“Same and same.”
“We seem to have a certain effect on each other…”
“I’ve noticed,” he says. “Are you sure?”
I nod, and his sudden grin is sort of manic. His mouth finds mine, and we’re kissing deep and messy. My tongue tangling with his and our teeth clashing. One of us starts biting, but I am not naming names. He takes his weight on one arm and grabs my thigh with the hand from the other.
This is no lovemaking. We’re fucking and claiming and owning each other. And the feel of him surging deep is ecstatic. Sweat beads on both of our skins as our bodies crash together. There’s no need to be gentle right now. Not when his growls and groans are wrecking me. The fierce emotion in his eyes is inescapable. You dream of someone who wants you this way. Like you’re their world and their wish all rolled up into one. But to actually find them seems so impossible.
His thick cock is lighting me up from top to toe. Dragging over so many nerve endings and delicate muscles inside of me. All of which have been neglected for far too long. Then the solid heat of him hits something deep within me, and oh! My mouth falls open and electricity sings in my veins.
He bares his teeth at me like an animal and does it again and again. The man fucks me into the mattress like this is his job now. And I am here to say this is definitely his job now.
In lieu of the cushion, I bite his shoulder as I come. Happily, he seems to like being bitten because his hips buck hard againstme one, two, three times as he comes too. So nice when kinks align.
The scents of sweat and sex fill the room. He draws his semihard cock out of me and collapses onto the mattress at my side. How is his dick not exhausted? Seriously. It’s ridiculous.
The only sound is us both panting. My muscles are so relaxed any movement seems extreme, but the night air is making its presence known against my cooling skin. So I reach for the blanket and pull it over us.
It seems a shame to waste a warm, naked man. Also, not to be clingy, but I feel like being clingy. I throw a leg over his middle and an arm over his chest and just generally get comfortable. And that’s definitely me done for the night. If he wants to go again he can wait for the morning. Because it was a long-ass day.
Dean wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Okay,” he says.
“Okay what?”
“No. It was a question. Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up long enough to blow out the candles, then return to my previous position. He’s surprisingly comfortable. Usually, I am a solo sleeper and don’t like or need a lot of post-sex touching. But I am liking this so far, cuddling up to him in the dark.
“You know I love you, right?” he asks out of nowhere.
“What? No, you don’t. And you can’t just say that.”
“Too late. I do and I already did.” The asshole is absolutely smiling. I can hear it in his voice. “But just out of interest, why can’t I?”
“Well…it’s too soon, for starters.”
“Some people know at first sight,” he says. “What else have you got?”
“Saying it the first time we have sex is really dubious. You lack all credibility.”
“Wouldn’t that be if I told you I loved youbeforewe had sex? I said it after, so my intentions are pure and I’m in the clear,” he says. When I don’t respond, he asks, “What are you thinking?”
“That if I kill you now I wouldn’t have to go to jail.”
“But you’d miss me, and Sophie would be really sad.”
I sigh.
“That escalated quickly. Why is this such an issue for you?” he asks. “Is this about the kidnapping thing?”
“The kidnapping thing.”
“Is it?”
