured grounds, it was absolutely beautiful. She could just imagine the pictures of her own wedding party on the front lawn. She and her husband would pose right by that cute, little fir tree near the deck. It would be so romantic.

Kate glanced at her watch as she crossed the hotel lobby to the main desk a few minutes later. According to the detailed schedule of events Kate had helped Rachel plan for the weekend, the bridal party was supposed to be getting together for drinks at the poolside bar in twenty minutes. Although she knew she’d be cutting it close if she went up to her room and changed after checking in, she really didn’t want to show up in jeans and a funky graphic-print T-shirt.

Once in her room, Kate unpacked as fast as she could, but after one look in the mirror, she decided she needed to redo her makeup. Between hurrying to catch the ferry and braving the wind to find that guy, she was a mess. By the time she was dressed and ready, she was already fifteen minutes late for the start of the get-together. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror on the wall as she made her way to the pool area, however, she decided being a little late was worth it. The flirty little slipdress and high-heeled sandals she’d changed into accentuated her slender curves and made her legs look a mile long. She didn’t like making her friends wait, but she never knew when she might meet her future husband, so she always liked to look her best.

Rachel and the rest of the bridal party were sitting at a table on the far side of the patio and Kate quickly made her way over to them. Spotting Kate, her slender, dark-haired friend squealed excitedly and immediately jumped up to greet her with a hug. The other girls did the same, each one taking turns putting their arms around her and giving her a big squeeze. Kate couldn’t help but laugh. It was wonderful to have all of her friends together in one place like this. Though they all lived within a couple hours of Seattle, they didn’t get together nearly as much as she would like. They had met during their freshman year in high school and been close friends ever since. Along with Rachel, the other girls-Kristen, Heather, Briana and Melanie-were like the sisters she never had.

“Come on and sit down,” Rachel said, patting the chair beside hers. “Did you just get in?”

“About thirty minutes ago. I wanted to unpack and change before I met up with everyone.” Kate looked around for Rachel’s fiancé as she sat down. “Where are Bob and the rest of the guys?”

The other girl waved her hand. “At the bar. They went to get us drinks, but I think they got sidetracked by the baseball game on the television.”

Kate laughed. “Typical.”

“Speaking of guys,” Heather said, looking around. “Where’s Jason?”

Kate made a face at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. “I broke it off with him a couple of weeks ago.”

Heather’s pretty brown eyes went wide. “You did? Why didn’t you tell us? What happened? He seemed so perfect for you.”

Around the table, Kate noticed the rest of the girls looked just as surprised to hear she’d called it quits with her most recent boyfriend. All except Rachel. Kate had told her the day after it had happened, but hadn’t got around to mentioning it to the others. It was kind of embarrassing, really. She’d been going on and on for months that Jason was The One. Then again, she thought every guy she went out with was The One. Until she figured out he wasn’t.

She shrugged. “I thought he was perfect, too, at first. But after a while, it was obvious there was something missing. I don’t think he was really marriage material. Which is why I’m really not all that upset about breaking up with him.”

Across from her, Kristen sat back with a frown. “He wasn’t marriage material? What the heck does that mean? He was good-looking, funny, had a great job, and according to you, dynamite in the sack. You’d only been going out with him for four months. I don’t see the problem.”

Kate should have known Kristen wouldn’t see the problem. She and her husband John had gone out off and on for years before they suddenly decided to get married. That concept didn’t make sense to Kate. Either a guy was The One or he wasn’t. And if he wasn’t, then why waste her time with him? To Kate, it always seemed like Kristen had just settled for John. Her husband was nice and all, but how magical could their relationship be if they’d been able to date other people in between? Of course, Kate would never say anything like that to her friend.

“The problem was that I could never see our relationship transitioning to marriage, no matter how long we went out,” Kate said, then added, “Actually, I’m not sure if the word marriage was even in his vocabulary. I didn’t want to waste my time with him anymore.”

“Kate, you’re crazy,” Briana said. Petite and slightly plump, she had curly red hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose. “Going out with a guy is never a waste of time if you’re having fun with him.” Her brow furrowed. “You did have fun with Jason, didn’t you?”

Kate almost laughed. “Sure I did. I wouldn’t go out with a guy if I didn’t. He just really wasn’t what I was looking for in a husband.”

“Ah, the infamous checklist,” Melanie said, her blue eyes teasing.

Around the table, the other girls nodded as if in agreement and Kate felt her face color. “What checklist? I don’t have a checklist.”

“Don’t even try to deny it,” Melanie said. “We’ve all known about it forever. It may not be in writing, but it’s the one you came up with senior year in high school. You know, the one you used to figure out which guy you wanted to take you to the prom? As I remember, you started at the beginning of the school year and mentally crossed off a guy’s name whenever he got a bad grade on a math test or showed up late to class too many times in a row. By the time prom rolled around, you came up with one guy in the whole senior class who fit your criteria and because you were afraid he might take someone else, you asked him to the dance.”

Kate blushed even more at that. She’d always been very organized and methodical when it came to doing something, so coming up with the checklist of criteria to help her figure out which guy she wanted to take her to the prom seemed like the most efficient way to go about it. She hadn’t realized her friends knew about it, though. “That was prom. I don’t use a checklist now.”

“Sure you do,” Melanie insisted. “You used it all through college. You never dated a single guy you didn’t think was worthy of marriage. You never had one drunken hookup or ever banged a guy just because he was on the football team. You evaluated every guy against your checklist back then and you still do now. You might have changed some of the things on it since then, but you still use one.”

“Okay, so maybe I do,” Kate admitted. “But everyone has one.”

Melanie let out a snort. “Not like yours.”

Kate shrugged. “I just have high standards, that’s all.”

Melanie laughed. “The problem isn’t your high standards. It’s your single-minded focus on finding the perfect husband.” She leaned forward to rest her arms on the table. “Let me ask you something. When was the last time you went out with a guy simply because he was hot and you thought he’d be good in bed?”

Kate opened her mouth to answer, but then closed it again when she couldn’t come up with an example.

“See? Either it was so long ago you can’t even remember or you’ve never done it at all,” Melanie said. “Which proves my point.”

Kate eyed her warily, feeling like this was some kind of intervention. “What point is that?”

“That you have to forget about your stupid checklist,” the other girl said. “It’s okay to stop looking for Mr. Right and just have fun with Mr. Right-Now every once in a while.”

Kate was silent as she mulled over her friend’s words. Considering Melanie was married to a great guy, that approach had obviously worked for the other girl, but it wasn’t Kate’s style. She didn’t go out with men unless she thought they had long-term potential. What was the point of hooking up with a hot guy for a night of amazing sex if it didn’t eventually lead to marriage?

“Melanie’s right,” Briana said. “You can’t expect every guy you go out with the be The One. I sure as heck didn’t think I was going to marry Tom when we first started dating. I just knew I liked spending time with him because we had fun together. I wasn’t even thinking about marriage, but when he proposed, I realized I’d actually fallen in love with him.” She grinned. “It helped that he’s great at oral sex, of course. It’s possible that was actually the deciding factor.”

Kate laughed at that last part along with everyone else, then shook her head. “Okay, I admit being great at oral sex is high up on my checklist, but I don’t see the casual approach working for me.”

“That’s the point,” Kristen said. “You’re not supposed to go into that kind of relationship expecting anything. That’s why they’re so much fun. For once, give yourself permission to have a no-strings-attached fling with a hot guy just for the fun of it.”

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.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kate asked. “I’ve never even met him.”

“Which is why he’s the perfect guy to have a no-strings-attached fling with. After this weekend, you won’t ever have to see him again, which means you can be as wild and uninhibited in bed as you want.”

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.”

“I don’t know, Rachel…” Kate began.

“Honey, believe me, if I wasn’t already so in love with Bob, I’d be all over Dawson and his six-pack abs,” Rachel told her.

“God, yes,” Melanie agreed.

“Same here,” Briana said.

“I’d do him,” Heather chimed in.

“Me, too,” Kristen added, then sighed. “But since we’re all married, or about to be, we’ll just have to live vicariously through you.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at the other girl. “So, by doing the best man, I’d be doing all of you a huge favor, is that what you’re saying?”

Kristen grinned. “Exactly. As a matter of fact, I think it might be one of your duties as maid of honor.”

“Uh-huh.” Kate sighed. “Look, I know you all mean well, but I’m just not the kind of girl who has a weekend fling with a guy.”

“Even if he is as ridiculously hot as Dawson McKenna?” Kristen asked.

“Even then,” Kate insisted.

Beside her, Rachel exchanged looks with the other girls, then nodded. “Okay, okay, we won’t push you. But you might want to change your mind after you meet Dawson.”

Kate didn’t think so and would have told her friend as much, but Bob and the rest of the men were already on their way over to the table, which effectively put an end to the girl talk. Curious to get a glimpse of this hunk her friends thought was so droolworthy, she was casually trying to get a look at him when she recognized the gorgeous guy from the ferry in their midst. He had exchanged the jeans and T-shirt for a pair of khaki pants and a button-up shirt, but there was there was no mistaking those ruggedly handsome features. She blinked in surprise. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Perfect was the best man?

She glanced at Rachel curiously, hoping her friend would give her a conspiratorial wink to let her know if he was the best man or not, but the other girl was smiling up at her fiancé. “We were beginning to think we’d have to send out a search party.”

Bob chuckled as he handed her a glass of white wine. “We were watching the game. We figured you’d be so busy talking that you wouldn’t notice we were missing.”

Rachel gave Kate and the other girls a knowing look. “What did I tell you? Good thing the Mariners aren’t playing this weekend or we’d be getting married in front of a big-screen TV.”

Although Kate laughed along with everyone else, she couldn’t keep her gaze from going back to Dawson McKenna. He was even more gorgeous up close. On the ferry, she hadn’t been able to tell what color his eyes were, but now she saw they were the most intriguing shade of golden brown and fringed with dark, sooty lashes. This guy was so good-looking, it should be illegal.

Beside Kate, Rachel glanced her way. “Kate, this is Dawson McKenna, the best man. I think I might have mentioned him to you. Dawson, my maid of honor, Kate Gentry.”

He flashed her a smile. “The maid of honor. Then this must be for you.” He held out a glass of wine. “Bob mentioned you’d come outside while we were at the bar, so we figured we should get you something, too. Hope white wine is okay?”

Though Kate was vaguely aware of the glass in Dawson ’s hand, she was so mesmerized by his voice, she couldn’t seem to make herself reach out to take it. 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.

