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The second we were safely inside, the dam broke. Dean picked me up and pinned me to the door, kissing my mouth, my throat, my collarbone. I could feel his erection already digging into my abdomen, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged at his shirt, with little success.
Clearly feeling just as impatient, Dean swiveled us around and dropped me onto the couch. He ripped off his shirt in one smooth movement and climbed over me half a second later.
The rest of our clothing quickly ended up splayed all over the room. My shirt landed on the coffee table, and when Dean ripped off my bra a moment later, he accidentally rocketed it right at a small succulent I had on a shelf, knocking it to the floor.
By the time we were both fully naked, we managed to slow things down a beat. It was a big moment after all, and since we didn’t entirely remember our wedding night, this might be the closest that we would ever get. And simultaneously we decided that such a momentous occasion deserved better than my tiny sagging couch.
Once again, Dean picked me up and carried me across the room. Since we were pinned naked flesh to naked flesh this time, it was an interesting experience, one that had me quickly squirming for more contact.
“Patience, woman,” Dean joked, lightly smacking my bare ass with one hand.
Thankfully, we reached my bedroom, where he gently lowered himself onto the bed, pulling me into his lap. I straddled him eagerly, the position putting the tip of his cock tantalizing close to where I wanted it. I rocked into him and groaned loudly as I nipped at his ear.
Hissing, presumably at both actions, Dean palmed one breast, tweaking my nipple in a way that made my stomach clench. His other hand landed between us, his fingers expertly finding my swollen clit, rubbing light circles just the way he knew I liked. It was amazing how well we already knew each other’s bodies. How well we fit together and moved together. For the first time, the thought of us being married to each other, permanently, didn’t freak me out. Not if it meant having all that time to explore this intense physical chemistry we shared.
Dean slid his hand along my jaw and kissed me tenderly. At the same time, he grabbed my hip and abruptly guided me down onto his rock-hard cock. The juxtaposition between the soft and sweet kiss and the hard and unyielding feel of him inside me nearly sent me over the edge.
I loved that Dean could balance both sides of himself so effortlessly. Back at the restaurant he had been the consummate gentleman, kind and thoughtful. But in an instant, he could switch to being the cocky and dangerously sexy playboy pilot that I’d had drunken sex with all over that hotel room.
And I had locked down both. Forever.
Drunk Jillian had been a genius.
Dean attempted to pick up the pace, but it wasn’t quite enough. I kissed him hard, one last time, and then pushed against his firm body, dropping him flat onto the bed. I hovered over him, sliding my hands up his abs to his chest, bracing myself. Dean put his hands everywhere; sliding them over my bouncing boobs, squeezing my ass cheeks as he rocked us together, and finally returning between my legs to finish off the orgasm that had been slowly building since he’d pinned me to my apartment door.
He managed to keep us going long enough afterwards for the friction of our grinding pelvises to send me over a second time. Dean grunted and clutched at my hips as he found his own release, and I gratefully flopped down onto him, my whole body shaking with fatigue and euphoria.
I had just enough energy to slide off of him and cuddle up under his arm. I laid my head on his chest, the sound of his thundering heart making me smile. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so content.
There was no doubt in my mind that we would pick up our activities later on, given our previous encounters, but I took the quiet moment to voice a thought that had only just popped into my head. “Just out of curiosity, what would you have done if I refused the ring?”
His chest rumbled as he laughed. “I did have a backup plan, come on. I had a few pint glasses ready to go.”
“Umm…you were trying to get me drunk again?” I asked, lost.
“Please. I meant quarters, obviously. I was going to play you for our marriage if necessary.”
I grinned up at him. It was sneakily brilliant. But I couldn’t let him know that. “Hey, I got pretty good at that game. You would have lost.”
“Oh, honey, I purposely missed half of those shots. I had to make you feel good. I was trying to get you into bed after all.”
“Oh, you did not!” I laughed, jokingly punching his arm.
“You’ll never know.” He rolled over, kissing me lightly.
“Uh huh.”
Dean pulled my chin up, locking his eyes onto mine. “I hate to ruin this moment, but we’re going to have to talk about you moving in with me soon. No wife of mine is living all the way across town. I’m going to need you in my bed every night.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “I’m free next weekend. On one condition.”
“I’m afraid to ask but hit me,” Dean responded, his eyebrows in his hairline at my easy acceptance.
“At some point in the near future, we’re going to have to find a way to join the mile high club. I am married to a pilot, after all.”
Dean’s shocked laughter cut off a moment later, as I crawled on top of him for the second time.
“Deal.”
