The Baker's Dozen by Jessalyn Jameson

Author:Jessalyn Jameson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessalyn Jameson

Chapter Seven

Sophie

Acutely aware of the hard length of him pressing against my groin—and desperately wishing there weren’t layers of clothing between us—I push up onto my tiptoes and circle my arms around Dawson’s neck, desperate to be closer to him. He smells of musk and pine, a deeply sensual, inherently manly scent that curls into my senses and has the potential to drive me absolutely wild with need.

I look into his eyes, dark and dilated, the lust pouring out of them stoking my own.

He licks his lips, then leans forward and slants his mouth over mine in a searing kiss. Hard and unforgiving, his lips move against mine, urging me to open up to him.

I do so eagerly, moaning as his tongue strokes along the length of my own, then he snakes his arms around my waist, hauling me even tighter against his body. His beard scruff scrapes the skin around my mouth in a deliciously painful way as he deepens the kiss.

Already, I can’t get enough of Dawson, and I’m so fucking thankful I said yes tonight.

To Lisa.

To this man.

And to myself.

For the foreseeable future, I will be orchestrating another woman’s happily ever after; I deserve at least one night of selfish bliss before I embark on this journey. I’ve worked my ass off for The Baker’s Dozen. I deserve this.

One night of freedom, wild and uninhibited.

I drag my fingernails up his neck and tangle my hands in his thick brown hair, meeting each hungry stroke of his tongue with matching fervor until my legs become weak and my breathing is labored. Desire is a pool of liquid heat between my legs, and though I’m tempted to shove my skirt up around my waist and climb up into his arms right here in the hallway, I refrain.

Shit.

We’re still in the hallway.

I should care.

I arch my back and press my hips against him, seeking to relieve the pressure building between my legs, and he pulls back, breathing hard as he murmurs, “We’re about to make a scene.”

Heart racing, I nod, though I know I should care more about making a scene in a public place—with a total stranger.

“Cher,” he growls and the sound pumps a fresh flood of desire through my veins. He leans forward to claim my mouth in another crushing kiss.

When he pulls away a second time, his lips a deeper red from his attack on my mouth, my cheeks are raw, stinging from the way his beard scratched against the tender skin.

And I like it. I really do.

Reaching up between us, I trail my fingertips over his jawline. “I like the way this feels.”

Dawson’s eyes narrow for a brief moment. “You seem surprised.”

Lifting my gaze from the stubble beneath my fingertips to meet his intense stare, I struggle to find a response. I am surprised. But is that weird? I’m nearly thirty; shouldn’t I know what a beard feels like?

Because it feels… well, like nothing I imagined it would feel like. I certainly never imagined it could feel this good.

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