Kate absently wondered if the only reason she was so hot and bothered by this guy was because her friends had gone on and on about how beddable he was. Had they planted a subliminal suggestion?

She didn’t realize how long she’d been sitting there gazing up at Dawson until Rachel nudged her foot underneath the table. Abruptly aware of the amusement on the other girls’ faces, Kate blushed. Well, what did they expect? They were the ones who made a big thing about what a hunk Dawson was in the first place. It wasn’t her fault they’d been right.

Ignoring them, Kate returned Dawson ’s smile and reached out to take the glass. “White wine is perfect. Thank you.”

Rachel said, “I was just reminding the girls we’re playing croquet tomorrow. We’re going to be in teams of two, so I thought maybe you and Kate could pair up, Dawson. Is that okay with you?”

Kate stifled a groan. So much for Rachel not pushing Dawson on her. She couldn’t be angry with her friend, though. Like Kristen said, Dawson was ridiculously hot. Maybe having a fling with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Good heavens, how could she even be thinking of doing that? Weekend flings were not her style.

“Fine by me.” He lifted a brow. “Kate?”

For some reason, her name sounded provocative on his tongue, and between her thighs, her pussy quivered. She barely managed to resist sliding her hand between her legs to touch herself as she gave him a nod. “Sounds good.” She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Though I do have to warn you, I’ve never played croquet before.”

He gave her a sexy smile. “I have. I can show you a few things, if you want.”

Kate’s pulse quickened at the suggestive words. While she kept trying to convince herself she didn’t do casual sex, her mind was telling her something completely different. Right now, she was imagining all the wicked things she wanted Dawson to show her and none of them had anything to do with croquet.

Underneath the table, Rachel nudged her foot again. Kate pretended not to notice as she sipped her wine.

As if apparently satisfied with her efforts to get Operation Get-Kate-Laid in motion, Rachel changed the subject, talking about the rest of the events she had planned for the weekend. Though Kate joined in the conversation, her gaze kept straying to Dawson. Every time it did, she caught him looking her way and their eyes would inevitably meet, sending little shivers of sexual excitement through her body. She didn’t know why Dawson was having such an effect on her. It wasn’t like she’d never been around a good-looking guy before. She just usually didn’t spend the time mentally undressing them and fantasizing about all the ways she’d like to have sex with them, like she was doing now. Again, it must be all that talk with her girlfriends about having a weekend fling. It was making her think all kind of lusty thoughts.

As she took another sip of wine, Kate studied Dawson from underneath her lashes, letting her gaze wander over his wide shoulders and broad chest. Regardless of her earlier protests, the thought of having a fling with him was definitely tempting. But could she really let herself go enough to have a fun-filled weekend of meaningless sex if a long-term relationship wasn’t even on the table? She wasn’t sure.

Kate felt her resolve slip a little more when Dawson ’s leg brushed hers as he sat down next to her at the table in the hotel restaurant a little while later. Just feeling the heat of his body that close to her was enough to make her knees weak. She could only imagine what it would be like for their naked bodies to be intertwined.

Maybe her girlfriends had the right approach after all. Maybe she did need to stop looking for Mr. Right and have fun with Mr. Right-Now. At least for this weekend. Trouble was, she didn’t know how to go about it. How did one proposition a guy for a weekend of meaningless sex anyway? She was better at twenty questions and checklists than come-on lines and sexual innuendos.

Figuring she should at least say something to him so he wouldn’t think she was a wallflower, Kate glanced at Dawson as she placed her napkin on her lap. “So, how do you and Bob know each other?”

Not exactly a sexy come-on line, but it was the best she could do at the moment.

Dawson took the menu the waitress handed him before answering. “We went to college together.”

“Oh. Are you an architect too, then?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m a civil engineer for the city of Seattle.”

She nodded. “Which means you build roads and bridges and things, right?”

The corner of his mouth edged up. “I don’t actually build them, I just design them. I leave the hard work to someone else.”

She laughed. “I don’t know about that. Using all that complicated math seems pretty hard to me. I’m lucky I can balance my checkbook.”

He chuckled, the sound a deep, sexy rumble that made her feel warm all over. “What about you? What kind of work do you do?”

“I work for an advertising agency in Seattle,” she said.

“You live in Seattle, too? Small world. Are you in the marketing side of advertising or do you work in the art department?”

“Marketing.”

“Do you like it?”

Her lips curved into a smile. “Most days.”

Kate supposed talking about their respective careers wasn’t very high up on the list of ways to seduce a man, but as Dawson told her about the current project he was working on while they had dinner, she discovered she liked listening to his voice too much to care. Besides, she still found plenty of ways to flirt with him while they talked, like lightly touching his arm or brushing her leg against his underneath the table.

It was then that Kate realized she was no longer thinking in the abstract about having sex with Dawson. Damn, she really wanted to get him into bed. After the initial shock of that stunner wore off, another thought occurred to her. If she was trying to let Dawson know she wanted to sleep with him, she was doing a really crappy job of it. While he certainly seemed to enjoy talking to her, she didn’t think he was picking up on any of her come-get-me signals. If she was serious about wanting this guy to take her to bed, then she was going to have to be a little bit more obvious with her desires.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped her hand underneath the table and rested it lightly on his upper thigh. Then she licked her lips seductively and gave him her best sultry look as she told him about the latest ad campaign she was working on. From the way his eyebrow rose, she could tell Dawson had finally picked up on what she was trying to tell him. He leaned in a little closer and slipped his own hand under the table to run his fingers up and down her bare thigh. His touch immediately sent electric sparks dancing along her leg. She smiled. Now we’re talking.

By the time Rachel and Bob announced they were going to call it a night, Kate was getting a lot more forward than she ever had in her life. As they talked, she let her fingers trail all the way up Dawson ’s leg until they were dangerously close to his cock before moving back down to his knee and doing it all over again. From the look in his eye, she had no doubt he was enjoying their foreplay just as much as she was.

“And remember,” Rachel added as she pushed in her chair. “Croquet starts promptly at noon tomorrow on the back lawn, so don’t be late.”

Around the table, the other couples began pushing their chairs back and getting to their feet as well. Kate reluctantly did the same. She would have rather stayed there at the table with Dawson and seen where their wandering hands would lead. Their friends were all leaving to go to their rooms, though, and it would look odd if she and Dawson sat there alone. So if she wanted to continue getting frisky with him, she was going to have to find another place to do it.

She was reaching for her purse as Rachel came up to her.

“You and Dawson certainly hit it off,” the other girl said. “I knew you would.”

Kate looked around for Dawson, worried he might overhear and think Rachel was trying to set them up, but he was standing a few feet away talking to Bob. “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.”

Kate opened her mouth to reply, but her friend had already turned away. Short of running after the other girl and shoving the condom in her hand, Kate had no choice but to put it in her purse.

Rachel looped her arm through her fiancé’s. “Ready to go have mad monkey sex?” she asked teasingly.

Bob’s blue eyes danced with amusement. “Race you to the elevator.”

Though Kate couldn’t help but laugh as the couple practically ran from the restaurant, her gaze was wistful as she followed them. She’d never been that eager to be alone with any of the men she dated.

Dawson walked over to stand beside her. “Do you want to go to the bar for a drink?”

Kate hesitated. The bar was certainly much more intimate than the restaurant, so it would be the perfect place to carry on what they’d been doing underneath the table earlier. That would certainly be fun, but if she was really going to do this, why waste time in the bar? She caught her lower lip between her teeth, then tilted her head a little to the side and gave him what she hoped was a sexy look.

“Or we could just go up to your room and raid the minibar instead,” she suggested softly.

Dawson ’s golden eyes went molten. “Even better.”

Holy crap, she’d done it. She’d just propositioned a guy for sex. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that blatant, but it was obvious Dawson knew exactly what she meant. She felt so proud of herself she almost did a little cheer right there.

His room was on the fourth floor just like hers, but because the elevator stopped on every floor in between to let people on and off, it seemed to take forever to get there. Now that Kate had made the decision to sleep with him, she was impatient to get his clothes off and see if he was as well built as she thought. Being in the close confines of the elevator only made her hotter for him. By the time they got to his floor, she was ready to push him up against the wall and get busy right there. She actually might have done it, too, if she wasn’t afraid they’d get arrested for public indecency. She almost laughed. Wow, she was better at being naughty than she’d thought.

His hotel room was an exact replica of hers, right down to the fireplace and hot tub. It was the king-size bed against the wall that caught and held her attention, however. As she took in the fluffy pillows and white goose down comforter, she pictured herself rolling around on it with Dawson, their naked bodies entwined as they engaged in hot, sweaty sex. Just the idea started a really nice purr between her legs.

“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. I figured since we’re both obviously attracted to each other, we should hook up for the weekend.”

She tried to make the words sound casual, but inside, her heart was pounding like crazy. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or nerves, though. Maybe it was a little of both. She’d never actually seduced a man like this. And the words “hook up for the weekend” had certainly never, ever come out of her mouth before.

He lifted a brow. “Hook up? As in casual sex, no strings attached?”

Clearly he was way more familiar with this type of thing than she was. She nodded. “Exactly. Once the weekend is over, we get on the ferry and go our separate ways. No muss, no fuss.”

He pulled her closer, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. “That works for me.”

She should have tried this whole seduction thing long before this. She was better at it than she’d thought. Kate didn’t reply, but instead leaned in and kissed him.

Dawson ’s mouth was gentle, his tongue slow dancing deliciously with hers. He deepened the kiss with a groan, one hand sliding in her long hair to tilt her head back so he could completely take possession of her mouth. She sighed and melted against him, her hand wrapping around the nape of his neck.

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.

Dawson ’s gaze caressed her from head to toe, lingering on her satin-covered breasts for a moment before moving over her skimpy panties and long legs. Squeezing her legs together to ease the sudden throbbing in her pussy, Kate bent to slip off her high-heeled sandals.

“Leave them on,” Dawson commanded softly.

Kate hesitated for a moment, but then straightened. She could do that. It made her feel like one of those models from Victoria ’s Secret.

Stepping over her dress, she slowly made her way to him, careful to add a little extra wiggle to her walk. Positioning herself between his legs, she slid her hand in his silky, dark hair and bent to kiss him. This time, she was the one in charge and she plunged her tongue into his mouth to take possession of his.

Dawson cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, giving them a firm squeeze through her panties as he kissed her back. Kate murmured her approval against his mouth. She loved it when a guy paid attention to her ass.

