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
