Wanting My Assistant

Chapter 36

  The city is so beautiful at night. The way the lights come on, the stars barely coming through the tall buildings surrounding us. Everything blurs as we drive by, heading to a part of the city that I truly haven't visited yet. The radio is playing softly in the background as my eyes keep slipping over to Dawson's form. I can't help but bite my lip as he flexes his hand along the steering wheel.

   My heart is racing in my chest and my hands are sweaty. The nerves jittering around in my stomach definitely don't help. Each breath I take gives me the best smell of Dawson's scent and I want to bury myself into him, lick each muscle on his body. Explore that tattoo.

   Ever since he fired me at the office to ask me on a date, my body has been burning. A need for his touch. His lips.

   The wants that I've tried to suppress rising. Thoughts that shouldn't be aloud, but make me feel hot instead. Maybe it was just the office job that was making me force myself to hold back.

   But there is a little voice in my head telling me that I'm not good enough for him. My eyes find Dawson's form again. His white button up shirt doing the same thing as always and showing off every muscle on his body. His left hand grips the steering wheel, his veins bulging and making me even more hotter than before. His stubble is all trimmed up neatly and he runs a quick hand through his dark oak brown hair. It falls back over his forehead slightly, but the was his eyes are focused on the road with his jaw locked, makes him undeniably sexy. The way he sits allows him to stretch his legs out slightly and my eyes fall to the tent in his pants. Does he want me? Does he think of this too? His left hand is resting on the consul, the only thing separating me from him. Thank god for this consul. Otherwise, I'd probably wear my patience thin and start kissing on him. That would be dangerous while he's driving. Dawson comes to a stop at a red light and turns his head towards me, his eyes meet mine. Heated. A burning want hidden in the depths of his blood red eyes. I clench my thighs together and divert my eyes out the windshield.

   A possessive touch of his hand as it drifts along my thigh makes my lungs suck in a sharp breath of air. My eyes drift down to see his large, veiny hand stretching out along the skin of my thigh. He must get that I like his hand there, because he clamps his hand down onto my thigh, gripping the skin in his hands in the most possessive touch I've ever felt. Heat pools in my body and I want to tease him. So badly.

   But I can't.

   The light turns green and Dawson takes an easy left turn before heading down a long open street. A bridge connects the open road to the other piece of land on the other side. "You live out of the city?" I ask and even my voice sounds needy. Dawson rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek and my eyes widen. Fuck. He's not making this any easier for me. "Yes." Oh. Oh god. His voice is so low it makes my thighs clench again. He groans lowly, giving me a hungry look before turning back to the road, his fingers digging into the skin of my thigh.

He is a billionaire. He can live where ever he wants.

We sit in silence for a good ten minutes before he takes another left turn down a dead end street. I glance over to see Dawson's jaw twitching slightly, the muscles in his neck jumping with the strain. My eyes jump down to the tent in his pants which seems to have grown larger. Heat burns in my body and Dawson's thumb swipes around my bare skin. It sends a shiver down my spine, causing goosebumps to spread along my body.

"You respond so well to my touch, darling." He rasps, a gravelly, deep note to his voice. I chew on my bottom lip, meeting his hot eyes for a moment. Pleasure wells in my chest as he carefully pushes my clenched thighs apart and his fingers brush over the sensitive skin of the inside of my thigh. My body trembles slightly and I swallow sharply, my mouth dry.