Dragging his mouth away from hers, he trailed hot kisses along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. His breath was warm and moist on her skin, and she shivered, clutching at his shoulders to steady herself. Dear God, if his mouth felt this good on her neck, she couldn’t wait to see what it felt like on other, even more sensitive parts of her body.

As if reading her mind, Dawson moved lower to press a kiss to the top of her breasts. Beneath her bra, her nipples hardened, straining at the satin covering them, and she let out a husky moan. She twisted her fingers more tightly in his hair and guided his mouth where she wanted it to go. He let her take charge, moving his lips and tongue over the slope of her breast, then dipping into her cleavage.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She liked the sensation of being in control. It was a new experience for her.

Eager to continue to explore her newfound assertive side, Kate gently pulled his head away and gazed down at him with a wicked smile. “You’re way too overdressed.”

His mouth quirked. “We should do something about that then.”

Her smile widened. “I will.”

As she reached out to unbutton his shirt, she had to resist the urge to tear it open and send buttons flying everywhere. But undoing them slowly was just as much fun. Kind of like unwrapping a Christmas present.

Dawson leaned back on his elbows as his shirt parted to reveal a smooth, muscular chest and washboard stomach. She caught her breath at the sight. She’d seen some nice abs before, but his were positively lickable.

Kate caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze roaming over his bare chest. Did she dare?

Bending over, she shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then wrapped her hands around his muscular arms and slowly kissed her way down his chest. She paid special attention to his nipples as she went, teasingly flicking her tongue over them before taking each one in her mouth and gently suckling on the stiff little peaks. He let out a husky groan that made heat pool between her legs.

She moved lower, alternately kissing and nibbling her way down his rock-hard abs until she came to his bellybutton. Once there, she hesitated. She went out with a lot of guys in her search for Mr. Right, but she’d never done anything as bold as undo their belt and take off their pants. She was used to being more passive, figuring that was what men liked in a potential wife. But this weekend wasn’t about acting shy or demure. It was about letting herself go and just enjoying some hot, steamy sex.

Kate lifted her gaze to find Dawson regarding her expectantly. Lips curving into a slow smile, she gave him a seductive look as she ran her hands down his chest. Grabbing his belt, she roughly tugged it open, then slowly lowered the zipper on his khaki pants. When he lifted his hips so she could take them off, her eyes went a little wide at the sizeable bulge in his boxer briefs. Apparently, he was well built everywhere. This weekend was looking better and better by the second. Yanking his pants the rest of the way off, she playfully tossed them across the room. He wasn’t going to need them for a while.

Impatient to see if he really was as well endowed as he looked, she hooked her fingers in his underwear and yanked them down. When his hard cock sprang free, all she could do was stare in appreciation. He was bigger and thicker than any guy she’d ever been with. This was like winning the lottery, only better. She wasn’t going to have to pay taxes on this big boy.

Throwing his boxer briefs over her shoulder, Kate dropped to her knees in front of him and slowly ran her hands up Dawson ’s muscular thighs. She didn’t know why, but being on her knees like this between a guy’s legs was incredibly arousing.

She was so mesmerized at the sight of his gorgeous erection moving slightly in time to his pulse that she could have spent the whole night just like she was. But then she changed her mind. Why just look when she could touch all she wanted? She reached up to wrap her hand around him and almost moaned at how he filled her hand. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. Suddenly, she wanted to have him in her mouth, wanted to possess every glorious inch of him.

Between how hot she was for him and how tasty he looked, she was tempted to take all of him in her mouth at once, but she’d always been the type to savor her dessert and she had the feeling he was definitely going to be worth savoring. Besides, she had no reason to rush. They had all night.

She bent and ran her tongue over the glistening bead of precum on the head of his shaft. It was sweet and musky, and she let out a little moan of pleasure at how delicious he tasted. Wanting more, she closed her lips over the tip and slowly began to move her mouth up and down. As she did, she was rewarded with even more of his precum as the silky liquid rolled over her tongue.

Dawson groaned and slid his hand in her hair, gently guiding her movements. Kate liked the feel of his fingers there. While she liked being in control, she didn’t mind relinquishing some of it now. In fact, it gave her pussy a little extra quiver when he pulled her mouth down further on his shaft.

She took him a little deeper with each bob of her head until he was touching the back of her throat. Then she took him just a little bit deeper, letting the head of his cock slide down even more. Dawson groaned again, louder this time.

Kate cupped his balls in her other hand, gently massaging them as she moved her mouth up and down. She occasionally allowed him to slip deep into her throat again, but mostly she just swirled her tongue around the head. She didn’t want him to come too quickly, after all. She had another place she wanted his big, thick cock sliding into before that happened.

Satisfied she had teased him to complete hardness, she let Dawson ’s cock slip out of her mouth with an audible sound.

He lifted a brow. “You didn’t have to stop.”

“I’m not stopping.” She smiled. “On the contrary, I’m just getting started.”

Looking at him from beneath lowered lashes, Kate got to her feet and reached around to unclasp her bra. Remembering how much of a turn-on it had been to reveal her body inch by inch when she’d slipped out of her dress earlier, she slid off first one strap, then the other, careful to keep her arms crossed over her breasts. On the bed, Dawson was leaning back on his elbows watching her, his stare hungry. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and slowly lowered her arms, allowing her bra to fall to the floor.

Dawson ’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the big room and Kate felt herself blush. She had to fight the urge to cover her breasts at the suddenly predatory look on his face. She was a modern, empowered woman, for this weekend at least, and modern, empowered women were not shy in the bedroom. With that in mind, she hooked her thumbs in her panties, then slowly wiggled them over her curvy hips and let them slide down her legs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Dawson breathed.

Other men had told Kate she was beautiful, but coming from Dawson, the compliment warmed her to the tips of her toes. She moved to take off her shoes, but then remembered his earlier command and decided to leave them on. There was something very naughty about wearing nothing but a pair of high heels during sex.

She stepped out of her panties and was just about to walk over to the bed when she remembered the condom in her purse.

Dawson must have seen her hesitate. “There’s a condom in the bedside table.”

Kate opened the drawer to find a box of condoms sitting there. Obviously, he came prepared. As she tore off one of the foil packets, Rachel’s earlier comment came back to her and she found herself wondering if Dawson was ever a boy scout. She’d have to remember to ask him, she thought as she handed the packet to him.

She’d never really paid much attention when a guy put on a condom, but watching Dawson roll one on was an erotic experience all its own. When he was done, he pushed himself back on the bed and gave her a sexy look.

Eager to finally have him inside her, Kate climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. Gazing into his eyes, she rubbed the slit of her pussy against the head of his cock for one, long teasing moment before slowly and deliberately lowering herself onto him. He was hot and hard, and she gasped as his length filled her. It was as if he was made for the sole purpose of pleasuring her.

Dawson put his hands on her hips. “Ride me.”

Kate didn’t need to be told twice. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to slowly move up and down on his cock. Each time she came down on him, she rolled her hips, squeezing him tightly with her pussy.

“Damn, that feels incredible,” he rasped. “Don’t stop.”

She smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keenly aware of him watching her through half-closed eyes, Kate lifted her hands and cupped her breasts as she continued to move. Her nipples hardened even more at her touch and she gave them a firm little pinch between her fingers.

Beneath her, Dawson shifted his hands to grip her ass and slowly began to thrust his hips in time with hers. The move drove his cock deeper and deeper inside every time he pumped, and she let out a little moan. God, that felt amazing. It was like he was finding places inside her she never even knew existed. Then again, considering how big he was, it was entirely possible he was touching her in places she’d never been touched before.

She leaned forward to kiss him, her mouth closing over his hungrily. His tongue met hers halfway, claiming it for his own, and she sighed with pleasure.

With a groan, Dawson tightened his hold on her ass and rolled them both over so that he was now the one on top. Kate blinked up at him in surprise, breathless from their kiss.

“That was a neat move,” she said.

He chuckled. “I’ve got plenty of them.”

She smiled. “I bet you do.”

But the words came out muffled as Dawson bent his head to kiss her again. Kate reached up to loop her arms around his neck, her fingers finding their way into his thick hair as she wrapped her legs around him to pull him in even deeper. As soon as she did, he began to move inside her. She undulated beneath him, automatically lifting her hips to meet his.

“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder!”

At her words, Dawson buried his face in her neck and pumped into her harder.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that.”

Every thrust pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, and she tightened her fingers in his hair as she felt herself nearing the edge. When she finally went over the precipice, the pleasure that coursed through her was so intense she screamed loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

Despite how vocal she was, though, she still heard Dawson ’s hoarse groans in her ear as he found his own release. Knowing he was coming just as hard as she was made it that much better.

Kate was still floating down to earth when Dawson rolled over onto his back a few moments later, taking her with him. She snuggled into the curve of his arm and rested her head on his chest. Why the heck hadn’t she ever had sex like that before? Maybe because she’d never let herself be so uninhibited. She had certainly never dropped to her knees and given a guy she just met a blowjob or asked a guy to fuck her harder, that was for sure. Well, maybe she should have been doing those things all along because that was the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had in her life.

She lifted her head to gaze at him. “That was amazing.”

His mouth twitched. “The weekend’s just getting started. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

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.

Chapter Three

Kate and Dawson spent the rest of the day in bed, which was something she’d never done with any of the other men she dated. She just never had the desire to laze around in bed after having sex with any of them. Then again, the sex had never been as good with them, either.

Not that she and Dawson had sex the whole time, of course. They also spent a good portion of the day simply lying in each other’s arms talking about everyday ordinary stuff like family and work and what they both liked to do in their free time. Like her, Dawson was a Seattle native, but whereas she was an only child, he had an older brother to get into trouble with, and she laughed as he told her one funny story after another about the mischief the two of them had gotten into growing up. While she didn’t think tales of her own childhood were nearly as amusing, she still managed to entertain him with stories about all the things she and her friends had done. All the while they were laughing, Kate had to swear him to secrecy. She didn’t want the other women to know she’d broken the sacred girl-code by revealing all the embarrassing stuff they’d done. If she’d stopped to think about it, Kate might have censored what she said a little bit more, but Dawson was so easy to talk to that she found herself sharing things with him she’d never told another guy.

In fact, she and Dawson talked so much while they were lying there in bed that Kate didn’t think they could possibly come up with anything more to talk about over dinner. When they went out to the balcony later that night after room service came, however, she discovered she was wrong. As the conversation continued to flow without any of those uncomfortable silences, she realized how much she and Dawson had in common. They liked the same kind of movies, they listened to the same music, they even liked to hang out at a lot of the same clubs in Seattle.

