“You drive me completely crazy. You have me on the edge and I’m fully clothed and so are you.” The words come to me through panted breaths. I cry out with pure pleasure as Dean cups one hand over my breast and nips at the flesh of my neck with his teeth. Oh my. He’s going to do it again. It’s going to be over for me before it even starts.
“Maybe we should do something about that,” he says, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I lower my eyes to his so I can gauge his sincerity. “I think we should,” I tell him as I hook my arm around the back of his neck and pull him in for another fierce kiss. He struts down the short hall to my bedroom, and I murmur into his ear, “It’s about time. I don’t think I could’ve waited another minute.”
He loosens his grip on me when he steps inside my room. I slide down his body and he tugs on the waistline of my shorts pulling me against him. I can feel his arousal against my stomach and it turns me on even more if that’s possible. “As you can see, or feel,” he thrust his hips toward me, “it sure is about time.”
I stand on tip toes to plant a quick peck on his sweet lips. Then I step away and kick off my sandals, and he tosses his flips flops to the side. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. His eyes say it all. He wants me. And he wants me now. Without taking my eyes off him, I gather the hem of my top and pull it over my head. He releases a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I close the distance between us so I can rid him of his clothing. It’s my turn to sigh as his shirt, inch by slow seductive inch, rises up his abs, his chest, and over his head. The last time he was shirtless, at the resort, I didn’t spend enough time surveying his gorgeous body. “And you’re sexy as sin. Just looking at you makes me feel like I should go to confession.”
Dean chuckles as he works at the button on my shorts. Slowly, he slides them over my hips and lets them fall to the floor. I glance up at him with an arched brow and a smirk. He gathers me in a tight embrace, bends down and captures my lips with his. “When I’m with you,” he whispers against my cheek, “I’m in constant awe. You’re beautiful on the inside and out and I can’t believe you’ve chosen me.”
My hands find their way into the waist of his pants, and at first, I run my palms over his firm ass, but then I make quick work of unfastening his fly. I run my fingertips around to his sides and relieve him of his shorts and boxer briefs all at once. He inhales a swift breath and holds it as I take his impressive length into my hand. Dean buries his face into my neck as I slide my hand up and down his silky shaft with firm slow strokes.
Dean walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit my bed. I trace kisses across his chest, down his belly until I reach his erection. Dean’s grip tightens in my hair as I lick the length of his shaft from the base to the tip. I take him deep into my mouth until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I suck hard and slow as I back away from him. I just needed one quick taste of this delicious man. For now.
I fall back on to the bed and start to scoot toward the headboard. Dean follows, crawling his way until he’s stretched out on top of me, holding up his weight on his hands and knees. I reach down to touch him again and he sits back on his calves. “No.” He shakes his head. “You’re killing me. You can touch me all you want later, but right now I need to feel you.”
He bends over me, kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, with only the slight touch of his lips brushing against mine. Little by little, he works his mouth down the side of my neck to my chest, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin toward the cup of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps the front closure freeing my breasts for him to see. Instinctively, my hands move to cover myself. His gaze shifts upward until he’s staring directly at me. He gives me a trusting smile, raising his brows, moving up my body until our faces are inches apart. “Do you want to stop, sweetheart?” I shake my head. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I’d be happy with holding you and kissing you all night. We don’t need to do more than that.”
I have no idea why I slowed things down. It’s not like I don’t trust Dean. He’s twice the man compared to any other guy I’ve ever been with. He sees me for more than just my tits and ass. He sees me, the real me. And he likes me. Loves me even. So what am I worried about? I should be enjoying this moment rather than getting inside my own head and analyzing it.
“Thank you, Dean. I know you wouldn’t be angry if I changed my mind but maybe I just needed to hear it. I trust you. Completely.” I allow my arms to fall. I slide my bra straps down my shoulders and lift slightly to take it off completely. The entire time Dean keeps his eyes on mine. He gets it. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his brows rising again.
I take that moment to lift my hips and slide down my silk black panties. “Absolutely.” I lift Dean’s hand to my breast and my body responds immediately to his warmth. He’s still at first, but after I give him a smile he kisses me sweetly before bringing those magical lips to my plump breast. He sucks gently on my areola, but then drags my nipple between his teeth before it slips from his bite. I’m so hot and wet for him I can barely stand it so I take his hand again and this time slide it down until it’s settled between my thighs and cupping my center. “Dean, I’m ready. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He slides his fingers along my folds before sliding one inside my wet heat. “You’re more than ready.” I can barely breathe much less respond to him while he’s working wonders on my sex with his fingers and my breasts with his luscious mouth. I lift my hips, bucking against his hand, as I’m about to scream.
Breathless, I manage a pleading whimper, “Dean.”
He tugs on my nipple with his teeth again before bringing his face up to mine. “Sweetheart, there’s something I need to tell you first.”
Chapter 12
Summer
Oh my. Now?
He wants to tell me something now?
