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“So you blindfolding me and stripping me naked is all about romance?”
“Yes, it is.” He slides my panties off slowly, then he takes my hand and leads me to a room with a cold hard floor.
“Dawson, I wa
He responds with a kiss, runs his hands gently up my back, and then pulls off the blindfold.
I’m standing in a gorgeous creamy marble bathroom. There’s a big tub raised on a pedestal in the center of the room, surrounded by columns. The tub is filled with water and rose petals and there are unlit candles all over the vanity.
“I couldn’t build you a bath tub, so I decided to rent you one.”
I’m in shock. Shocked that he would do this.
“It smells amazing in here.”
“It’s the roses.” He points to a bouquet of red roses.
“They're gorgeous.”
“Get in the tub,” he says. So, of course, I do.
He walks over to the counter and lights the candles. Then he watches me lean back in the tub.
“Aren’t you getting in?”
He grins. “Nope. This is so you can relax.”
“This is amazing, Dawes, really.”
I take in the warmth of the water and the rose scent and feel myself instantly relax.
“What are you go
“Just watch some football.”
“You’re really not getting in with me?”
He grins. “Nope. You said you like to relax alone.”
You’re not playing fair.
5:30pm
I lie in the tub for well over an hour. The water gets cold, so I drain a little out and add some more hot water.
Dawson peeks his head around the corner of the door. “How are we doing?”
“Dawes, oh my gosh. This is amazing. Seriously. I can’t believe you did this for me. Do you ever take baths?”
He laughs. “I don’t think I’ve taken a bath since I was little. How long do your baths usually last?”
“At least an hour, if I can, but I might have to go longer on this one. You really aren’t joining me?”
“Maybe later. I brought bubble bath. Do you want some?”
“Yes!!”
He disappears from the doorway then comes back with a bottle of bubbles. He heads back to watch football, while I drain most of the water out, add about a fourth of the bottle and fill the tub back up.
The bubbles are about six inches deep. It’s awesome.
I close my eyes and relax some more.
And maybe possibly fell asleep. I wake up chilly with no bubbles.
I decide to get out of the tub—since my fingers resemble prunes—wrap myself in a fluffy white towel, and walk into the bedroom. Dawson is sprawled out across a big bed watching TV.
“Finally had enough?”
“I think I fell asleep. I’m very relaxed.”
“And I’m very starved. Let’s order di
Shit. Di
“What time is it?”
“A little after seven.”
“Shit. What did I do with my phone?”
He holds it up. “It’s here.”
I look around the bedroom, look out the door, and see a living room, dining area, and bar. “Dawson, this is a suite.”
“It had the best bathtub I could find.”
“I was supposed to tutor Aiden.”
“Yeah. I saw. He’s maybe texted you a few hundred times.”
He slides off the bed, walks up to me, kisses me, and then takes off his shirt.
Damn. He is so freaking sexy.
“You’re not playing fair,” I tell him.
“All’s fair in love and war.” He gives me a sexy-ass smile. One I can feel down to my toes.
Okay, halfway to my toes.
“Why don’t you order food and I’ll deal with my phone.”
5:09: Aiden: Waiting in the library.
5:16: Aiden: Where are you?
5:27: Aiden: I thought we were doing tutoring after your meeting.
5:34: Aiden: Peyton said you weren’t at the meeting. You okay? Are you sick or something?
6:04: Aiden: Please text me back . . .
I text A
Me: I think you’re supposed to be back by now. My French homework is done if you want to borrow it. I was supposed to tutor Aiden tonight, but I’m off campus and won’t be back until tomorrow morning. So if he needs help, maybe you can help him?
A
Me: I’m fine. Just off campus. How did the party go!?
A
Me: What?
A
Me: OMG! A
A
I fire off a quick text to Katie, so she knows I won’t be home tonight. Then I text Aiden.
Me: I’m fine. Just went off campus. A
I hit send then quickly turn my phone off. I know he’s going to ask me why I went off campus and I don’t want to answer that question.
Because I don’t know the answer.
I never expected Dawson to do something like this. I look back inside the bathroom at the tub surrounded by candlelight and roses and wonder if it really is just about sex. Because right now, it doesn’t feel like it.
Dawson comes back in the bedroom.
I let my towel drop to the floor and say, “So you and me in a hotel room for the next twelve hours. You pla
“I’d rather turn you on.” He touches my leg, so I lean in a little closer. “Hey, you’re getting me all wet!” he says.
I give him my most seductive look and coo, “It’s only fair. You get me wet.”
My comment hangs there for a minute. He stares at me, desire filling up his eyes, and then he pulls me down on the bed with him.
I’m unbuttoning his jeans when there’s a knock on the door.
“That must be room service. Why don’t you put on a robe and I’ll get the door.”
I decide not to get a robe.
I hear everything getting set up on the dining room table and then the door closing again.
Dawson calls out, “Di
I walk out into the dining room buck-naked.
Dawson is standing at the dining table, pulling silver lids off our plates.
I sit down.
Put a napkin across my lap.
Grab a roll. Take a teeny bite. Smile at him.
He’s frozen, staring at me.
I raise my eyebrows at him and shrug my shoulders. “Guess I finally feel comfortable enough to eat naked. Maybe you should be naked too.”
He holds my gaze while he strips off his pants.
I take another bite of my roll. Smirk at him. Wait for him to attack me.
But instead, he sits down.
For a second, I feel disappointed.
But he stands back up quickly, scoops me up out of the chair, drops me on the couch, and pounces on top of me.
The second our lips meet it’s frantic.
I kiss him deeply, like I’m starved for him. It’s only been about 48 hours since our Greek day romp in his room, but it feels like weeks. I kiss him. Kiss his chest, his neck, but then back to his lips. I can’t seem to kiss him deeply enough.
When I can’t take it anymore, I arch myself toward what I really want.
Then I’m overcome with feelings. Feelings of lust, of passion, of desire, of how could it get better than this, of don’t stop, of just do it a little harder, of that was amazing.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe out.
“We’re amazing together, Keatie. Don’t forget that.”
Monday, October 24th
Seriously insatiable.
7:07am
I manage to roll into the Social Committee meeting, Red Bull in hand, at 7:07, which is a feat of unparalleled proportions, as Dawson is seriously insatiable. And while I’m feeling quite relaxed, it’s safe to assume I didn’t get much sleep, for the aforementioned reason. Peyton and Whitney drone on about the Greek weekend’s success, what worked and what didn’t, while I do my best to stay awake and not to look at Aiden.