When we finally make it to Dawson's apartment, I'm not even given the chance to look around because I am immediately shoved up against the door. I wince involuntarily and a gasp dissipates from my lungs but is avidly muffled when Dawson's lips come crashing down onto mine, devouring me mercilessly. His hands are gripping my waist securely, pinning me into place between his rock-hard body and the grooved wood behind me.
My hands are gripping relentlessly to his inked arms for better leverage, steadying myself as a sudden rush of adrenaline courses through my body causing my knees to go weak. I slowly move my hands down to grasp at the hem of his shirt, yanking it up impatiently - forcing Dawson to break away from the kiss, allowing me to remove it in one swift motion. My fingers tangle thr