My cat’s not only purring for him, it was about to roar like a bleeping lioness. And he picks now as the time to get something off his chest. Please tell me it’s not an STD. Please tell me it’s not another woman. Oh my. Maybe he has some type of erectile dysfunction. He’s going to be like the ceramics teacher’s ex-boyfriend. Oh no. He’s on drugs. A recovering drug addict.
I cover my eyes with one of my hands and say, “Just tell me. Quick.”
He chuckles. “Look at me, Summer.” The low tenor of his voice makes me purr all over again. The man is all sex and skill. He could just exist in the same room as me and I’d go off like a bottle rocket. Just looking at him and imagining his experienced touch and his deep sounding whispers has me straddling the edge of an orgasm every time.
I peel my hand away and my gaze meets his.
“I know I haven’t said this since the night of the massage, but I want you to know that I meant what I said. I’ve fallen in love with you, sweetheart. I really have. I want you in my life. Not just now, but forever. You’ve captured my heart like no one else ever has. Actually, I’ve never wanted to give my heart to anyone until I met you.”
Through tear-filled eyes, I smile at him and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my, Dean, that’s it? I had every image of you with diseases and a limp penis running through my head. I can’t tell you how happy I am to put my mind to rest.”
His brows furrow. “That’s it?”
“Oh, honey,” I touch my palm to the side of his face, “I didn’t mean it that way. Hearing you say those things makes my heart overflow with love more than I ever knew it could. I’m so thankful I ran into you that night at the brewery. I knew there was something special about you. I could feel it as soon as our hands touched. It was like …”
“Fireworks,” he finishes my sentence.
“Exactly.” I press my lips to his mouth. “Now, for the love of all that is good in this world, will you please make love to me, Dean Michaels?”
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sp; He winces. Oh my. “Not yet.”
“What now?”
“There’s just one more thing.”
The images from before start flashing through my mind like a slide show of horror pictures. “What is it?”
“Summer,” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’m an Angels fan.”
For a split second, I’m thoroughly disgusted.
“Get out!” I shout, trying to keep a straight face. His brows furrow again and I can’t help smiling. “Just kidding,” I say before copping a feel of this amazingly stunning naked man on top of me. I nudge Dean off me and push him onto his back. It’s time to take matters into my own hands. I reach over him to my nightstand and pull a condom from the drawer. Then, I cross one of my legs over his hard body and straddle his thighs. I look down and can see that this position has brought him back to life. Grasping his hard length in my hands, I stroke him until he sucks in a breath and his eyes roll back. “You don’t play fair.” I shake my head at him, still working his erection. “Telling me something like that when I’m wet, hot, and bothered … and you’re hovering on top of me in all your naked glory.”
He reaches down and trails his fingers between my legs. “You don’t play fair either. You’re sitting on top of me, all wet, hot and bothered, with a condom in one hand and me in the other, and yet, we’re still talking.”
“Good point.” Without wasting another second, I have him fully sheathed and I’m positioned over him, his thick head poised at my entrance. My gaze meets his and I feel completely intoxicated by his love. Without breaking our stare, slowly, I lower myself onto him. Taking him in, inch by hot inch, my muscles tighten around him and my body pulses with heated pleasure. When I’ve taken him in completely, I begin rocking back and forth, rolling my hips into him, and matching Dean’s pace thrust for thrust. His fingers dig into my hips as we move together, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I’m out of breath and I scream out his name as my muscles contract around him. He comes right along with me, gripping me tighter and holding me still until he shudders one last time.
I could truly faint from the overwhelming pleasure and joy bursting through me. And by the intense expression on Dean’s face, he could too.
While our bodies were joined, I didn’t take my eyes off him once, and I still haven’t. He smiles faintly, more with his glazed over eyes than with the upward curve of his mouth. My own eyes start to sting with emotion as I try to steady my breaths. Dean is trying hard to recover too. Sliding my hands across his damp skin, I can feel the rapid beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest under my palms.
Dean reaches up and pulls me down into his embrace. His arms encircle my body and his face nuzzles into my neck while my long hair falls over his shoulders. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. I just know. This is what it feels like to be loved. The way Dean looks at me, like I’m special, a treasure to him. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in his touch. Hear it in his words. His love wraps around me and hugs me tight and it’s like something I could have never imagined. But something that I’ve always craved and didn’t realize it until he showed me what it’s like.
And now that I have it … I’m never letting go.
I awake snuggled up to Dean, my back to his front. He’s trailing his fingertips slowly up and down my bare arm. When he notices I’m awake, he wraps his strong arms around me and squeezes, pulling me closer to his hard body. He kisses my shoulder and then my cheek. I try turning my face so I see him, but Dean just curls up closer and rests his cheek against mine.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Should we get up? Or should we stay in bed all day?”
“Hmm.” Hearing his sexy rumble so early in the morning does wonderful things to my senses. I shiver just thinking about the things I’d like to do if we stayed in bed for the rest of the day.
“Are you cold?” He pulls the bedspread over my arms.