Without even meaning to, she found herself mentally running through her checklist as they ate and putting a check mark beside each thing she came to. She was more than halfway through the list when she abruptly remembered she wasn’t supposed to be sizing up Dawson as a potential husband. This thing with him was a weekend fling and at the end of it, they would go their separate ways. They had both agreed to it. That was getting more and more difficult to remember, though, especially when he was shaping up to be the most perfect guy she’d ever met.

Kate took a sip of wine, eyeing him over the rim of the glass as he casually leaned back in his chair. Even if she wanted to explore their relationship further, she couldn’t. She was the one who had made the rules about this being a no-strings-attached affair. Heck, she’d practically spelled it out in big, block letters for him. She couldn’t simply change her mind in the middle of things, no matter how much she might want to. Dawson would think she was a complete nutcase. She was just going to have to settle for enjoying their little fling while it lasted.

Afraid Dawson would notice she’d suddenly zoned out, Kate forced herself to stop being introspective and focus on what he was saying. He was talking about the latest summer blockbuster, which he’d recently seen and liked.

Kate groaned at the name. So much for liking the same movies. “Oh God, I hated that movie.”

Dawson looked at her incredulously. “You’re kidding. It’s one of the best action movies of all time.”

She laughed. “I should have known you’d like all that stuff blowing up.”

He chuckled. “I’m a guy. It’s in my DNA.”

She shook her head. Men. As long as a movie had special effects and things exploding, they didn’t need something as unimportant as a storyline getting in the way.

Taking another sip of wine, she leaned back in her chair. He did the same, stretching his legs out in front of him. Even though he was wearing pajama bottoms, she could still see the outline of his muscles. God, he had great legs. Unable to help herself, she slowly ran her bare foot up his leg, following the muscular curve of his calf underneath the material. As she did so, the complimentary hotel robe she had on parted slightly to reveal even more of her leg and she felt heat pool between her thighs as his predatory gaze slowly ran up and down her silky skin.

“Maybe we should go inside and finish our wine in front of the fireplace,” he suggested.

Her lips curved. “You must have read my mind.”

Picking up his glass, Dawson got to his feet and opened the sliding glass door for her. Kate stepped inside and walked across the room to sink down on the faux bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Since it was a gas-burning one, all Dawson had to do was turn it on before joining her on the floor. He set his glass down, then leaned close to gently kiss her on the mouth.

Kate closed her eyes and parted her lips, her tongue meeting his halfway and tangling with it eagerly. He tasted like the wine they’d had with dinner, but was more potent and intoxicating than any drink could ever be, and she willingly surrendered to him, tilting her head back so that he could plunder her mouth more completely.

She ran her hands up his bare chest and over his shoulders, sighing in appreciation as the muscles flexed and bunched beneath her fingers. She absently wondered how many times a week he had to work out to look like he did. At least twice, maybe more, she surmised, letting out a little moan as she pictured his gorgeous body all slick with sweat after a hard workout.

But then all thought fled her mind as Dawson reached down to untie the sash on her robe. When it fell open, he pushed it off her shoulders and cupped her naked breast, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and giving it a firm little squeeze. Kate gasped as he dragged his mouth away from hers to kiss his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

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. She stifled a little giggle at the thought.

Dawson lifted his head and gazed into her eyes for a moment before swooping down to cover her mouth with his again. This time, he wrapped his arm around her and urged her back onto the fur rug. When she was completely lying down, he took her bound wrists and gently placed them above her head, then leaned close and put his mouth to her ear.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body and while I do, you’re going to keep your hands right where they are,” he said softly. “Is that understood?”

She shivered at the command in his deep voice. “Yes,” she whispered.

He pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. “Good. Because if you don’t, then I’ll stop what I’m doing, even if I’m in the middle of licking your sweet pussy. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Kate moaned in reply, instinctively squeezing her thighs together and squirming beneath him. She’d never let a guy tie her up and have his way with her before, but the idea of playing the submissive and Dawson being completely and totally in charge turned her on like crazy.

Shifting above her, Dawson began to slowly trail a path of warm kisses down the curve of her arm. While she was careful to keep her arms where they were, Kate couldn’t help but wiggle against her bonds a little, just to see how secure they were. Although they weren’t tight, they weren’t loose enough for her to free her hands, either. That realization got her even more hot and bothered and she found herself almost wishing Dawson would forego his exploration of her body and just go straight for her pussy instead. As he paused to lick and nibble on the inside of her elbow, however, she had to admit that getting him there was going to be half the fun.

She giggled as his lips brushed the inside of her arm, unable to help herself.

He lifted his head to look at her. “Does that tickle?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“Really? Makes me wonder where else you’re ticklish.”

Giving her a wolfish grin, he lowered his head to continue kissing his way down her arm. Kate turned her head to the side, hoping he would stop to nibble her neck a little. He did, much to her delight.

Kate sighed and tilted her head back as he placed a series of light, little kisses along the curve her jaw. She parted her lips in anticipation, but instead of covering her mouth with his, Dawson teased her lips with featherlight kisses that made her tingle all over. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, wanting to grab a handful of hair and pull him down for a real kiss, but afraid if she disobeyed his command and moved, he would make good on his words and stop what he was doing altogether. She definitely didn’t want that.

So she forced herself to be good and stay where she was. Which really wasn’t all that difficult because despite her desire to grab him and kiss him, she rather liked his teasing. But she could only be patient for so long.

“Kiss me,” she begged as he lightly traced her lips with his again. “Please.”

He chuckled, capturing her lips and ravishing her mouth thoroughly and completely.

As she kissed him back, Kate once again had to fight the urge to hold him there. But she knew the penalty if she did, and so she lay there obediently when Dawson dragged his mouth away from hers a few moments later to slowly kiss his way down her neck so he could focus his attention on her breasts.

Cupping them gently in his hands, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then bent his head to close his mouth over the other. Kate gasped as he suckled on the pebbled tip. Her nipples were always sensitive, but there was something about being tied up that made the sensation seem more intense and arousing. Maybe it was the feeling that Dawson could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him. That was an illusion, of course. She knew Dawson would never do anything she didn’t want him to do. It was just part of the fantasy, and she definitely got off on it.

Dawson swirled his tongue round and round her nipple with a kind of methodical slowness that left Kate panting for breath. Although she thought she might actually go insane from such exquisite torture, that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth to protest when he lifted his head. Realizing it was only so he could do the same to the other nipple, she let out a little sigh of contentment instead. God, he had a talented mouth.

When Dawson released that nipple several long, delicious moments later, she thought he might go back and treat the first one to a repeat performance, but he slowly kissed his way down her stomach. Any complaint she might have had disappeared as soon as she figured out where he was heading. As much as she adored having her breasts touched, she loved having her pussy licked even more.

Rather than head straight there, though, Dawson stopped on the way to make teasing little circles around her bellybutton with his tongue before dipping it inside the little indentation. Kate caught her breath at the sensation. She’d never had a guy pay any attention to that part of her anatomy before and she was surprised at how sexy it was. In fact, she liked it so much she almost protested when he stopped and moved lower. Between her legs, her pussy tingled in anticipation and she quickly forgot about her bellybutton.

Instead of licking her pussy right away like she thought he would, however, he kissed his way down her leg. Damn, he was good at this teasing stuff. His hair tickled her skin, making her shiver, and she wiggled a little on the fur rug as much from that as from frustration. While what he was doing was extremely pleasurable, it was also complete torture, and she had to stifle a moan.

When Dawson got to her feet, he leaned back on his heels and gazed down at her. “You look sexy as hell, do you know that?”

Although she knew it was silly to feel shy at the words, especially after all the sex they’d had, Kate felt herself blush anyway. Maybe it was the blatant desire in his eyes that made her face suffuse with color. Or maybe it was the fact that she was submissively lying there with her hands bound, completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The image of what she must look like naked on the fur rug in front of the fireplace suddenly made her tremble.

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.

Bending his head, Dawson pressed one more gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, then cupped her ass in his hands and ran his tongue up the slick folds of her pussy. Kate moaned and strained at the fabric holding her captive. The urge to grab his head and put his tongue exactly where she wanted it was almost too much to take. And yet knowing she couldn’t made what he was doing even that much better.

Dawson must have sensed her need because a moment later she felt his tongue on her clit. He flicked the sensitive nub with quick, light caresses before making lazy, little circles round and around it.

“God, you taste so good,” he rasped, swiping her pussy with his tongue before focusing his attention on her clit again.

Kate arched against him with a moan, balling her hands into fists above her head. “Oh yeah, just like that,” she breathed. “Don’t stop!”

He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and began to lick more deliberately, his tongue firm and insistent on her clit. The sensation was so intense that Kate wanted to scream, but her cries were trapped in her throat as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. He had teased her for so long that she was about to explode already. The sensation started right at her clit, then gradually spread through her entire body until she was trembling all over.

She writhed beneath him, moving her head from side to side and struggling at the bonds that held her prisoner as she screamed in ecstasy as he continued to lap at her clit. Then all at once, the pleasure got to be too much and now more than before, she wanted her hands free so that she could pull Dawson ’s mouth away. But held captive by his command not to move, she was powerless to do anything except ride out the waves of her climax as one orgasm after another coursed through her body.

Dawson didn’t stop licking her until he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her and when he was done, all Kate could do was lie there and try to catch her breath. She wasn’t sure he could top the cunnilingus he’d given her that morning, but the pussy licking he’d just given her had to be the best oral sex she’d ever had in her life. He may well have ruined her for any other man she was ever going to be with.

Pressing his lips to her inner thigh, Dawson sat back on his heels with a lazy grin and held out his hand. Kate placed her bound hands in his and let him pull her into a sitting position, moaning with pleasure as he covered her mouth with his in a possessive kiss.

When he pulled away a few moments later to untie her hands, she let out a little sigh of longing as she watched the ends of the belt slip from her wrists.

“You didn’t have to untie me so soon, you know,” she said softly. “I liked being your captive.”

He lifted a brow, his eyes glinting in the firelight as he regarded her. “Is that so?”

She nodded.

His mouth curved into a slow smile. “Then maybe I should tie you up again.”

She returned his smile with a sexy one of her own. “Maybe you should.”

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered softly.

Pulse racing, Kate got to her knees and turned away from him, obediently putting her hands behind her back and crossing them at the wrists. A moment later, she felt Dawson wrap the belt around her wrists and pull it snug, then tie it in a knot. When he was done, he came around to stand in front of her.

