Chapter 13
SACHI
Relief sweeps in like a tidal wave and carries me away. To feel Dean’s touch again—and not out of anger but desire—gives me a world of hope, and I seize it with both hands.
He does the same.
Our frenzied fingers claw at one another, ripping off clothes and clinging to contact.
I fist my hand in his hair. He kisses a ravenous path down my throat.
I lift my shirt off over my head. He does the same.
I lave my tongue over one of his tight little nipples.
He fists my hair with a gentle tug and commands my gaze to his.
“Tell me I’m not imagining this.”
The desperation in his plea is a knife to my gut. I feel wretched that I made him question himself and everything we shared. I don’t know if we have true long-term potential or not, but this insane chemistry is very real.
“It’s not just you. I feel it, too.”
When his lips return to mine, a part of my soul takes flight.
“I need to fuck you again,” he rasps, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Yes, please.”
Our clothes are off in a heartbeat. Dean sheathes himself in a condom, then lifts me in his arms, pressing my back against the wall.
I arch at the shock of the cold on my skin.
He takes the opportunity to suck my breast into his warm mouth.
The two competing sensations have my insides clenching tight with need.
I moan wantonly.
Dean doesn’t make me wait.
He aligns himself at my entrance, then surges inside me in two swift thrusts.
If my arousal wasn’t already dripping from me, the sudden intrusion would have been painful, but that’s not a problem where Dean is concerned.
My body welcomes him with open arms. And it’s a good thing, because he doesn’t stop there.
Dean fucks me against the wall with ruthless abandon.
Hammering into me, over and over.
I don’t know if this is a reward or a punishment, but I’ll happily take it either way. I’ve never come from penetration alone, but the intensity of this situation has me unraveling at the seams. When his mouth latches onto my breast, and his teeth graze over my nipple, I explode.
My cries echo off the walls.
As elation illuminates my body from the inside out, it’s all I can do to cling to his shoulders as he continues in pursuit of his own release. And when he bellows with satisfaction, my heart blooms brighter than a field of wildflowers. But just as quickly, the darkness creeps in around us.
Renewed uncertainty whispers between our rapid breaths.
Dean carries me to the bathroom the same as he did last night, though the walk is much shorter in my place. He wets a washcloth with warm water and tenderly cleans me. Only after he’s satisfied that I’m taken care of does he remove the condom and wash himself.
The whole time, hardly a word is spoken.
The silence screams louder in my head than any words ever could. I don’t understand it. I get that this is all new, but I thought we established I never meant to deceive him.
Unless … he doesn’t believe me.
He wouldn’t have sex with me again if he doubted me, would he? I hate to think so, but I am so out of my depth. I have no idea what is going on in his head.
I don’t want to push him, yet I can’t leave things like this, so once he’s dressed, I offer the only thing left to say.
“Dean?” I wait for him to meet my gaze. “I’m so sorry.” For deceiving him. For putting us both in an impossibly tricky situation. And for being incapable of resisting him. I hope he knows that I never meant to harm anyone.
“If everything you’ve said tonight is true, there’s no need to be sorry.” His unreadable gaze sweeps over me one last time before he gives a single nod and leaves.