Free Dawson's Fall (Welcome to Covendale #5) by Morgan Blaze Page A

desperate sound, almost a sob, and went back to kissing her.
    The things he did to her, the feelings invoked by his touch, made her frantic. God, she wanted this. And she’d never admitted it before, not even to herself. He was a Dawson, and she was supposed to hate him.
    But it was too late for second thoughts now. Too late for anything but surrender to the explosive passion building inside her.
    He’d stripped her down to bra and panties, and she reached for his jeans. He shuddered as her fingers brushed the firm bulge of his cock, flinched when she popped the button free. With a snarl of impatience, he finished the job and covered her body with his. “Let me in,” he panted, his hand gripping the curve of her ass, easing her panties down. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
    She couldn’t help a teasing smile. “Five minutes?”
    “Years.”
    The single word hit her hard. “Years?” she whispered.
    “Eight of them.” She felt him tremble as he struggled to restrain himself. “That’s a long damned time to wait.”
    “Yes, it is,” she managed, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. All this time she figured he’d forgotten her, and her coming back had triggered the old grudge match. She’d never really stopped thinking about him—but she didn’t even consider he might have felt the same.
    If it was true, this changed everything.
    “Aubrey, please,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t…”
    Hearing him say her name shattered every doubt. “Then don’t,” she said. “No more waiting.”
    He groaned, and slipped into her.
    A gasp tore itself from her throat. She was already wet and throbbing, and his cock filling her was impossibly delicious. She arched against him, hungry for his thick, hot length, and he obliged by driving deeper.
    She clung to his back as he rocked in and out. He seemed to savor every sensation—touching every part of her, his tongue tasting her mouth and tantalizing her nipples until she cried out with pleasure. And when she tightened around his cock, he let out a rasping shout and pumped faster.
    She came just before he did, screaming his name and digging her nails into his heaving back. Eyes closed, teeth clenched, he thrust a final time and shivered into stillness.
    She couldn’t move if she wanted to. Apparently she hadn’t really had orgasms before now, because she’d never felt anything like that. Her entire body tingled with aftershocks, and the warm weight of him against her kept the sensations alive.
    Eventually he shifted and pushed himself up, leaving her shivering in the absence of his heat. He stared at her for a long time without a word. Finally, he sighed and moved away completely.
    “Mark?”
    Nothing.
    The silence stung. She sat up slowly, willing him to look at her. “Please say something.”
    His jaw twitched. “I can’t.”
    “You can’t what?”
    He faced her with a blazing expression. “I can’t do this. You and me? It can’t happen. Christ, why did I ever think—” His shoulders fell. “This was a mistake.”
    He might as well have punched her in the gut.
    “A mistake,” she said, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. “Whoops, I accidently had sex with you. Is that what this was?”
    “Something like that.”
    He looked away again, and sick fury welled in her gut. “You did this to make me quit,” she said. “Didn’t you?”
    His eyes closed. After an eternity, he said, “Is it working?”
    “You son of a bitch.”
    He winced. “What did you expect?” he said in strained tones. “I’m a Dawson.”
    “Remember earlier, when I said I don’t hate you? I lied.” She stood and dressed as fast as she could. “I’ve always hated you. And I was just horny, so thanks for scratching my itch. Your services are no longer required.”
    He turned a dead stare on her. “Same here, sweetheart.”
    “You know what? I don’t care if you lose your business. I was hired, and I’m not quitting.” God, why did this have to hurt so