“Oh God, don’t stop,” Kate moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

His mouth quirked. Apparently, it wasn’t going to take all morning. Kate was like a firecracker with a very short fuse. All he had to do was light it and watch her go off.

Dawson tightened his grip on her ass and moved his tongue faster, licking her more firmly as he focused directly on her clit. Kate writhed beneath him, her hips undulating wildly, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she came.

He continued to lick her clit until he was sure he had coaxed every ounce of orgasm out of her, then he licked her some more. Only when she moaned and tugged gently at his hair, did he stop.

Giving her clit one more gentle flick with his tongue, he lifted his head to see her gazing down at him sleepily, her pretty green eyes half closed, full lips parted. He thought it just might be the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, Dawson leaned back and stripped off his pajama bottoms, then reached for a condom packet on the nightstand. He quickly sheathed his cock, then took Kate’s hand and gently tugged her onto his lap. She instinctively seemed to know what he was looking for because she straddled his legs and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft and wrapped her legs around his back.

Kate was tight and wet and ready for him, and Dawson let out a low, throaty groan of appreciation as her heat enveloped his cock. He’d never been with a woman who had a more perfect pussy.

She sighed and lifted her arms to drape them around his shoulders. He wrapped his own around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She arched against him and pulled him close as she began to slowly ride up and down on him. The sitting position he was in allowed his cock to go as deep as possible and each time she moved, she rotated her hips so that her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft. The sensation, along with her husky, little moans of pleasure, had him dangerously close to the edge and he had to focus all his efforts not to explode right then.

It didn’t help that Kate had started riding him faster. Dawson slid his hands down her back to cup her ass cheeks. But instead of slowing her down like he’d meant to do, he found himself urging her to move even faster.

She obeyed, bouncing up and down on him wildly. There was no holding back now even if he wanted to and the moment he heard Kate cry out that she was coming, it was like the dam holding his orgasm at bay burst. Dawson buried his face in the curve of her neck and let out a hoarse groan of release as he climaxed.

Dawson could have stayed like that all day, his arms wrapped around Kate, his cock nestled deep in her pussy, but to his dismay, she stirred a few minutes later and pulled back in his arms, her eyes wide.

“Oh no! We’re supposed to meet everyone out on the lawn at noon to play croquet.”

He groaned. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. “What time is it?”

“Ten ’til.”

“Then that gives us ten minutes to get down there.”

She looked at him as if he were insane. “I can’t get showered and dressed in ten minutes.”

He shrugged. “So we’ll be a little late.”

“Try a lot late.” She climbed off him and hopped off the bed. “And because we’re both going to be late, everyone will know we’ve spent the night together.”

Dawson frowned as he watched her grab her dress off the floor. “Is that a problem?”

She gave him an exasperated look as she slipped into the dress. “Yes! I mean, no! I mean…”

He got up and walked across the room to put his arms around her. “Look, just relax, okay? If you’d rather everyone not to know we’re sleeping together, I’ll get dressed and go downstairs ahead of you.”

Kate blinked up at him, her green eyes wide as if she was stunned by the suggestion. “No, of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you.”

His mouth twitched. “I’m glad to hear it. Then go get changed and I’ll meet you at your room in fifteen minutes.”

She went up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. “Make it twenty.”

Dawson chuckled as she slipped her feet into her shoes, then grabbed her bra and panties off the floor and shoved them into her purse. Knowing she was naked underneath that sexy little dress had his cock hardening all over again and it was all he could do not to say the hell with croquet and take her back to bed. But it was his best friend’s wedding. Besides, he and Kate had the whole weekend to make love.

Smiling at him over her shoulder, Kate picked up the half-eaten bowl of fruit from the bedside table and darted out the door.

Seeing Kate make off with the bowl of fruit reminded Dawson he hadn’t finished his pancakes, so he quickly wolfed down the rest of them, then went into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. As he stepped under the spray a few minutes later, he thought of how much more fun the mundane activity would be if Kate was there with him. Then again, maybe it was better she went to her own room to get ready because if she stayed to shower with him, they’d never make it downstairs.

Pushing the images of all the x-rated things he and Kate could be doing from his mind, Dawson ignored his hard-on and finished showering. When he was done, he quickly toweled off, then pulled on jeans and a T-shirt before heading to Kate’s room.

When she didn’t answer his knock right away, Dawson thought she might still be in the shower, but a moment later the door swung open. Kate had changed into a tank top and a short, flirty skirt that showed off her long legs, and he let his gaze linger on them appreciatively.

“You’re early!” she said.

His mouth quirked. “Only a few minutes. You look great.”

She lazily looked him up and down. “You look pretty good yourself.”

“Ready to go?”

“Almost. I just have to finish my makeup. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he said, but she was already hurrying into the bathroom.

Kate left the door ajar and as Dawson wandered across the room to stand by the fireplace, he caught a glimpse of her through the opening. As he watched, she leaned closer to the mirror to put on her lip gloss. He’d seen other women apply makeup, of course, but there was something unbelievably erotic about the way she ran the glossy pink applicator over her lips and he found himself fantasizing about having that shiny mouth wrapped around his cock. He stifled a groan as he felt his jeans tighten in the crotch.

Turning away from the bathroom, he walked over to the door leading out to the balcony and gazed out at the harbor. While he’d lived in the Seattle area his whole life, he’d never been to San Juan Island, but he had to admit it was beautiful. He’d heard there were some great places to kayak. He wondered if Kate liked to kayak. He’d have to remember to ask her.

When she walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later and announced she was ready to go, however, kayaking was the last thing on Dawson ’s mind. All he could think about was making love to Kate again.

Telling himself they’d better get out of there before he succumbed to the urge, Dawson gave Kate a smile and walked across the room to open the door for her.

When he and Kate walked out onto the back lawn a few minutes later, the croquet game was already in full swing. At their approach, Rachel and the other girls smiled broadly, as if they knew exactly why they were late.

“And where have you two been?” the bride asked, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

Color rushed to Kate’s cheeks. “I…um…we were…”

“It was my fault,” Dawson said when her voice trailed off. “I thought we were supposed to meet you on the front lawn of the hotel. Kate wanted to ask one of the staff where you were, but I insisted we were in the right place. Turns out I was wrong and she was right. You know guys. Never can ask for directions.”