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“Does that mean what I think?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered, her confidence from earlier nowhere in sight.
“Thank you.” I’d never gone bare before, and I couldn’t wait to feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. But at some point, I was going to have to let her out of my bed again, if only to eat. “After we’ve rested, we can come back down and make dinner.”
Vienna swallowed, licked her lips, and offered me a shy grin as I extended a hand to help her up. I pressed a quick kiss against her lips and lifted her in my arms, cradling her lithe, athletic body against my chest as I strode toward the stairs.
“I’m glad it was good for you.”
“Not good, perfect,” I corrected, squeezing her a little tighter in my arms and pressing a kiss on the top of her head, hoping she would realize that I truly meant it.
13
Vienna
Waking up in Dean’s bed with his arms wrapped around me was even better than doing the same in mine. His home was as warm and welcoming as the man himself. And when I padded into his bathroom to use the new toothbrush he’d put out for me last night when I discovered I’d forgotten mine, I couldn’t help but grin.
Coming up behind me, Dean rested his hands on the counter on either side of my body, boxing me in. “You’re looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning.”
After rinsing my mouth, I stuck the toothbrush in the holder and turned in his embrace. Tilting my head back, I beamed a smile at him. “Because my man took such good care of me last night. And this morning.”
Heat flared in his dark eyes as he stared down at me. “Your man is seriously considering taking care of you a second time this morning.”
“More like a third,” I murmured, stroking my hands up his button-down shirt to straighten his tie. “But I was talking about the toothbrush, not the mind-blowing orgasms you gave me when I woke up.”
He brushed his lips against mine, tasting of mint. “You gotta aim higher, princess. It’s just a toothbrush. I already had it in my medicine cabinet.”
On the heels of the conversation last night about us being exclusive, it felt like more than just a toothbrush. Especially since he’d told me it would be easier for me to just keep one here anyway. “Thank you, just the same.”
“You’re welcome.”
“All ready to go?”
He nodded. “Yup, sorry I’ve got to rush you out the door, but I can’t miss my morning meeting.”
“No worries,” I reassured him. “It’ll give me enough time to make it over to the rink before my ice time.”
“Just let me know if Jack shows up again,” he grumbled.
“You don’t have to worry about him. He’ll be too busy spreading the word that I’m off-limits, remember?” I teased.
“Mm-hmm.” He claimed my lips for another kiss before interlacing our fingers to tug me out of the bathroom. “Keep that up, and we’ll never get out of her. I’ll be too busy marking my territory.”
A shiver raced up my spine at the sensual threat in his tone. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on my hand tightening. “You’re killing me here.”
“Oops, sorry.” My apology sounded as insincere as I’d meant it to, but my next words weren’t. “I promise to try to behave for the entire ride to my house.”
He looked skeptical, but I kept my hands to myself and the teasing to a minimum while he drove. But when he pulled up in front of my house, all bets were off. Undoing my seat belt, I leaned over the console and kissed him until we were both panting for air. “Thanks for an amazing night.”
“You’re the one who did most of the work.” Assuming he was talking more about the blow job than the stir-fry I’d finally made well after the sun had set, my face filled with heat. He brushed his thumb down my cheekbone. “I love that you can still blush after a night like last night. Especially since I know how far down your body that pretty pink color spreads.”
“If you keep that up, I’m going to have to drag you into my house so I can have my way with you again,” I warned, fixing his tie again since it had gotten skewed when we were kissing.
“Tonight.”
“Definitely,” I agreed, bending down to grab my tote and empty cooler bag from the car floor. When he went to undo his seat belt, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “You don’t need to get my door for me. I can handle it this one time since you’d just have to get right back in the car.”
