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He was already hard, his cock thick and straining against her hip, and she rocked into him, feeding into the frenzied heat building between them. With a growl, he picked her up and backed her into the room. Her legs locked around his waist and she buried her face in his neck, inhaling him.
He smelled like everything she’d ever wanted.
He moved them across the room and tossed her onto the bed, tumbling down on top of her, claiming her mouth with another hot, hungry kiss. She liked him like this, wild and uninhibited, raw and real, as though he truly needed her. He tugged her dress down over her shoulders, just enough to free her breasts, and then his mouth was blazing a trail lower, biting and licking and sucking down her neck until his teeth scraped over her nipple.
“Yes! Oh God, Dean,” she cried out, burying her hands in his hair. He soothed the bite with his tongue, and then sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. She arched up off the mattress, wanting more.
Wanting so much more. From him. For them. And she couldn’t help but wonder if he did, too. What if he wanted the same thing she did, and he was letting fear hold him back?
Maybe she’d have to take a risk and be brave for both of them.
He ground his hips against her, and they both moaned. Finished with one breast, he moved on to the other, tormenting her nipple until she was panting, practically bucking beneath him.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice rough in the darkness.
“I’m always wet for you.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He shoved her dress up and continued his downward path, dropping hot kisses on her stomach. Hooking his thumbs into her thong, he slid her underwear over her hips. She lifted them off the bed, making it easier for him. Wanting his mouth on her so badly her clit was already pulsing for him.
He moved her legs apart with his shoulders and then pushed her legs back, leaving her open and exposed to him. He nipped at one of her lips, pulling gently with his teeth. “So pretty. So pink and swollen, all for me.” His voice was rough, his tone hot and possessive. He closed his mouth over her folds, his tongue moving over her in a slow swirl. Her hands fisted in the blankets, she cried out, her hips bucking as though she’d been shocked.
And in a way she had. She’d never once imagined it would be like this with him, that they could have this.
“You taste so good, Carly. So damn good.” He moaned against her slick flesh as he worked her with his lips, with his tongue, tormenting her as her insides coiled tight with hot, heavy pressure. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he eased two fingers into her, stroking her slowly from the inside as he devoured her from the outside, licking and sucking at her hungrily. Greedily. As though he couldn’t get enough.
Her legs started to shake, and he curled his fingers upward as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue. A strangled cry fell from her lips, and the pressure that had been building inside her tightened to the point of bursting, and in a pulsing riot of heat, she came against his mouth in hot, heavy throbs.
Her blood rushed through her ears, and she laid there, limp and sated, her dress rumpled around her waist. It was so good with him. So unbelievably good. A sudden lump formed in her throat at the idea that this might be all there was for them, but she swallowed it down.
He stood from between her legs and quickly undressed, and while she watched his glorious body come into view, she sat up and managed to wrestle herself out of her disheveled dress. He came down on top of her, and she shuddered, basking in the sensation of being skin to skin with him, nothing separating them.
Nothing except the walls he’d spent years building around his heart. Walls she so desperately wanted to knock down.
He kissed her, and she could taste herself on his tongue. Fresh arousal flooded her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
“I need you inside me. Please.” She felt empty, achy, frantic for him.
“God, Carly,” he moaned, and she noticed that his hand was trembling as he fisted his cock and lined himself up with her entrance. She tilted her hips, giving him easier access, and slowly, slowly, he sank into her, his gaze holding hers the entire time. A warm sense of completion washed over her once he was deep inside, and she pulled him down for a kiss. His tongue stroking hers, he began to move his hips, the delicious drags of his cock sending sparks dancing across her skin.
He stilled and broke the kiss, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. Looking down at her, his eyes were filled with wonder. Maybe even awe, and she felt as though her heart might literally skip a beat.
“How do you feel so good? So perfect?” His voice was hoarse as he spoke. Not waiting for her to answer, he kissed her again, making love to her with slow, deep, steady thrusts. She traced her hands up his spine, weaving her fingers in his hair, holding him close. Not wanting to let him go.
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, and her entire world shrank to where they were joined. Hot pleasure wrapped itself around her, making her muscles shake, making her heart pound, and with a long, loud moan, she let go, her orgasm washing over her like cresting waves.
“Oh, God,” Dean ground out, burying his face in her neck as he pumped his hips faster, harder, taking everything she had. He thrust once, twice more, his movements halting and jerky, and then swore as he came, his cock pulsing inside her.
God, she wanted to keep him.
Chapter 9
The next morning, Dean woke up with Carly nestled into him, her cute little ass pressing into his cock. Sunlight teased in around the edges of the curtains, casting a soft, pink glow across the floor of their room. Last sunrise in Mexico. Now that the wedding was over, everyone was flying home later today—except for Luke and Christie, who were leaving on a cruise tomorrow, just the two of them, with Ethan traveling home with his grandparents.
Dean began slowly kissing his way across Carly’s bare shoulders, her skin soft and warm under his mouth. She stirred, wriggling her hips into him before turning to face him.
“Morning,” she said, her eyes still soft with sleep. So beautiful.
“Morning.” He pulled her into his arms and let out a long sigh. “I don’t want to go home.”