Kate looked up at him, waiting breathlessly for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he just held her gaze with his and shoved down his pajama bottoms until he was standing before her gloriously naked, his cock hard, the head glistening with precum. In the glow of the flames, he looked like some conquering warrior about to ravish his captive slave. She’d thought lying on the rug with her hands tied above her head had been hot, but it paled in comparison to being on her knees in front of him with her hands bound behind her back.

Holding on to the base of his shaft with one hand, Dawson slid the other in her long hair and gently tilted her head back so that he could rub the head of his cock against her parted lips. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough and she opened her mouth wider, silently begging him to let her have more. But he just continued to run the tip of his shaft back and forth over her lips, teasing her as effectively as he had when she was lying on the rug and he’d been exploring her body with his mouth.

To her relief, Dawson took pity on her and allowed her to wrap her lips around the head of his cock. She eagerly tried to take more of him in her mouth, but his hand tightened in her hair, keeping her where she was. Deciding two could play at this game, she swirled her tongue over the tip, then glided it up and down the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft. He only let her tease him like that for a few moments, however, before finally giving in and letting her take more of him in her mouth.

Kate moaned in appreciation, sucking on him greedily as he guided her head up and down on his hard length. She was used to controlling the pace when she gave a guy a blowjob, but she couldn’t do that with her hands tied behind her back, which was a huge turn-on. She had no idea she’d like being so submissive.

Each time he fucked her mouth, he went a little farther until he was deep in her throat. When she felt the head of his cock slide down the back of her throat, she swallowed, taking him even deeper. Above her Dawson groaned.

Sliding his cock out of her mouth, he stood gazing down at her, his eyes smoldering and hungry.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked hoarsely.

She studied his glistening shaft for a moment before giving him a sultry smile. “I can guess.”

Kate waited for him to slide his cock in her mouth again so she could make him come, but he surprised her by wrapping his hands around her arms and gently pulling her to her feet. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but the words were muffled as his came down possessively on hers. His erection was hot and hard where it pressed against her tummy and she moaned into his mouth as her pussy throbbed between her legs. She needed him inside her. Now!

Dawson must have felt the same sense of urgency because a moment later, he dragged his mouth away from hers. She barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and gently pushed her face down on the bed. Kate’s breath hitched. She’d had sex doggy-style before, but she had a feeling the position was going to be even hotter with her hands tied behind her back.

“Spread your legs for me,” Dawson commanded softly.

Kate obeyed, going up on tiptoe as she did so. Behind her, Dawson grasped her hips in his hands and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. She waited breathlessly for him to enter her, but instead he ran the head up and down her wetness.

She moaned, though whether in pleasure or protest, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a little of both. While she loved what he was doing, she desperately needed to have that big, thick cock of his inside her. When he finally did stop teasing her and slid into her pussy, she cried out in relief.

Dawson didn’t thrust right away, but stood unmoving, his cock nestled deep. She could feel him pulsing inside her, like a beast waiting to be unleashed, and she gasped when he slowly began to pump in and out.

Wanting him to move faster, Kate tried to rock back against him, but with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t get enough leverage and so she was forced to let him control the pace. The reminder that he was in charge and she was his willing submissive was enough to drive her completely wild, and she moaned into the bedding as he moved inside her.

Kate wasn’t sure how it could get any better, but then Dawson lifted his hand and gave her a hard smack on the ass that made her gasp. She tensed, waiting for him to spank her again, and when he didn’t, she lifted her head to give him a pout over her shoulder.

“You didn’t have to stop,” she said.

His mouth quirked. “So, you liked being tied up and spanked, huh? You’re more of a bad girl than I thought.”

Despite all the kinky stuff they’re already done that night, Kate still blushed, and she quickly turned back around before Dawson could see the color suffusing her face. As his hand came down on first one ass cheek, then the other as he continued his slow thrusts, she forgot all about being shy, however, and gave herself over to the pleasurable sensations.

“Harder,” she begged.

“Spank you harder?” he asked, is voice deep and husky. “Or fuck you harder?”

“Both,” she moaned.

Dawson did as she asked, pumping his cock into her forcefully each time his hand connected with her already stinging ass.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Dawson definitely didn’t stop. He kept spanking her and fucking her harder and harder until she thought they might actually move the bed across the floor. Damn, she’d never been fucked this good in her life.

All at once, Dawson stopped spanking her to grip her hips in both hands. Kate was too close to orgasm to complain, though, especially since he started thrusting into her even harder. That was enough to send her into orbit and she cried out in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Being tied up like she was made her orgasm seem even stronger. Behind her, she heard Dawson let out a hoarse groan and knew he was coming with her.

Kate could have stayed bent over the bed with Dawson inside her all night long, which was why she let out a little sound of protest when he finally pulled out of her. A moment later, she felt him untie her hands and gently pull her to her feet. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her long and hard on the mouth.

When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes were twinkling. “Was that good?”

She smiled up at him. “Babe, we left good behind a long time ago. That was on a whole ‘nother level of pleasure that Webster’s would have a hard time describing.”

He chuckled. “Let’s see if we can do even better this time.”

Without another word, he swung her up in his arms and set her down on the bed, then joined her.

Chapter Four

The next morning, Dawson would rather have stayed in bed with Kate all day, preferably exploring her love of bondage a little bit more. But since they hadn’t had breakfast with everyone else the day before, they both reluctantly decided they should join the rest of the wedding party down in the hotel restaurant. They didn’t want the bride and groom thinking they were completely blowing off the wedding festivities.

“Any idea what’s on the agenda today?” he asked as he pushed in her chair when they got to the restaurant.

She glanced at him as he sat down beside her. “A digital camera scavenger hunt, I think.”

Dawson groaned inwardly. He’d forgotten about that. Running around San Juan Island with a digital camera trying to find a tree with a yellow bird in it wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but if he was partnered up with Kate again, then he was all for it. As the bride’s mother went over the rigid list of rules while they were finishing breakfast a little while later, however, he was beginning to rethink that idea. Not only did the woman act like a drill sergeant, but from the way she was talking, it sounded like they weren’t going to get finished with the game for hours. One glance at Kate told him she was thinking the same thing.

He leaned over to put his mouth close to her ear. “What do you say we blow off the scavenger hunt and do some sightseeing instead?”

She smiled. “Sounds like a plan. Just don’t make it obvious.”

Thinking that was probably wise, Dawson decided it was easier to take the neatly typed list of unusual items they were supposed to hunt for when Rachel’s mother handed it to him. If anyone asked afterward, he and Kate could explain they hadn’t managed to find even one item on the list. Once they got outside, everyone was in such a hurry to go their separate ways, it was easy for him and Kate to go off and do their own thing.

Since the hotel was within walking distance of the harbor, they didn’t bother grabbing Dawson’s SUV, but instead followed the historical walking-tour path in that direction. They stopped in various shops along the way, as well as a few art galleries Kate dragged him into. Although he wasn’t really much for artsy stuff, he had to admit he enjoyed watching Kate “oooh” and “ahhh” over the work done by the local artists. Her exuberance for the simple pastime was infectious. As she leaned close to get a better look at an Inuit-inspired sculpture, smiling as if she’d found the next Mona Lisa, he concluded Kate was the type of person who could make doing anything fun.

Spotting a coffee shop on Cannery Landing, they decided to go inside and grab a cup before heading over to check out the shops by the waterfront. By the time they came out of the last one a few hours later, Dawson was shopped out, but was still glad he’d suggested doing the tourist thing nevertheless.

“Since we didn’t go whale watching the other night, do you want to grab a picnic lunch from one of the restaurants and go up to the state park?” he asked as they walked down the steps and onto the sidewalk. “I heard the guy in the bookstore tell some tourists it’s the best place to see them from land.”

Kate looked both surprised and a little confused at that, and for a moment he thought she might not want to do it, but then she smiled. “I’d love to.”

When they got to Lime Kiln State Park a little while later, he and Kate checked out the lighthouse first before finding a secluded spot on the cliffs where they could have lunch and see the killer whales. As they ate their turkey sandwiches and watched the graceful orcas breach and spyhop in the water below, Dawson couldn’t help but think that it felt more like he and Kate were dating rather than having a weekend fling. While he knew that was a slippery slope to go down, especially since she’d made it clear she wasn’t looking for a relationship, he found himself trying to figure out the best way to bring up the subject of continuing their relationship when they got back to Seattle.

“Ever been kayaking?” he asked after a moment.

She nodded. “I went a few times in college.”

“Did you like it?”

She laughed. “Not at first, but once I got the hang of it, I did.”

He chuckled as he imagined her doing what a lot of beginners did, which was paddle the kayak in a circle. He picked up his bottle of water and took a swallow. “It’s too bad we’ll be leaving in a couple days. I hear they have some great kayaking whale watching tours. It would have been fun go.”

Dawson tried to make his voice as casual as possible, hoping Kate would give him the opening he was looking for by suggesting they should come back and go kayaking sometime, but instead she mumbled something that could have been agreement or not before looking away. He frowned. Well, he supposed that answered his question. Kate couldn’t have made it any clearer that she wasn’t interested in having anything to do with him after this weekend.

As she gazed out at the ocean, her expression was unreadable, and he hoped he hadn’t made her uncomfortable. He was about to apologize when she pointed out a killer whale slapping his tail against the water below them as if he’d never even spoken.

Dawson was relieved when Kate leaned back against him after they finished their sandwiches a little while later. He was glad to see he hadn’t ruined the mood. His cock, which immediately got hard as she settled herself between his spread legs, was equally grateful. It might have been nice to think about seeing her in the future, but if all he had was right now, then he wasn’t going to complain.

Kate turned her head to smile up at him teasingly. “Is that a spyglass in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He chuckled. “I’m definitely happy to see you. In fact, maybe you can do something about that when we get back to the hotel.”

She gave him a flirtatious look. “Or I could do something about it right now.”

He lifted a brow, surprised, but aroused at the same time. “Here?”

She shrugged. “Why not? There’s no one around.”

That was true enough. The park was practically deserted. He was about to tell Kate he was game if she was, but she had already turned around to kneel between his legs. Tugging open his belt, she slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then shoved down his boxer briefs just enough to free his hard cock. Giving him a sexy smile, she wrapped her hand around the base, then leaned forward to slowly run her tongue up the entire length before taking the head in her mouth.

