by Eden Summers
In her vulnerable position, she couldn’t concentrate, their teeth colliding more than once because of her lack of focus. Dean leaned back, his eyes reading her with concern as she willed him to keep eye contact. “You OK?”
No. “Yes.” She gave him a jerky nod.
He paused, scrutinizing her before he tilted his face again, moving in for another kiss. She let out a barely audible sigh as he moved closer, their lips almost touching. He didn’t bridge the distance. Instead his head continued to slant into hers, his gaze drifting lower, down her body to take in her spread sex.
The lustful growl emanating from his chest sent the fire burning between her legs into overdrive, equal parts lust and mortification. Too embarrassed and exposed to let his eyes remain on her, she lifted his chin with a delicate finger, guiding his sight back to hers. His gaze was animalistic, primitive as she leaned in to distract him, planting a slow kiss on his lips.
“Beth.” Her name was a plea, whispering from his mouth and filling her with strength. She shamelessly ran her tongue against his bottom lip, nipping it with her teeth until his moan echoed through her.
Hunger burned in her belly as Dean turned and walked toward the bed, stopping a few seconds later to lay her down. The towel held firm around her breasts, but the bottom splayed open, leaving her pussy exposed. On shaky elbows she leaned up and watched Dean’s eyes brazenly devour her. The rapturous expression on his face was evidence enough of his appreciation. The intensity empowered her, giving her the confidence to let him feast a little longer before the wanton position was too much for her insecurities to handle.
“Christ, you’re mesmerizing.” The huskiness of his voice sent a shiver over her skin and her heart slammed into her throat. “I could stare at your naked body for hours.”
She smiled at his compliment, but self-consciousness made it unbearable to keep herself on display. Beth began to close her thighs and Dean responded with a shake of his head, clucking his tongue in disapproval. Leaning over, he placed strong hands on her legs. “No. Keep them open.”
Beth moaned at the command. She loved how he made her feel gorgeous with only a few words, a few steamy touches, and a wicked gleam in his eye.
Her arms fell to the sides of her body and she dropped back on the bed, draping an arm over her eyes while he blatantly admired her wet and throbbing sex. Her core clenched as he knelt on the floor between her knees. His mouth lowered, the brush of his lips scorching a trail up her inner thighs. Soft kisses turned to teasing nips when he lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder. His ascent was torture, licking, nuzzling all the way to her core. Then he stopped.
She waited, wondering what he was doing before inhaling deeply and lifting her head to see. Her gaze met his as he hovered over her opening. His heavy breathing ran over her, each exhalation touching her like a finger through her folds, making her want to squirm for penetration. He held eye contact as he stretched his tongue out, taking a long, ruthless swipe of her heat. The touch sent a shot of pleasure through her, making her moan.
He moved closer, positioning his lips against the curls of her mound before he delved deeper, first one stroke, then two. Each lash of his tongue became harder, faster, more demanding, making the need to grind her thighs together unbearable.
“Dean!” Her voice was raw from hunger. She was falling apart and soaring on a high, needing more, yet not wanting it to end.
He removed his hands from their grip on her thighs, trailing one over her waist to the edge of the towel, giving it a hard yank. She gasped, the movement pulling her forward, sending his tongue drilling into her slick channel while the towel loosened and fell to her sides. Supporting herself on shaky elbows, she followed the path of his fingers. With dedication they slid over her stomach, caressing her ribs, teasing the underside of her breast before cupping and firmly grasping.
He was relentless, his hand kneading, squeezing, and lightly pinching. His mouth found her clit—sucking, blowing—until her back arched off the bed and moans of pleasure escaped her. She was being torn apart. Her body in agonizing bliss, caught between the need for climax and the greed for this euphoria to continue. She wanted more, wanted everything, and wanted it only from this man.
“Let go for me.” The fingers of his other hand found her heat, trailing light strokes up and down, up and down before gliding into her without preamble.
She was falling, plummeting over the edge, losing herself to ecstasy. Pleasure wracked her body, consuming every pore. Her core convulsed and her thighs clenched as she gripped the hand at her breast. And still his mouth continued to devour, his fingers penetrating, his hand squeezing, and she closed her eyes, shamelessly grinding herself into him.
Moments, minutes, hours later, she drifted back from heaven and reality seeped in. Dean’s hands, mouth, and heat abandoned her at the same time, and she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes. Doubt and fear began to claw their way into her mind. She closed her legs, turning them to the side to hide the intimate part of her body.
Beth lifted her hands, placing them firmly over her face to ward off the shame and stupidity. She had been strong for so long, resisting his charms, and in a moment of high passion, all her hard work had burned to the ground. She couldn’t stand the thought of opening her eyes and seeing his smirk of satisfaction.
How the hell did she get here? One minute her love life was nonexistent; the next she was mistress material, and in a blink of an eye she was grinding shamelessly on Dean’s mouth. She didn’t have one-night stands or sleep around. This was simply careless. Why after all the months of subtle flirting and agonizing desire did she finally succumb?
At least he was a considerate lover. On the scale of giving pleasure, he definitely deserved a high five. No wonder women flocked to him. His cockiness was clearly jus-ti-fied.
