I did sleep well, other than that haunting dream about my mother leaving her children to be with some man, obviously with more money than my dad had. I felt strange about the dream. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but it was almost like a clue for some odd reason.
We spent the next day at the expo again. Star’s all natural sleeping aid once again helped. I was too happy to have nightmares about my past. We had such a great day that it made it almost impossible.
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I could not wait to land that plane. I even asked the stewardess if she could tell the pilot to speed up a little. I missed Dawson so much, and couldn’t wait to see him. I don’t know what my hurry was. We landed at eleven in the morning. I wouldn’t see him until he got off work at four.
I couldn’t wait. As soon as Star dropped me off at my door, I tossed my belongings inside the door and headed back into town.
“You have a really hard job,” I said, seeing him looking oh so fine in his uniform with his feet propped up on his desk. He almost knocked over his cup of coffee when he abruptly sat up with a smile. I loved that smile.
“Welp, guess I better go catch me some bad guys,”
his Deputy Matt said, excusing himself.
Dawson had me in his arms in a split second.
“Don’t you ever leave me like that again,” he demanded, kissing me. I mean really kissing me. My arousal went from zero to eighty in two point seven seconds.
I was panting, and his hands seemed to be magical, causing sensations to places that he wasn’t even touching.
He let me go rather quickly.
“Your house or mine?” he asked, retrieving his cellphone.
I didn’t have time to answer before he was on the phone with Matt, telling him to get back there because he was taking the rest of the day off.
I followed him to his house and had to laugh when he accidentally hit the siren on his cruiser trying to get out of the car.
I was twenty five years old, and it was the first time ever in my life that I felt passion. I wanted Dawson more at that moment than I ever wanted anything in my life.
It was also the first time that Drew had stayed out of our sex life. It was the first time that Dawson had ever gone down on me, actually it was the first time that anyone had gone down on me. Wow. That’s a lot of firsts. Drew wasn’t into pleasing me. He was into pleasing himself.
Dawson walked me backwards toward his bedroom, never letting the contact of our lips break. He had my long flowing sundress around my hips and was thumbing off my panties. I didn’t take any of my clothes off except for the panties. He backed me up until the bed stopped me and I pulled myself back with my elbows.
After he pulled my shirt above my breasts, I watched him hastily undress himself. He raised my knees and kissed my stomach while his hands caressed the satin on my bra. I wasn’t used to that either. Drew just demanded that I spread my legs, and I did it. Dawson moved down and kissed me on the inside of my right thigh.
I thought I was going to come off the bed when he slid his finger into me. These were all new and foreign feelings for me. I didn’t know it could be this way. My emotions were instantly halted when I felt his tongue next.
It scared me at first, but he sensed it and softly laid his hand on my stomach forcing me to stay with him, promptly bringing me back to him and not Drew.
Never in my life had I felt anything like that. I came. I came hard and called out in loud, totally unbelievable agony. I hadn’t had time to regain my composure when Dawson came to me. He kissed me, another first. I never dreamed that tasting myself on his lips could have been so sensual. He rolled me over, and I took over the driving. My long skirt covered us, and he kept his hands under it, caressing and pulling my hips to him. My hands ran up his sexy as hell chest. I loved the hair on his chest. Drew had a bare chest, not that I ever touched it or anything.
I came twice. The second time wasn’t as intense as when he had brought me there with his mouth, but none the less, I did, and it was incredible. Dawson was right there with me and rolled me over. He frantically took me sending us both over the edge.
We both kind of laughed at our hungriness for each other.
“Damn, I love you,” he said, kissing my lips.
I was glad that Dawson loved me. I loved him, and couldn’t imagine not having him in my life.
Chapter 9
I was doing well, and I was so proud of myself. I slept every night in Dawson's arms, and my nightmares were becoming a thing of the past. My thoughts of Drew grew few and far between. I did it. I was happy in my small town practically living with my sheriff. I loved calling him my sheriff. I think he secretly liked it too, although he did tell me more than once that he had a name.
It was usually followed by a kiss though.