Dawson groaned as her long hair fell forward to brush against his thighs. Her mouth was warm and soft as she moved up and down on him, and he groaned again as she gently cupped his balls in her other hand. Damn, she was good at giving a blowjob.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he breathed. “Just like that.”

Kate moaned and swirled her tongue over the tip of his shaft before going down on him again. She took him a little deeper each time until the head was finally touching the back of her throat. Then she swallowed.

Dawson sucked in a breath. Daaaaaaammnn! He’d never met a woman could do that.

Sure he was going to blow right then, he tightened his hand in her hair. “I’m already close.”

At his words, Kate immediately moved her mouth back up his shaft to a place that kept him on edge but not in danger of exploding. She slowly bobbed her head up and down over and over, sometimes pausing to swirl her tongue over the sensitive tip, sometimes nipping a little with her teeth, sometimes deep throating him.

While Dawson liked to think he had at least a modicum of self-control, what Kate was doing felt too incredible to hold back for long and before he knew it, he was shooting a load of hot cum into her mouth. She moaned around his cock, swallowing it all, then carefully licking him clean until she was sure she got every last little bit. When she was done, she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled up at him.

“Wasn’t that more fun than waiting until we got back to the hotel?” she asked as he buttoned his jeans.

He bent over to kiss her on the mouth. “Much.”

Dawson would have kissed her again, but the sound of footsteps on the gravel path caught his attention. Brow furrowing, he turned his head to see a park ranger coming toward them. Shit. He hoped the man hadn’t seen anything. He didn’t think the bride and groom would appreciate bailing their maid of honor and best man out of jail.

But to Dawson ’s relief, the ranger just gave them a nod and a smile. “Great day for whale watching. A lot of orcas out there. Did you see any of them blow?”

Kate glanced at Dawson, then smiled at the ranger. “One just blew a couple of seconds ago, actually. He was a big guy, too.”

The park ranger might have thought she was talking about killer whales, but Dawson knew exactly what she was referring to and he had to stifle a laugh. Her comment got the park ranger talking, though, and he ended up spending the next half hour telling them about the pod of whales that frequented the local waters. While the information was interesting, Dawson wanted to be alone with Kate and he was glad when the other man finally left. Once he was out of earshot, Dawson and Kate burst into laughter.

“Good thing he didn’t come by a few minutes earlier or I would have been right in the middle of going down on you,” Kate said.

Dawson ran his hand up her bare leg, his fingers brushing the hem of her khaki shorts. “Speaking of which, I still owe you for that amazing blowjob. What do you say I return the favor when we get back to the hotel?”

She smiled. “I say that’s a wonderful idea. But unfortunately it’ll have to be after the rehearsal dinner.”

“That’s tonight?”

She nodded. “Of course it’s tonight. The wedding’s tomorrow, remember?”

Actually, he’d forgotten, and the reminder only made him more aware of the fact that the weekend was coming to a close. Which meant their weekend fling was coming to an end, too. That was really too bad because he was going to miss Kate Gentry. He only wished she felt the same about him.

* * * * *

By the time she and Dawson got back to the hotel, they had just enough time to shower and change before they had to meet the rest of the wedding party down on the bluff overlooking the marina for the rehearsal. To Kate’s relief, no one mentioned their little disappearing act, though Rachel and the other girls gave her and Dawson knowing smiles.

Rachel wanted to make sure the wedding was absolutely perfect, so she made everyone practice over and over until she was satisfied they had it right. Which meant a lot of standing around while Rachel made up her mind. Which in turn gave Kate a lot of time to think about what Dawson said up at the state park that afternoon.

Was that whole thing about going kayaking his subtle way of telling her he wanted to continue seeing her when they got back to Seattle? Although she wanted to believe it was, she’d never known a guy to be subtle. So she had interpreted his casual comment as a gentle reminder that they had agreed to have a no-strings-attached weekend, just in case she had read more into their picnic than he had intended. She hadn’t known what to say, which was why she had just muttered something noncommittal.

Of course, now that she had time to stand around and think about it, she couldn’t keep from replaying their conversation over and over in her head to see if she’d gotten the message right. All that did was confuse her even more. She was almost positive he wanted everything to come to a nice, tidy finish at the end of the weekend, but a part of her wasn’t sure. Then again, that part could just be wishful thinking. God, she wished she’d never put that stupid no-strings clause in her proposition that first night. If it wasn’t for that, she’d probably be well on her way to planning her own wedding right now, at least mentally. As she took Dawson ’s arm to follow the soon-to-be bride and groom down the aisle a little while later, she let herself imagine for just a moment that she and the handsome man at her side were rehearsing for their own wedding.

“You know,” he said softly, “I could be licking your pussy right now instead of walking up and down this aisle over and over. How many times is this anyway?”

Kate ignored the tingle between her thighs and forced herself to focus on the question. “I’m not quite sure. Ten, I think.”

He groaned. “Well, if Rachel announces she wants to do it again, I say we make a run for it.”

Kate laughed. “I think she might notice.”

Luckily, though, Rachel decided they’d all practiced enough and suggested they go inside and have a drink before dinner. Everyone sighed with relief at that, including Kate. She was eager to be alone with Dawson.

“And where did you two run off to this morning?” Rachel asked, sidling up to Kate in the bar the moment Dawson went to get them something to drink.

“We went on the scavenger hunt like everyone else,” Kate said.

Her friend laughed. “Sure you did.”

Crap. She never was a good liar. “Okay, you caught us. Dawson and I didn’t go on the scavenger hunt. We went sightseeing instead.”

Rachel lifted a brow. “I’d think after two days, you’d have seen all the sights his room has to offer. Or did you spend the day in yours just for a change of scenery?”

Kate shook her head. “We didn’t spend it in either. We had a picnic lunch at Lime Kiln State Park, then sat on the cliffs and did some whale watching.”

“Sounds romantic, but that naughty look on your face tells me that wasn’t the only thing you did up there.”

“Well, no. I gave him a blowjob while we were there, too.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t! Right out in the open?”

Kate blushed and nodded. “I did! I couldn’t help myself. Besides, there wasn’t anyone around. Well, the park ranger came by, but I was finished by then.”

“He almost caught you?” Her friend grinned. “You’re crazy. I don’t blame you a bit, though. Dawson ’s a hot guy.”

Kate sighed. “And amazing in bed. Not to mention creative.”

“Creative, huh?”

“Very. Though maybe kinky might be a better word.”

Rachel looked even more surprised at that than she did at hearing Kate and Dawson had gotten busy at the state park. She took a step closer. “Kinky? Do tell.”

Kate looked around to make sure no one was standing close enough to overhear. Even so, she lowered her voice. “Well, when we went up to his room after playing croquet yesterday, he gave me a spanking. Then last night, he tied me up.”

“Damn, that is kinky.” Rachel sighed. “Okay, I’m officially jealous.”

Kate looked at her friend in surprise. Rachel was getting married tomorrow. What could she possibly be envious about? “Jealous? Why?”

“Because Bob and I never do anything that kinky in bed.”

Kate found that hard to believe. Next to Kristen, she would have thought Rachel was the most likely to experiment with a guy in bed. “You don’t?”

Rachel shook her head. “No, but that’s going to change.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I never did anything that kinky either until I slept with Dawson,” Kate said.

Rachel smiled. “I knew having a weekend fling with him would be a good idea.”

At the reminder, Kate wondered if she should get Rachel’s take on what Dawson had said that afternoon, but then she changed her mind. Her friend would probably only lecture her again. Besides, Dawson was coming over with their drinks.

Giving him a smile, Kate took the glass of wine he’d brought her and forced herself to stop overanalyzing things and just enjoy being with Dawson. She’d figure out what he meant later.

Although dinner with her friends was as much fun as it always was, she was impatient to be alone with Dawson again and was glad when he suggested they make their escape after dessert. Telling everyone to have a good night, they left the restaurant and took the elevator upstairs. Once in his room, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“What do you say we try out the hot tub?” he asked when he lifted his head.

Kate had never made love in a hot tub before, but according to Cosmo, it was a totally erotic experience. Her lips curved into a smile. She was having a lot of erotic experiences with Dawson, she noticed. “I’d love to.”

He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you grab us some towels from the bathroom and I’ll get the tub going.”

It must have taken Kate longer to put her hair up and get the towels than she realized because when she came out of the bathroom, Dawson had already stripped off his clothes and was waiting for her in the hot tub, arms outstretched on either side of him.

He gave her a lazy grin. “Aren’t you going to get undressed and join me?”

Kate smiled as she set the towels down. If she knew Dawson, he probably got the hot tub filled in record time just so he could sit back and watch her take her clothes off. As she reached back to undo the zipper on her dress, she remembered what a rush it had been to give him a show the other night and her pussy tingled between her legs.

If the way Dawson’s gaze swept over her body as she slowly undressed was any indication, then he was just as captivated now as he’d been the first time she’d done her striptease for him. As she stepped into the hot tub and immersed herself in the warm water, Kate couldn’t help feeling a little thrill of excitement at knowing she turned him on.

Dawson took her hand and tugged her close to capture her lips in a long, drugging kiss that had her melting against him. With a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Underneath the water, his hand cupped her breast. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and she moaned against his mouth as he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze. Cosmo hadn’t been wrong. His touch felt completely different in the water.

Drawing her bottom lip into his mouth, he suckled on it gently before trailing kisses along the curve of her jaw. Kate arched against him, letting her head fall back as he continued kissing his way down her neck and along the curve of her shoulder. She would have liked him to continue moving down her body, though she wasn’t exactly sure how he’d manage it in the hot tub without drowning. Not unless he could hold his breath for a really long time, of course. But Dawson got around that little problem. Putting his hands on her waist, he easily lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the tub. Now, why hadn’t she thought of that?

Dawson must have mistaken the look of wonder on her face for one of surprise, because his mouth twitched. “I did promise to return the favor for that incredible blowjob you gave me today, remember?”

Oh yeah, she remembered. Her lips curved. “Not only do I remember, but I’ve been waiting impatiently for you to make good on that promise. My pussy has been wet the entire day.”

“Show me,” he commanded.

Considering she’d just been in the hot tub, she was obviously wet, but as she spread her legs wide, Kate felt the unmistakable creaminess of her arousal. That was the kind of wetness she was talking about.

Dawson groaned. “You are wet, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “Told you I was.”

Kate leaned back on her hands and propped one foot on the tile, expecting him to bend forward and dive right in, but instead he leaned back against the opposite wall of the tub and stretched his arms out on either side of him.