The sound of a zipper startled her. Eager to know what Dean was doing, she dropped her hands from her face, her eyes flying open while she clutched to find the towel and sit up. He now stood bare-chested, on display for her greedy gaze to devour. She wanted to moan at the perfection, at the sun-darkened skin, the strong frame, and the light trail of hair traveling down from his navel.
He opened the front of his pants, displaying the erection jutting from the top of his gray boxer briefs. She kept her sight centered on the juncture of his thighs, prolonging the fantasy as long as she could, unable to meet the arrogance she expected to see on his face.
He maneuvered his trousers over his ass, down a damn fine pair of tanned, muscular legs before they fell in a heap on the floor. Her eyes feasted, taking in the dips and curves, the hardness, the beauty.
Standing in only his boxer briefs he was picture perfection.
The glint of silver in his hand caught her attention and she couldn’t take her gaze off it. He held a little foil packet, and the end result to his striptease finally dawned on her. Oh God. Beth’s throat went dry as she looked up. She expected to see smug satisfaction, at least a hint of arrogance, but there wasn’t any. No cocky grin, no gleam in his eye, no heated smile. He stood before her, emotionally bare, his face a mix of undeniable lust and insecurity.
“Dean, I…” Can’t… Shouldn’t… Her mind volunteered the words, but they wouldn’t move past her throat. She was a mess, not only mesmerized by his body but by the expression on his face.
She could still see the playboy through his confident stance, yet his eyes held a glimmer of the same vulnerability filling her chest. He remained silent, his gaze never wavering from hers as he cocked a brow, waiting for her to finish the sentence. When no words came, he moved forward, his determination masking the uncertainty. He stopped a foot in front of her, his straining boxers begging to be touched.
“You what? You want my mouth back on your sweet pussy?” He raised his eyebrows. “You want me inside you? You want me to make you scream again?”
Oh damn, had she really screamed? She averted her gaze and her pulse began to race. They both had contrasting ideas of
how this interlude would end. How could she tell him to leave after what they’d just shared? How could she make him understand it would be better for their working relationship? Better for her career if he simply pretended this never happened.
Fingers trailed down her jaw, under her chin, to lift until she was peering into his eyes. Dean shook his head. “I’ve wanted to be here for a long time. In your house. In your bed.” His thumb caressed her bottom lip. “I can tell what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong; this isn’t a mistake.”
He leaned in, kissing her, soft and slow and sweet. She could taste her own arousal on his lips, and smelled the musky scent on his skin. He pulled back. “We’re good together. You know we are. You can feel it just as much as I can.” His words became a whisper as he continued to kiss her with delicate splendor, decimating her doubt and making her yearn for more.
He was right; she could feel it. That didn’t make it right. Her restraint may be pliable like putty in his hands, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t regret her actions later.
The movement of lips and tongues became frenzied, spiking her heart rate. She released her grip on the towel, capitulating. Continuing was a mistake, yet the need in her veins wouldn’t allow her to stop.
He shucked his boxer briefs without parting their lips, his hasty movements adding to the urgency. She moved onto her knees, gliding her fingers into his hair, holding him while she scooted back on the bed. He followed her, making the mattress dip from his weight. With strong hands he gripped her hips, pivoting her body so her back faced the pillows. As their teeth and tongues clashed, he encouraged her to spread her thighs, and then knelt between them.
He broke the kiss and planted soft pecks on her lips before pulling back to rest on his haunches and gaze down at her. He looked deep into her eyes and tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. Beth’s focus followed his hands, the way he firmly grasped his cock and started covering his length.
Her throat went dry at the sight of him, thick and long. His erection was larger than she anticipated, standing proud from the nest of dark curls at the base of his shaft. She couldn’t deny her apprehension over his size, but her skin also tingled in excitement knowing he would soon be inside her.
Beth swallowed, trying to contain herself, hoping her adrenaline died down so her heart would slow its incessant pounding. Then he grinned at her, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm, and her heart had no chance of recovering.
“Tell me you want this.” The strength of his tone wavered, betraying the confidence he tried to exude.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. She did want this. She just didn’t want to think of the consequences.
When he moved on top of her, positioning his hard length against her, her whole body shuddered. With a deep breath Beth let go of her conscience. There would be time to wallow later.
Her toes curled and her nipples tingled with impatient desire and she tried not to beg to be taken. He closed the distance between them, his warmth suffusing her blood. His mouth moved to her neck to scrape his teeth along the erogenous zone at the juncture of her shoulder.
She nuzzled into him, nipping his earlobe, taking it into her mouth as she arched her back. He continued to torment her, his hand finding her breast while he took over teasing her entrance with his shaft. Lightly pushing and retreating, pushing and retreating until she couldn’t take it anymore. Running her hands up his back to his shoulders, she sank her nails in, delighting at the hiss of breath against her skin and the deeper thrust of his hardness.
He responded by nibbling her neck, the mix of pleasure and pain causing her to whimper. “Tell me you want this.”
