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“What about tonight?” I ask, hopeful and eager.
“You notice your lack of a car, right? Well, I’m not taking you home. The only place you’re going is to my bed. Preferably without any clothes covering up this sinful body.”
With his hands sliding up my side and resting on my breasts, his lips find mine once more. This kiss has a little more passion, a little more intensity. As if I weigh nothing, Dean picks me up and moves me towards the hallway. Without breaking the kiss, he leads me into his bedroom and only stops when I feel his bed hit behind my knees.
“Just so you know, I expect you to be in my bed as much as humanly possible. I know you have your own place, but I like it better when you’re beside me.”
“I like that too.” Gazing up at him, I grip his shirt and lift it over his head. He doesn’t move as I run my hands up his chest, feeling the way the light dusting of hair tickles my palms. “Dean?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m sorry about how I’ve acted lately. I was going to tell you everything tonight about the PCOS. I actually told Abby the other night, and it helped. She was very understanding and listened, asking questions when she felt the need. But she’s also the one who told me to tell you the truth and let you decide for yourself if a future with me was possible or not.”
“Smart woman. I should send her flowers. I know this great little shop.”
“She is, yes, but I would probably avoid sending another woman flowers. Especially ones you purchase from your current woman’s shop.” I give him a slight grin before sobering a little. “I was planning on breaking it off with you. I knew I was falling in love with you and knew it would be too hard to deal with you leaving when you found out about the PCOS.”
“You thought that I’d walk away when I found out about it, so it would be easier for you to do that now on your own terms.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Even after only knowing each other for a short time, less than a year on the calendar, and he already has me pegged.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
Reaching down, he grabs a hold of the hem of my shirt and gives it a lift. Without saying a word, he reaches around and unsnaps my bra clasp. With my breasts free, he palms them both and eagerly sucks one nipple into his warm mouth. I gasp at the instant flood of sensations racing through my body. My core is immediately wet and throbbing with desire.
“Silly, silly, Payton. Haven’t you figured it out yet? There’s no getting rid of me now. You were made for me,” he says before latching on to the other nipple and giving it equal attention.
“Please,” I beg, reaching for his belt buckle.
“I love it when you beg,” he quips, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.
“I can tell,” I reply, palming his large erection. His hips flex into my hand as he grinds against me.
“Keep that up and we won’t be able to get to the good stuff.”
“I like the good stuff,” I murmur, stroking him through the denim.
“And I love you.” His whispered words are a statement, the punctuation, and everything in between.
Together, we strip off the rest of our clothes, taking our time and savoring the feel of each other’s bodies. When we’re finally skin-on-skin, Dean leads me back to the bed. His eyes are intense and dark with desire as he covers my body with his own. We’re both flushed to the core, his lips soft and gentle as he glides them over my neck.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers against the place my pulse is pounding.
“Yes.”
Pulling away just slightly so he can look down at me, he says, “No more condoms. You know we’re both clean. I want to feel your body wrapped around me, feel your pussy gripping my bare cock again.”
A shiver races through my body. “No more condoms,” I confirm.
His lips have a little more urgency in them, as he lifts my left leg and hitches it high on his hip. He explores my mouth with his tongue as I feel him slowly pushing forward and sliding into my pussy. Gasping, I open my eyes and find his locked on me. It’s always amazing with Dean, but this time there’s something else there.
Love.
When he’s buried to the root, he groans. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He holds perfectly still as if savoring the feel of our bodies joined together.
“Mmmmm,” I purr, blood zinging through my body.
And then he moves. Pinning my hands over my head, he uses them for leverage as he thrusts into me. He’s completely relentless, raw with desire, as he pushes us both higher and higher. Together, we’re climbing towards a blockbuster orgasm, one that will change us forever. Because there will no longer be a Dean and a Payton. We will be one. One heart beating together, one soul sharing a future.
I know it.