“Show me where you want me to lick you,” he ordered softly.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, hesitating. She’d masturbated before, of course, but never in front of a guy. However, the idea of touching herself while Dawson watched excited the hell out of her.

Keeping her gaze locked on his, Kate lifted her hand and provocatively slid her finger in and out of her mouth to get it nice and wet before slowly running it up and down the slick folds of her pussy. “I want you to lick me here.”

On the other side of the hot tub, Dawson followed her movements as if mesmerized, and she felt a rush at the knowledge that she held such power over him.

She made her way down to her opening and dipped her finger inside. “And here.”

Dawson inhaled sharply.

She slid her finger out and glided it along the folds until she came to her clit. Once there, she made small, lazy circles around it. “And most especially here.” She gave him a slow, sexy smile. “Think you can remember all of that or should I demonstrate again?”

His mouth quirked. “I think I’ve got it, but why don’t you do it again, just to make sure.”

Kate laughingly obeyed. When she slid her finger in her mouth this time, though, it was wet with her arousal, and she let out a moan at the musky flavor. As she ran her finger up and down her slit, she wondered if getting turned on by the taste of her own juices made her extra kinky or not. As she slipped her finger deep into her pussy a moment later, she decided she didn’t care if it did make her extra kinky. She liked it.

She also liked the way her finger felt inside her and couldn’t resist giving it a little wiggle before pulling it out to rub her clit. The plump little flesh tingled beneath her touch, evidence of how excited she already was, and she found herself moving her finger round and round much longer than necessary for demonstration purposes.

“You’re not going to make yourself come, are you?” Dawson asked.

Kate opened her eyes to find him regarding her with a teasing expression on his handsome face. She blushed, but while she slowed her movements, she didn’t take her fingers away. “No, of course not.”

“Good. Because as sexy as watching you touch yourself is, I’ve been waiting to nibble on your pussy all day.”

Pushing away from the wall of the hot tub, Dawson crossed the distance between them until he was kneeling between her legs. Kate took her fingers away from her clit without protest. While touching herself always brought her to orgasm, it didn’t compare to the magic Dawson could work with his tongue.

He put his hands on her thighs and gave her what could only be called a wicked grin. “Let’s see if I have the sequence right.”

She opened her mouth to tell him that whatever sequence he followed was fine with her, but he had already bent his head to slowly run his tongue along the folds of her pussy and all that came out was a sigh.

“You wanted me to lick you here, right?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she breathed.

He moved lower to tease the opening of her pussy. “And here?”

She gasped as he plunged his tongue into her. “Oh yeah, right there.”

He moved back up the folds to flick at her clit with his tongue. “And here, too, isn’t that right?”

She moaned. “Most especially there.”

He chuckled softly, then let out a husky groan as he buried his face between her spread thighs and began to repeat that same sequence over and over again.

He teased her so long she thought she was going to go insane. He never gave her clit more than a couple of flicks with his tongue before moving back down her folds. He probably knew how close she was and wanted to keep her on the edge.

Then just when she was about to start begging for release, he turned his attention to her most sensitive place and began to lap hungrily at her clit.

Kate threaded her fingers in his hair, wanting to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere this time. But when Dawson thrust his finger deep in her pussy and began to move it in and out as he licked her, she knew he was done teasing her.

Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave, picking her up and taking her with it until she was dizzy from the ecstasy of it. When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes to find Dawson gazing up at her, a lazy grin on his face.

“Was that how you wanted me to lick your pussy?” he asked.

She leaned forward to kiss him long and hard on the mouth, her taste there arousing her all over again. “That was exactly how I wanted you to lick my pussy.” She glanced down to see the head of his hard cock poking out from beneath the bubbles and she reached into the water to wrap her hand around him, her lips curving into a smile. “I see I’m not the only one who enjoyed that.”

He groaned at her touch. “I need to be inside you.”

“Really? I would have never guessed.”

“Really.”

She kissed him again. “Then you’ll have to catch me first.”

Before he could ask what she meant by that, Kate scooped up a towel, jumped to her feet, and ran for the bedroom. Behind her, she heard a deep chuckle followed by water sloshing in the tub as Dawson hurried after her. Giggling, she raced across the room, heedless of the mess she was making on the carpet. She’d almost reached the bed when a strong arm caught her around the waist.

“Gotcha!” Dawson growled, his soft voice sending delicious shivers coursing through her as he pulled her back against his chest.

Kate laughed. “Guess that means you get to slide that hard cock of yours inside me.”

He pressed a kiss to her ear. “Guess it does.”

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 turned in his arms to look at him in wide-eyed surprise, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing would come out.

He reached up to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

She blushed and shook her head.

He considered that for a moment. “Would you like me to slide my cock in your ass?”

Kate didn’t answer right away. She’d always been curious about anal sex, but had never trusted any of the other men she went out with enough to try it. But despite just meeting Dawson a few days ago, she trusted him more than any man she’d ever been with. And after all the other things they had done in bed, she instinctively knew it would be good with him.

She wet her lips and nodded.

He cupped her face in his hand, then bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. “I’ll be gentle with you, baby. I promise.”

She reached up to cover his hand with hers. “I know you will be.”

He kissed her again. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Pulse racing, Kate did as he told her. Behind her, she heard Dawson open the drawer to the bedside table and she glanced over her shoulder to see him taking out a condom and a tube of lubricant. She expected him to put on the condom, lube up, and slide in her ass, but instead he coated his finger with the clear jelly.

Even though she knew Dawson would be gentle, she couldn’t keep from tensing a little as he came up behind her. He must have sensed she was nervous because he soothingly ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her bottom. She immediately felt herself relax at his touch. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to push.

“I’m just going to tease you with my finger, sweetheart,” he said softly.

Kate let out a little moan as he slipped his lubed-up finger between her cheeks and lightly massaged the opening of her ass. She’d never thought of that area as being particularly erogenous, but what he was doing felt good and she found herself arching her back to lift her ass higher in the air.

Dawson slowly pushed his finger in her hole a little bit at a time. Even though it was pleasurable, Kate still stiffened and clenched her muscles around his finger. He stopped moving immediately.

“Relax,” Dawson coaxed softly.

She exhaled as she slowly unclenched her muscles. As she did so, he slid his finger in deeper, opening her wider. She automatically tightened her muscles again, but then quickly relaxed. Dawson kept his finger where it was for a moment, to let her get used to having something in her ass, she supposed, but then he gently began to move in and out of her.

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 else 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.

Although the chicken cordon bleu Rachel and Bob had decided on for dinner looked delicious, Kate was too busy having a good time with Dawson to pay much attention to what they were eating. She hadn’t even realized it was possible to fall for a guy as quickly as she’d fallen for Dawson, but as she listened to him give the toast, she realized he was the man she’d been searching for her whole life and this time, she hadn’t even been looking. Maybe that was why she’d found him.

Kate was still marveling at that as she and Dawson walked out to join the rest of the bridal party in the traditional first dance a little while later. As he took her in his arms and pulled her close, she discovered he was as talented on the dance floor as he was in the bedroom. But then she’d always thought dancing was a little like making love. All those rhythmic motions were quite erotic. And feeling his body move against hers as they danced was one very erotic experience.

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? It was her last chance to be with him. There would be time enough for tears on the ferry ride home tomorrow. Tonight at least, she was going to enjoy herself.

But that was easier said than done. Fortunately, Dawson didn’t seem to pick up on how quiet she’d gotten and Rachel was too busy being the blushing bride to notice. Or so Kate thought. Unfortunately, the other girl was still observant enough to realize Kate hadn’t gathered around with the rest of the single women when it was time to catch the bouquet.

“Kate!” she called. “Where are you, girl? Get over here!”

Kate groaned inwardly. Damn. She’d forgotten all about catching the bouquet. Considering the man she was in love with wanted nothing to do with her after their little weekend fling was over, she wasn’t really in the mood to take part in the silly tradition. But now that Rachel had singled her out, there was no way she could get out of it. Not that it mattered, she supposed. She never caught the stupid thing anyway.

She got to her feet. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

As Kate made her way to the center of the dance floor to join the other single women, the other bridesmaids clapped and cheered, as did the rest of the guests.

At all her other friends’ weddings, Kate always made sure she was front and center for the bouquet toss, desperate to get her hands on the darn thing, but this time, she purposely positioned herself at the back of the group, figuring there was less chance of catching it there. However, when Rachel threw the bouquet over her shoulder, it sailed over all the other women to land right in her hands like it was guided by GPS. How was that for ironic?

Around her, everyone clapped and cheered again, more loudly this time. Though her heart really wasn’t in it, she picked up her gown and gave the room a small smile and a curtsy all the same. As she straightened up, Rachel hurried over to wrap her in a big hug.

“Congratulations, future Mrs. McKenna,” her friend whispered in her ear.

Tears stung Kate’s eyes and she quickly blinked them back, not wanting the other girl to see. She even managed to give Rachel a smile when her friend pulled back to look at her. This was Rachel’s wedding day and she wasn’t going to do anything to bring her down. Luckily, Bob swooped in and whisked his wife away before Kate could reply.

“I think someone’s impatient to get his bride up to the honeymoon suite,” Dawson whispered in her ear.

Kate shivered as his warm breath tickled her cheek. She’d been so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn’t heard Dawson come up behind her. She took a deep breath, then turned to smile at him. “I think you’re right.”

“You know what that means.”

“What?”

He flashed her a sexy grin. “That you and I can finally be alone.”

Kate’s pulse fluttered at the promise in his eyes and she went up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “And you can ravish me just like you promised.”

As it turned out, it was another hour before Rachel and Bob left the reception, but once the bride and groom were gone, Kate and Dawson said good night to the rest of the wedding party and hurried upstairs. In his room, he took her in his arms and covered her mouth with his. She closed her eyes and melted against him, shutting out everything else as she kissed him back. If this was going to be her last night with Dawson, she wanted it to be perfect.

Letting out a groan, Dawson tore his mouth away to kiss his way down her neck to the curve of her shoulder as he reached around to undo the zipper on her dress. With his help, the straps slipped over her shoulders and the gown landed in a puddle of peach satin at her feet to leave her standing in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties of the same color. He took a step back to slowly look her up and down before he bent his head to kiss her again.

His mouth was hot and demanding on hers and Kate parted her lips with a moan as his fingers found the pins holding up her long hair and began removing them one by one. When he’d gotten all of them out and the tresses tumbled down her back, he slid his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, plunging his tongue into her mouth to take sweet possession of hers.

