Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance by Kate Dawes, Ava Catori
Authors: Kate Dawes, Ava Catori
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stroked her cheek, ran my hands through her hair, and then slid my thumb over her bottom lip, before pressing my tongue back into her mouth.
Fuck. I hadn’t had sex in four months. I came to see Dawn with no plans, expecting only tension and awkwardness, but nothing like this. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to think.
Dawn’s hands roamed around my belt, then underneath my shirt. Her hands slid from my stomach up to my chest.
“Dawn,” I said, our mouths still feverishly going at each other’s. I lifted my hand, trying to stop her. “Wait.”
But before I could get her to stop—Jesus, she was on fire with lust—she had lifted the front of my shirt up, exposing my chest, and I saw the confusion wash over her reddened face turn to disbelief.
Chapter 10 – Dawn
I couldn’t look away from the tattoo. I recognized it immediately. It was like a horrible dream; the worst nightmare I’d ever had. My stomach lurched.
He’d tried to stop me as I pulled up his shirt, but I kept going. The first thing that popped into my mind was that he was going to give me a line like: Are you sure you want to do this?
Yet, there was no way he couldn’t read my body language—how insanely I was going at him—that yes, I was sure I wanted to do this.
My heart lodged in my throat as my eyes drifted up from the tattoo to his face. I was trying to make sense of it all, to comprehend the fact that I’d seen it before. I knew exactly where, exactly when.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to tell you,” he said.
I inhaled deeply and scrunched up my face, almost a contorted expression of disbelief. I wanted to deny what I knew full and clear. It was him. I shot out, “What were you trying to tell me?”
“I should have mentioned it, said something…” he trailed off. His voice was a hoarse whisper. Still inches apart, the look between us took on new meaning.
“Did you know? You knew, didn’t you? You knew it was me all along?” I spat out in disgust.
He put his hand on my arm, but I pushed it away.
“You used me,” I accused.
He couldn’t seem to find his voice. Finally, “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” I ducked around him, backing down the hall a few steps, putting some much-needed space between us. “You knew it was me at the club, and you’re just now getting around to telling me?”
He was silent.
Torn between sadness, disappointment, and rage, I shook my head. “No. Just, no.” Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
He offered his apology again, as if that would be enough. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “You can’t just say you’re sorry about something like that. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He leaned against the wall and straightened out his t-shirt that I’d done a pretty good job of wrinkling and twisting in my fingers.
“Let me explain.”
“Yeah, sure, that will make it all better,” I answered sarcastically.
He stood straighter, gathering the will to tell me. “What happened that night…that’s the only reason I didn’t text you back or return your calls. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how or when. Look, I didn’t come here tonight planning for any of this to happen. It just did.”
“I’m so fucking embarrassed.” I spun around, not wanting to face him.
“You don’t need to be. We were both there caught up in the moment,” he said. “And I tried to say something, right before you lifted my shirt.”
“So, it’s my fault?” I spat out. I was seething mad.
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
I lowered my voice. “That sounds exactly like what you’re saying.”
“I don’t know what else to say, Dawn. I’m sorry.”
My body was tense. My nerves burned. Frustration pulsed through my veins. The pure lust I’d felt with him morphed into anger and embarrassment. Not a good feeling.
My head was on fire. I put my hand to my face, then to my forehead. I looked down at the floor. I looked at the wall. I
Fuck. I hadn’t had sex in four months. I came to see Dawn with no plans, expecting only tension and awkwardness, but nothing like this. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to think.
Dawn’s hands roamed around my belt, then underneath my shirt. Her hands slid from my stomach up to my chest.
“Dawn,” I said, our mouths still feverishly going at each other’s. I lifted my hand, trying to stop her. “Wait.”
But before I could get her to stop—Jesus, she was on fire with lust—she had lifted the front of my shirt up, exposing my chest, and I saw the confusion wash over her reddened face turn to disbelief.
Chapter 10 – Dawn
I couldn’t look away from the tattoo. I recognized it immediately. It was like a horrible dream; the worst nightmare I’d ever had. My stomach lurched.
He’d tried to stop me as I pulled up his shirt, but I kept going. The first thing that popped into my mind was that he was going to give me a line like: Are you sure you want to do this?
Yet, there was no way he couldn’t read my body language—how insanely I was going at him—that yes, I was sure I wanted to do this.
My heart lodged in my throat as my eyes drifted up from the tattoo to his face. I was trying to make sense of it all, to comprehend the fact that I’d seen it before. I knew exactly where, exactly when.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to tell you,” he said.
I inhaled deeply and scrunched up my face, almost a contorted expression of disbelief. I wanted to deny what I knew full and clear. It was him. I shot out, “What were you trying to tell me?”
“I should have mentioned it, said something…” he trailed off. His voice was a hoarse whisper. Still inches apart, the look between us took on new meaning.
“Did you know? You knew, didn’t you? You knew it was me all along?” I spat out in disgust.
He put his hand on my arm, but I pushed it away.
“You used me,” I accused.
He couldn’t seem to find his voice. Finally, “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” I ducked around him, backing down the hall a few steps, putting some much-needed space between us. “You knew it was me at the club, and you’re just now getting around to telling me?”
He was silent.
Torn between sadness, disappointment, and rage, I shook my head. “No. Just, no.” Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
He offered his apology again, as if that would be enough. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “You can’t just say you’re sorry about something like that. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He leaned against the wall and straightened out his t-shirt that I’d done a pretty good job of wrinkling and twisting in my fingers.
“Let me explain.”
“Yeah, sure, that will make it all better,” I answered sarcastically.
He stood straighter, gathering the will to tell me. “What happened that night…that’s the only reason I didn’t text you back or return your calls. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how or when. Look, I didn’t come here tonight planning for any of this to happen. It just did.”
“I’m so fucking embarrassed.” I spun around, not wanting to face him.
“You don’t need to be. We were both there caught up in the moment,” he said. “And I tried to say something, right before you lifted my shirt.”
“So, it’s my fault?” I spat out. I was seething mad.
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
I lowered my voice. “That sounds exactly like what you’re saying.”
“I don’t know what else to say, Dawn. I’m sorry.”
My body was tense. My nerves burned. Frustration pulsed through my veins. The pure lust I’d felt with him morphed into anger and embarrassment. Not a good feeling.
My head was on fire. I put my hand to my face, then to my forehead. I looked down at the floor. I looked at the wall. I
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