I grinned. “I am enjoying it very much.”
“You have no idea how unsettling that realization was.”
A laugh escaped me.
Dean glared at me. “I was having a perfectly normal day.”
“You were watching me.”
“I was watchingskating.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Fine.” He sighed. “I was watching you.”
“Much better.”
“Okay, your turn. You said you blame me for making all your ‘feelings’ come back. Tell me what I did to cause all that.”
I bit my lip. “You stood there in the showers.”
Dean’s breathing hitched. “Youwerestaring at me, weren’t you?”
Heat flooded my chest and neck, rising up to my face. “I did more than stare.”
Dean’s lips parted, and he grinned. “Luka Davorin, did you jerk off thinking about me?”
I managed a nod.
He let out a soft sigh. “That is so hot. I wish I could’ve seen you.”
I laughed. “I am glad you did not.”
“But why?” Dean’s hand was gentle on my face. “Watching youmake yourself come, seeing you let go… that would be sexy as fuck.” Then he became still. “Show me.”
Every coherent thought vanished.
He nodded. “I wanna watch you. Show me how you play with yourself.”
“You… you are serious.” My heart thumped.
Another nod.
“This is like one of those videos I have been watching.” The words were almost a croak.
“Take your jeans off, baby.” That raw edge to his voice went straight to my cock.
Why do I melt when he tells me what to do?Every. Single. Time. And I knew I would do it, because he wanted me to.
I climbed off him, feeling as though I was moving in slow motion. I stood next to the bed, my fingers shaking as I popped the button free on my jeans.
Dean sat up, stuffing pillows behind him, his gaze locked on me.
I shoved my jeans past my hips, then tugged them off my legs. My cock swelled beneath my briefs.
“Kneel on the bed, facing me.”
Kvrat. That raw edge again.
