Chapter Eight
Dawson
Evie’s dark hair was in a tangle against the white pillows, her lips plump and puffy from our kisses, and her skin glistening as she looked at me. No matter how desperately I wanted her, I meant what I said. If she called it off now, I would stop.
Thank f**k she didn’t change her mind, though, because I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything. I didn’t know what this was between us, but it was something I’d never felt before.
I loved women, I loved s*x, and I loved having fun.
Yet this? This thing with Evie was beyond my control and well beyond the horizons of my experience. The only thing keeping me leashed to reality was the pleasure I gave her.
The kind of discipline I needed with her was different. Usually, I enjoyed the chase, but I never lost control
