My heart races, and a flutter stirs in my stomach at the thought of being Dean’s girlfriend. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship that it almost feels like I’m out of practice. But Dean has been nothing but kind and attentive, almost too perfect.
With a soft smile, I raise my glass and offer a toast of my own. “Here’s to us, and to being exclusive.”
He winks, his gaze full of affection, as he taps his glass against mine.
We finish the last of our wine and set the empty glasses on the table. Seconds later, Dean rises from his chair and walks over to me. He covers my hand with his and gently pulls me to my feet,drawing us close. Cupping my jaw with his hands, he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me slow and deep.
When he finally pulls away, his eyes linger on mine for a beat longer, his expression filled with a mix of warmth and desire. “You have no idea how happy you make me feel.”
A teasing smirk forms on my face as I press my abdomen against his groin. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”
Dean growls softly in my ear, shaking his head. “You are trouble, you know that?” he whispers as he taps his finger on the tip of my nose. “So, what movie do you want to watch tonight?”
I lift my shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. “Uh... I’m down with whatever.”
“Okay, great! There’s a 55-inch TV in the saloon, so we’ll relax there.”
I nod and follow him into the next room, settling onto the light grey U-shaped sofa while he selects a movie for us to watch. After several minutes of scrolling through endless options, he finally settles on the movieLaw Abiding Citizen, because who doesn’t want a bit of Gerard Butler action, right?
He pauses the movie and turns to face me. “Give me a second,” he says, before jumping up to his feet and heading towards the dining area. Fifteen minutes later he returns, having tidied up and loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. In his hands he carries a large pack of popcorn and two bottles of sparkling water, which he places on the coffee table.
I immediately tear open the popcorn packet and dig in just as Dean hits play on the remote. He lies on the sofa, settling onto his side behind me, and I follow suit, curling up against him with my back pressed to his chest.
For the first hour, we sit in comfortable silence, watching the movie as the sound from the speakers fill the room. Occasionally, we munch on some popcorn and sip water, lost in the film and in each other’s company. His arm drapes overmy abdomen, and every so often, I’d lightly brush my fingers over the back of his hand, while he draws soft patterns on my stomach.
His touch sends goosebumps along my skin, and when his warm, wet lips trail along my shoulder and neck, I immediately feel a deep, electric throb pulsing between my thighs. It’s been far too long since I’ve had sex with a guy, and if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind if things went a little further tonight.
I wriggle slightly to get into a more comfortable position, but as I do, I inadvertently bump my arse into his pelvic bone, instantly feeling the firm bulge beneath his chino shorts.
A breathy groan slips from his mouth as his hand tighten around my waist, holding me still. “Mila, careful,” he whispers in a low, raspy voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
Feeling a little bold tonight, I press my arse into his erection again, noticing the way he instantly pushes into me. His breathing increases when I begin to slowly move my hips.
“Mila, what are you doing?” He groans into my neck, as if I’m torturing him.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Uh-uh. You tell me.”
“I can’t focus. Not when I’m being poked and prodded from behind.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I’d only be lying.” His hand trails lightly along the curve of my hip, sending heat and desire burning through me. “Should I stop?”
I quietly shake my head.
“Tell me what you want then, Mila,” he whispers seductively.
My eyes flutter closed while his fingers roam the contours of my body, each movement slow and lingering. “I want you, Dean. I want you to take me, here on this couch.”
He mutters ‘fuck’ under his breath before flipping me onto my back and climbing on top of me in one swift, fluid motion.Our lips collide in a fervent, burning kiss, my body trembling beneath his touch.
My underwear is damp, soaked through with my arousal, and when he grinds his hard erection against my centre, I almost explode right then and there. I press my hands against his chest, pushing him back as I wriggle free from his grasp and sit up.
He frowns at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. But as I gently push him onto his back and straddle him, his expression transforms into one of smouldering desire.
I tug the hem of my black and white polka-dot dress over my head and toss it aside.
Then I reach behind my back to unclip my bra, letting it slowly slip down my arms and onto the floor.