She moaned her response, wanting to scream in ecstasy when the thick head of him penetrated her, stopping just inside her opening. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she lifted her butt, trying to find the penetration her body craved, needing him deeper.
Dean wouldn’t allow it. “Tell me.” His voice taunted her. He pulled back to lean on one elbow, their stomachs no longer touching.
Unable to deny him, to deny herself, she whimpered, “Yes.” She arched her back, her body thrumming, trying to regain the heavenly friction. He continued to caress her breast, squeezing her nipple, and she couldn’t help pleading, “Yes, I want this. Please, Dean.”
The full weight of his body moved over her, his mouth eagerly claiming hers while he nudged her entrance. Then with one deep stroke, he plunged inside.
The air left her lungs, and he replied with a savage groan. He began to thrust, a slow, delicious onslaught that had her nails sinking deeper into his skin. Beth floated in a dreamy state of reality. The man she lusted after, the one she wanted more than anyone was in her bed and making love to her.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned. “I’m worried this won’t last long.”
A smile tipped up her lips, and she hoped her gratitude over his ability to make her confident in this situation was evident on her face. No other man had made her feel this feminine and wanton. The sense of empowerment made her giddy, demanding her to push the limits of his control.
Deliberately clamping her muscles down on him, squeezing his hardness tighter, she relished his moan. Adored the way his whole body tensed while her thighs gripped his waist.
“Ahh, Beth.” He paused his thrusts. “You’re killing me.”
Dying to give them both release, she gyrated her hips, the sensation sending her close to the precipice. She grasped his ass in her hands and pulled him closer, wanting him deeper, needing deeper. And he obeyed, answering her unspoken command by driving into her, filling her completely before retreating and doing it again.
His thrusts increased in pace, in strength, in urgency. Their bodies shone with sweat. He pinched one of her nipples, the bite of pain ripping a scream from her lungs. The orgasm took over her body, making her core pulse in incessant fury. Her vision splintered as Dean continued to make love to her, each thrust adding to her pleasure until moments later he yelled his own release.
He smothered butterfly kisses along her jaw, her neck, her shoulder as his movements slowed then stopped. With her eyes still closed she released a contented sigh and measured her breathing, inhaling the new scent of Dean and sweat and sex. Her body lay boneless and sated, practically purring in contentment. She had always enjoyed sex, the intimacy and pleasure that a lover could provide, but what they just shared had been an entirely different experience.
Wow. Just wow.
When he rolled off her and then the bed, she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of his muscled ass as he walked to her bathroom. Unable to fight her insecurity and not at all familiar with casual sex protocol, she wondered if he would now get dressed and leave.
She heard him use the basin and drew the sheets up over her chest while she waited. What would happen now? Would he leave? Would he stay? Would he even acknowledge what they shared, or was this another moment to be forgotten in a second’s notice, like all his other women?
He walked back into the room, and she followed his movements to the door. Panic ran wild in her veins. He was deserting her already. But instead of leaving, he flicked off the light and walked toward her.
In the soft glow of the sun’s early rays, she concentrated on the rigid muscles of his stomach. She wondered again if his expression would be cocky, and didn’t dare look. She was sated, enjoying the deep emotions weighing down her chest. Beth wouldn’t allow herself to ruin the fantasy.
Without acknowledging his clothes, he climbed onto the bed, lifted the sheet, and snuggled into her. His warmth touched every inch of her skin as his chin came to rest on the top of her head, his arms holding her tight so her body molded into his. The affectionate gesture was a surprise, and she closed her eyes, huddling into his chest as she relived what they had just shared.
“You’re amazing.” His arms tightened briefly while he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Unsure what to say, Beth nuzzled in closer, loving the smell of him, the war
mth and security. Minutes passed. His breathing deepened until she realized he had fallen asleep. Before long, her eyes grew heavy too and she started to drift off in his arms. Her last thought revolved around how she would get him out of her bed and, more importantly, her heart.
Chapter Six
Dean had a smile on his face as he stretched his arm across the bed, searching for Beth. Even dazed from sleep he still felt like he was made of awesome.
He had slept with Beth. Jesus H. Christ. He…had…slept…with…Beth.
Vacant warm sheets were all that greeted his fingers. No silken skin, no luscious body, just emptiness filled with her intoxicating scent. Damn. He’d planned on making her scream in release one more time before he let her out of bed.
Opening his eyes, he sat up with a stretch and listened for an indication of where she could be. A vague babble came from downstairs, the television maybe. The sound was too soft to make out. He moved from the bed to investigate, yanked on his boxer briefs and pants, then headed down to find her. By the time he reached the bottom step, he realized the noise wasn’t the damn TV.
What the hell was his father doing here?
He strode through the living room toward the hall and the front door. His chest began to pound, jealousy and anger stopping his momentum when he found Beth standing in a skimpy bathrobe that barely covered her body.
As he moved in behind her, she cut him a quick glance, her eyes wide with panic. She shooed him with her hand and mouthed for him to go away, but he shook his head. He had to confront his father, to tell him to back off. It may make things uncomfortable for Beth, especially at work on Monday, but there was no way around it. His father needed to leave her alone.
