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When I try to yank my arm from his grip, he only tightens his hold and leans into me. “Sure, at thebeginning,” he argues, bringing his face close to mine. “But it’syou twowho have been getting in my head ever since. You think this is just sex to me, Briar? You think I got a moment of sleep last night after what happened with Caleb? Fuck no!”
His voice is loud now, and I can see the rattled demeanor in his tired eyes. He’s erratic and desperate as he moves my held wrist behind my back, gathering the other along with it so that I’m fully pinned.
Part of me starts to tremble, but I trust Dean. I know he won’t hurt me. The adrenaline and fear are laced with arousal to the point where I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.
Bringing his nose to my cheek, he continues, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night. About how much you’d hate me for what happened. I worried I’d lost you for good. You seriously think I’m trying to drive you two apart? I know that at the end of all of this, you two will stay together. I see how much you love each other. Only one person will get left behind, and we all know that person is me.”
“No,” I whisper, gazing into his eyes.
“What am I to you?” he whispers. “Just someone to help you fix your marriage.”
“You know that’s not true,” I argue, struggling against his hold. “I see the way he looks at you. And the way I feel about you, you're so much more than that.”
With his free hand, he grabs me by the throat, holding me gently as he brings our faces together. “Then what did you expect me to do, Briar? Wait until you both need me again? Sit on the sidelines while I watch you get the man I want…or watch him get the woman I want?”
My eyes widen, and it becomes impossible to breathe. Is this really how he feels?
Staring back at him, everything becomes so clear. Dean has latched on to us this past month. He’s filled the spaces in our lives that I didn’t even realize were there, and as my heart has started to grow tender for him, I’ve brushed it off and avoided facing the truth—that I’m falling in love with him.
“I’m sorry that Caleb cheated on you, and I hate that something I did brought you pain,” he murmurs against my lips. “But that’s how I felt the day you turned me down.”
“It was never because I didn’t want you, Dean. I wanted you so bad,” I reply softly.
“Do you still want me?” he mumbles against my lips.
“I’ll always want you,” I say on a gasp as his mouth crashes against mine.
Tightening his grasp on my wrists, he holds me in place while his mouth devours mine. Our tongues tangle in a desperate dance as I bite his bottom lip, and he lets out a yelp.
This kiss is the breaking of the dam. It’s the fire on the fuse. It’s the tidal wave that drags us from the shore.
We’re lost to the current, both of us letting out so much frustration and helplessness. The want and desire that we’ve built up is finally overflowing, and we let it carry us away.
Dean’s mouth is ravenous, soft friction against my own. As his kisses move their way across my jaw, I know there is no stopping us now. I’m too far under. I need him. I need his comfort, his touch, his body.
“Dean,” I gasp as his mouth nibbles on my neck and warmth floods between my legs.
“What?” he mumbles against my clavicle.
“I need you,” I cry out, trying to spread my legs. My hands are still pinned against my back, and he has me practically bent over backward against the counter, the edge bruising my spine as he grinds into me.
Dean pulls his mouth from my flesh and releases my wrists. Taking my face in his hands, he stares down at me with desperation.
“That was a hard line, remember? I can’t fuck you, Briar.”
“I don’t care about lines or rules or anything anymore. Haven’t we done enough to blur those by now? When it comes to you, there clearly are no limits for Caleb and me.”
His mouth crashes against mine again, nipping at my bottom lip as he whimpers into my mouth. Then, without warning, he pulls his mouth away and hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me across the small apartment to the bed against the wall. Tossing me on the mattress, he doesn’t waste a second before climbing over me and positioning himself between my legs.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, feeling a tremble in my bones. I haven’t needed to use a condom in over ten years. It feels reckless and strange to ask for one now.
“Yes, of course,” he replies, kissing my neck again.
He presses his forehead to mine as he notices me reeling with thoughts and indecision. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop.”
“More than anything.”
The more he touches me, the more I’m swept away by this lust. Tearing his shirt from over his head, I run my hands over his chest. This feels wrong, but the more wrong it feels, the more I want it.