“The opposite, actually.” Turning my neck again, this time I sneak a kiss to the stubble along his jawline. “You’re making me hot whispering in my ear. Not to mention we’re both naked and I’m getting poked in the tush.”
He laughs softly. “Poked, huh?” He lowers his hand and grips my hip, pulling me toward him as he thrusts his growing erection against my ass. “That doesn’t sound very flattering.”
“Jammed? Banged?” I chuckle. “How about pummeled?”
“Pummeled sounds dangerous. How about we not put a word to it and we let our bodies do the talking?” Dean traces the path from my hip down the V to my center. I’m already wet and ready. I was the moment I was awake enough to feel his hands and breath on me. He slides his fingers along my entrance before he slips a finger between my folds. I gasp at the amazing feeling of the intrusion, opening my legs further apart so he has better access. “I love the way your body talks to me.”
I reach behind me with one arm, cradling the back of his head and grasping a fistful of his messy thick hair. “My body loves your touch.” My hips buck against his big hand and I almost lose it when Dean kicks it up a notch with an assault on my neck, sucking hard, and dragging his teeth along my sensitive flesh. “I think it’s time for him to do the talking,” I say, pushing my bottom into his erection.
“I like the way you think, sweetheart.” Dean places a quick kiss on my neck and then sits up, holding onto me so I don’t fall back without his body to lean on. Now on my back, I watch my naked Sexy Guy reach over me to my nightstand. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I drag my fingertips up and down his side, along his muscular legs, over his chest, and to his neck until he’s sheathed and poised over me, his tip pushing against my opening. I wait, holding my breath, for the moment he will start to slide into me. And when that moment comes, I savor every last minute of it.
The more time I spend with Dean, the more favorites I have about him. I used to think my favorite thing was the way he looks when he gets out of the shower. Or the way he holds a door open for me. Or falling asleep on the couch in his arms. But by far, my favorite thing about him is waking up in the safety of his arms. In such a short time, he’s had the ability to knock down every preconceived notion I had about the opposite sex. He’s earned my trust with his actions and his words and I have no doubt that his sincerity is true.
He went home to pack a bag and should be back in a few minutes. He hasn’t even been gone for more than an hour and I already miss him. Every time I hear a car door shut I have to fight going to the window to see if it’s him walking up the path. I do, however, stare at the fridge where he attached a sticky note. “Dean + Summer” is scribbled on it with a heart around our names. It’s cute and it makes me smile.
I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Smiling. Laughing. Enjoying life. It’s amazing the positive effect one person with great energy and a kind heart can have on you.
There’s a knock and I yell, “Come in.”
Dean walks through the door with a scowl on his face. “What if it wasn’t me at the door?”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone else.”
“You never are, but that doesn’t mean someone else might not show up.”
“Good point.”
He struts toward me, holds out his hand to me, and pulls me from my seat at my breakfast nook. “Just be careful,” he says, circling his arms around my waist. “And lock your doors, would you?” His lips graze my forehead and I melt at his touch.
“Sure.” I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent and going gooey all over. He makes me feel like a little girl in love with her teenage heartthrob. “So what’s the plan for today?”
He holds me tighter, and I can feel the slight shake of laughter in his belly. “It’s a surprise.”
Dean is full of surprises. First, the couples massage at that beautiful resort and now this.
As we head westbound toward Los Angeles, my mind starts whirling with ideas.
“Santa Monica Pier?” is my first guess.
Another mile or so goes by and I come up with another one. “Hollywood? Walk of Fame?” His arched brow tells me I’m off again. We’re nearing the junction where the freeway splits in three different directions. “Manuel’s. You’re taking me to El Tepeyac so I can eat the giant burrito from Man vs. Food?”
He releases my hand and wiggles my ponytail. “Are you serious?” He laughs. “You want to eat a five pound burrito?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” I give him a serious look and he appears amused. “My dad is obsessed with the show. We try and hit as many Food TV restaurants as possible. That just happens to be one of them. It was delicious. But my favorite is their guacamole. Their taquitos are to die for.” My stomach growls at the thought.
“Well, we’re not going today. Maybe some other time. I’d love to see you attack something that huge.”
I wiggle my brow up and down. “I bet you would.”
He takes my hand and I try to think again as we continue moving from the 10 Freeway to the 101 North.
“Olvera Street? Chinatown?”
“I haven’t been there since my elementary school graduation trip. But no.”
I peer out the window watching the skyscrapers pass by in slow motion. The traffic is just a tad congested compared to what it would be like on a weekday. “Pink’s Hot dogs?” I shout, but he merges onto the 110 so I know the famous hot dog stand is out of the question.
“Are you hungry or something?” He glances at me with a smirk. “They do have hot dogs where we’re going. Kinda famous for them, in fact,” he says as he takes the Hill Street exit.
“Oh. My. God. Are you kidding me?” He slows down to a stop at the traffic signal and I click off my seatbelt and throw my arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks, lips, and any other skin that’s accessible.
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