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Five
Sarah pushed the front door to her house open and turned to speak to Dean. He loomed behind her, the fire in his eyes swallowing her words while seconds passed with nothing but the quiet night as her buffer. He leaned in, his arms quick to enfold her, and his lips crashed down on hers, his unabated intensity suggesting he’d held onto his desire to kiss her the entire drive over.
To be fair, her body felt on fire that entire time too. Now that his tongue swept hers in hot, delicious strokes, she got the sense that earlier burning was a small spark compared to the inferno coming her way.
He walked her backwards into her house, a loud bang sounding as he kicked her front door closed. She didn’t have time to think too much on the door kicking, his kiss devouring her soft moans while his hands worked up her waist and onto her shoulders, tugging down the straps of her dress.
The heavy material pooled at her feet and she chuckled. “Not wasting any time, are you?”
“We don’t have time to waste.” He hoisted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bedroom?”
She reached out an arm and pointed to a closed door behind her. Cool air brushed her near bare skin, his wide footsteps taking her across the floorboards to her bedroom door, where he pinned her against the cold wood panel.
For the first time since they’d crossed her threshold, he slowed—slow in that he cupped her face with his hands and drove home a deeper kiss, one that sent a prickling sort of shimmery sensation over her skin—his hands soon sweeping down the sides of her body and stealing her breath with his caress.
She’d come out of a long-term relationship, wasn’t at all inexperienced when it came to sex, and while the actual “sex” part of this hookup hadn’t even started, none of that felt like this. So thrilling. So all-encompassing.
He ground against her, excitement impossible to miss as his lips found a new place at the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and whispered a languid and breathy, “Oh, God help me.”
He ground into her again, the pressure against her sex bringing forth another moan. “You’ll have to settle for my help tonight, honey.”
She flung her eyes open and eyeballed his dead-serious expression before laughter burst past her lips and shattered the heavy moment. His dire scowl faded, and his lips pulled into a wide and boyish grin, where before, nothing about him had read as sweet or endearing.
And those eyes. Those eyes held a glint like nothing she’d seen in him up until now. He’d held such a pent-up air, she hadn’t considered him capable of unbridled joy, but he outright shone now, like if she peered any closer she’d see galaxies of stars inhabiting his irises.
The desperate energy between them shifted to something less obvious, something deeper, more personal. So she leaned in and instigated the next kiss, taking time to savor this moment and man, a stranger who could embody anything her mind decided for him.
Even then, she preferred to unravel whatever mystery lived here. She slid her hands under his t-shirt, feeling the soft lap of fire on her palms, a man hot with need, the side of his ribcage unforgivingly firm.
The door handle’s light click had her sinking her weight into him. While he took her the short distance to her bed, she crept his shirt higher and over his head.
Cotton sheets crumpled beneath her, the metal crown from the soiree falling off her head and somewhere above her. She arched up, expecting his weight to cover her next, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he knelt beside her, their gazes entangling for a moment before his attention slid down her body in slow appreciation. “You’re perfect.”
Heat rushed her face, and she flicked her gaze down to the breathtaking view of his broad shoulders and lightly tanned skin, lower to his chest and the light sprinkling of hair that trailed down to defined abs, then lower still to where that hair disappeared beneath the waistline of his black jeans.
She snapped her attention back to him watching her and the reminder of his statement on her “perfection”, conceding he was far more qualified for the title.
“So are you.”
His expression slacked, like her open praise surprised him, or maybe that a man with such a cagey presence didn’t get all that many compliments. Either way, his strong stare didn’t leave her, and he crawled over, his body covering hers.
She lost herself to another of his kisses, to the sensation of his skin on hers, and his weight pressing her into the bed. She wanted more. Wanted to obliterate the need growing within her. To, as he’d said, use what little time they had. So, she slid her hands down to his belt, only for him to press his palm over hers. “No. Not yet.”
She pulled her lips away and frowned at him, his thumbs stroking her hairline on either side of her face while he held a grave expression.
“We both know where this is going, but I’ll get there much quicker than you. So”—he leaned in again and slipped a hand under her back, unhooking her bra—“you first.”
The top half of her underwear disappeared somewhere on the bed, his lips soon meeting the dip at her throat and traveling lower. First along her collarbone, his breath warming her skin, then to her breast, where his tongue met her nipple in a barely perceptible, soft brush.
She drew a sharp breath and arched into him, begging him to hurry, while he took his sweet time. His large hand engulfed her other breast, and she pressed into him some more, each soft kiss and gentle scrape of his teeth melting her cares.
She needed to forget the chain of disaster that had brought this man to her bedroom. Boy, did he deliver, his mouth traversing lower to her belly, his hands lower still—his fingers hooking to the sides of her panties and then stripping her bare.
His gaze caught her in a silent question, though even through her expanding need, she whispered, “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” His expression didn’t change, no smile, not even a frown, just simple acceptance. “You want me to.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded, not used to giving over any control, somehow willing to just for this moment. He was right. She did want this. Wanted to lose herself. To experience someone else taking over… if only for this short time.