Still kissing her, Dawson ran his hands down her back to find the clasp of her bra. Opening it deftly, he slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, releasing her breasts from their confines. Kate waited breathlessly for him to cup them in his hands, but instead he hooked his fingers inside her panties and slowly pushed them down, then slipped off her high-heeled sandals. As he straightened, he ran his hands up her bare legs and over her hips to bury his hands in her hair and close his mouth over hers once again.

Kate grabbed onto the lapels of his tux, pulling him closer. Her nipples tingled where they brushed against his jacket, and she slid her hands inside to push it off his shoulders. She reached for his bowtie next, giving it a little tug before undoing the buttons on his shirt. She eagerly yanked it out of his waistband and would have reached for the zipper on his pants when he swung her up in his arms and gently set her down on the bed.

He stood gazing down at her, his gaze caressing her naked body with an intensity that made Kate catch her breath. No matter how many other men she took her clothes off for, she would never forget the way Dawson McKenna looked at her.

That thought brought a pang with it and tears suddenly clogged her throat. She swallowed hard, wondering how she was going to keep from losing it. Dammit. She didn’t want to spend their remaining night together crying. But Dawson didn’t seem to notice and she was relieved when he finally stripped off his shirt and pants so she could focus on his magnificent body instead of how much she was hurting inside.

Tossing the last of his clothes on the floor, Dawson climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. He braced himself on his forearms and teasingly rubbed the head of his cock up and down the lips of her pussy for one long delicious moment before slowly sliding inside.

Kate gasped, her arms and legs going around him to pull him in even deeper. Dawson mumbled something she couldn’t make out and before she could ask what it was, he bent his head to claim her lips in a searing kiss. She moaned against his mouth and tightened her arms around him, instinctively lifting her hips to meet his when he gently began to thrust.

Unlike the other times they’d made love, she didn’t beg him to go faster or take her harder. This time, she wanted to make it last all night if she could.

Dawson seemed to want the same thing, because he kept his thrusts slow and steady, sliding out until just the tip of his cock was inside her before sliding back in to completely bury his length in her pussy again. Then he would hold himself there, pressing so firmly she swore she was going to come just from the fullness of it.

But as much as she wanted it to, there was no way they could last all night. It just felt too good. When neither of them could hold off coming any longer and Dawson buried his face in the curve of her neck and exploded inside her, the orgasm that coursed through Kate was so powerful and so beautiful that it brought tears to her eyes. This time she didn’t try to stop them, but let them roll silently down her cheeks, hoping Dawson wouldn’t see them in the semi-darkness of the room.

Kate lost count of how many times she and Dawson made love after that first time. All she knew was that whenever they came down from their passionate high, they would reach for each other and do it all over again until they finally both fell into an exhausted sleep.

Chapter Six

Leaving Dawson the next morning was the hardest thing Kate ever did in her life. Which was why she took the coward’s way out and decided to leave before he woke up. No matter how much she hated herself for doing it, she simply couldn’t trust herself to say goodbye to him without bursting into tears. She was on the verge even now. And that would completely ruin everything.

Swallowing hard, she tore her gaze away from the handsome man sleeping soundly beside her and carefully slipped out of bed. Tiptoeing across the room, she picked up her bra and panties from where they lay on top of her dress and put them on, then stepped into the satin gown and zipped it up as quietly as she could. She bent down to pick up her shoes next, but then hesitated as a twinge of guilt assailed her. While this thing she had with Dawson might just be a weekend fling, it wasn’t right to just leave without a word. She should at least leave him a note.

Forgetting about her shoes for the moment, she padded over to the desk. Behind her, Dawson stirred in bed and she threw a nervous glance over her shoulder. Getting caught sneaking out of his room would require more explanation than she could give without crying. But to her relief, he was still asleep.

Breathing a soft sigh, Kate took out a piece of hotel stationery and picked up a pen, but then hesitated again. What did a girl say to a guy like Dawson? Words didn’t seem enough, so in the end, she kept it simple.

Dawson,

Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my life.

Kate

She stared at the paper for a moment, then let out a sigh. Putting it in an envelope, she wrote Dawson ’s name on the front, then walked over to the bed and placed it on the pillow beside his, careful not to disturb him. Fighting the urge to bend over and give him one last kiss, she picked up her shoes and the bridal bouquet she’d caught from Rachel the night before and quietly slipped out of the room.

Kate hurried down the hall to her room, tears blurring her vision. Her chest hurt so much she could barely breathe and once inside, she had to lean against the door to steady herself. Dear God, it felt like her heart was actually breaking.

Choking back a sob, she took off her gown and carelessly stuffed it into her suitcase along with the rest of her clothes, then changed into fresh underwear before putting on jeans and a T-shirt. After that, she grabbed her stuff from the bathroom and shoved everything haphazardly into her toiletry bag. Later, she would probably regret packing so hastily, but right now, all she wanted to do was get out of there. She didn’t even take the time to redo her makeup or brush her hair, but just ran her fingers through its long length on her way to the door.

Hand on the knob, Kate turned back and gave the room a quick look to see if she’d forgotten anything when her gaze settled on the bridal bouquet she’d tossed on the bed. Her first instinct was to leave the damn thing, but for some reason, she found herself snatching it off the bed to take it home.

Fortunately, the rest of the hotel was still asleep at that time of morning, so Kate didn’t encounter anyone on her way down to the lobby. The desk clerk seemed a little surprised she was checking out so early, but made no comment other than to tell her to have a nice day. As she pulled out of the parking lot a little while later, she berated herself for not checking the ferry schedule before she left, but to her relief, it was still at the dock when she got to the marina. Parking her car on board, she got out and went up to take a seat in the enclosed deck.

Since the ferry wasn’t due to leave for Anacortes for almost half an hour, Kate had a lot of time to wonder if she’d done the right thing by leaving. What if she’d been wrong about Dawson? What if he was the kind of guy who was open to a long-term relationship? She was thinking maybe she should go back when the ferry pulled away from the dock.

Her heart sank. Well, it was too late now. It was probably for the best anyway.

Letting out a sigh, Kate walked outside to stand at the railing. No one else was out there, so she could be alone with her thoughts and as she watched San Juan Island retreat in the distance, she blinked back fresh tears. She wondered if Dawson had read her note yet. Did he regret their parting as much as she did? The idea that he might just shrug and toss her letter in the trash hurt almost as much as leaving him and she swallowed hard.

Kate was so lost in her own misery she didn’t even know someone had come out on deck until they were standing right beside her. Confused and a little annoyed that another passenger had to invade her space when there was a whole deck to make use of, she turned her head to see who it was, only to gasp in surprise when she realized it was Dawson.

At first, she thought she was imagining him, that her mind had somehow conjured up his jean-clad form to torture her even more, but when his beautiful brown eyes met hers, she knew for a certainty he was really there. His hair was tousled as if he’d just run his hand through it, and he was breathing hard, too, like he’d been running.

“ Dawson,” she breathed. “What are you doing here? I-I mean, I thought you’d be taking a later ferry.”

“I was, but then I woke up and found your note and…” He shook his head as if searching for the right words. “God, this is really awkward. I don’t even know if I should have followed you. But I just knew I’d be kicking myself for the rest of my life if I let you go without telling you how I feel. So, when I discovered you’d checked out of the hotel, I decided to come after you.”

Kate’s heart seemed to stop in her chest. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“Look Kate, if my chasing after you like this makes you uncomfortable, then I’m sorry. I know we both agreed to hook up for the weekend and that it was just supposed to be about the sex, but it ended up being more than that for me. I didn’t plan on falling for you, but somewhere between making love to you that first night, having dinner on the balcony off my room, and dancing with you at the wedding reception last night, I did fall for you. Hard.” He reached out to gently cup her face in his hand. “What I’m trying to say is that I’d really like to keep seeing you when we get back to Seattle. I want to see where this thing between us can go. I hope you feel the same.”

She gazed up at him, too stunned to do anything but stand there.

The corner of his mouth edged up. “When I practiced this whole speech in my head as I was hauling ass to catch the ferry, I imagined you saying something encouraging at about this point in the conversation.”

Kate blushed. She opened her mouth to tell him she did feel the same way, but nothing would come out. Deciding to just show him how she felt instead, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. That must have been good enough for Dawson because he kissed her back with a passion that left her breathless.

“I take it that means you’re okay with us continuing to see each other,” he teased when he lifted his head.

She laughed. “Okay with it? Dawson, it’s what I wanted since the first night we slept together.”

His brow furrowed. “Then why did you leave?”

She gave him a sheepish look. “Because I wasn’t sure you’d feel the same. And because I wasn’t as brave as you are. If you’d been the one who left, I would never have had the courage to come after you.”

He reached up to gently brush her hair back from her face, his mouth quirking. “I didn’t stop to think about being brave when I decided to come after you. I just knew if I didn’t, I’d be making the biggest mistake of my life.”

She kissed him again. “Well, I’m glad you did. It’s just good you were able to make the ferry before it left. You must have checked out of the hotel in record time.”

“Speaking of that, I’m going to have to turn around and go back to San Juan Island when we get to Anacortes.”

It was her turn to frown. “Why?”

“Because I was in such a hurry to catch you before you left I didn’t check out of my room. Actually, I didn’t even bother to take any of my stuff.”

She shook her head in amusement. “No problem. I’ll go back with you.”

His eyes darkened with a look she was coming to recognize. “You know, I don’t have to be out of the room until noon. If we get back in time, we might be able to slip in a quickie.”

Her pussy tingled at the suggestion and she let out a little moan as she went up on tiptoe to kiss him again. “And what if I can’t wait until we get back to your room?”

He chuckled. “Well, then I suppose we’ll just have to find someplace on the ferry to make do until we get back.”

She shivered with anticipation. That added a whole new meaning to the phrase love boat. “What do you suggest?”

He took both her hands in his and started backing toward the door that led inside. “Ever make love in a storage room on a ferry?”

She laughed. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t.”

Dawson gave her a wolfish grin. “Me, either. Let’s go find one and try it out.”

Kate couldn’t follow fast enough.

About the Author

Paige Tyler is a full-time, multi-published, award-winning writer of erotic romance. She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband!) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their easygoing dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-for-anything-but-food cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, doing Pilates, going to the beach, watching Pro football and vacationing with her husband at Disney. She loves writing about strong, sexy alpha males and feisty, independent heroines. All her books have romance, adventure, humor and, of course, lots of smokin’-hot sex!

Paige welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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Content

Paige Tyler
Mr. Right-now

Trademarks Acknowledgement

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author