Mr. Right-Now

by Paige Tyler

  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 ju
st 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 aga
in. “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.”