Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Keira
“Then have me,” I said. “I’m yours.”
Dean’s lips parted, the tip of his tongue moving along the inside of the bottom one. His rifle round pendant lay just below the hollow between his collarbones.
For several long seconds, he didn’t move. It was agony.
Then Dean held my face and brought his lips to mine.
Unlike our previous kisses, this one didn’t feel illicit or rushed. He was deliberate. Waiting for me to open up to him, then delving his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back to nibble at my lower lip.
And unlike the other times, I leaned all the way into him. Trusting Dean to hold me up as his tongue stroked inside my mouth. He angled my head. Brought one hand lower to cup the side of my neck, fingers teasing along my hairline like he somehow knew how sensitive my skin was there.
Those hands that were so deft with the sniper rifle. That had once pulled the trigger and ended more lives than he wanted to tell. How could he be so gentle with me if he’d done the things he claimed?
When I pressed my hands flat to his smooth back, I felt his muscles twitching fast. Like he was barely holding on to control.
He started walking me deeper into the room. Toward the bed. I went willingly because that was exactly my idea too. Reaching between us, I tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, but that made Dean stop kissing me.
“Not yet. You’ve already seen me naked. It’s my turn. I want to look at you.”
I tried to swallow down my nervousness. I liked my body, even if I didn’t have a ton of curves. But this was Dean. The guy I’d been fantasizing about and dreaming of for years. What if he was disappointed?
He sidled past me to sit on the edge of my bed. His bed, really, since this was his house. My breaths came faster as I stared at the thick length straining along his thigh.
My mouth watered, wondering how he would taste.
“Eyes up here,” he said. “Come closer.”
I took a few steps until I was between his open knees. Dean caught the edge of my tank top to pull me forward. His fingers went to the exposed skin above my neckline.
“Always wanted to touch these freckles,” he murmured. “Kiss them. See how far they go.”
Was this really happening?
I was half hypnotized as he lifted the hem of my top. I still wasn’t supposed to put my left arm above my head too much, but the fabric was stretchy and easy to get off.
Now I was in my bra and baggy sweats, and his calloused fingertips were tracing lazy patterns from one freckle to the next.
“So pretty.”
Not the scars, though, I thought, fighting the urge to cover the mangled skin on the left side of my chest. But Dean wasn’t looking at the scars at all. Maybe he was choosing not to see the ugly parts of me, and that was fine. I was thankful.
I wasn’t ready when his mouth dipped to suck one of my nipples through the cotton of my bra.
With a breathy whimper, my hands clapped onto his shoulders. Smiling, he went to suck the other. There was something so blatantly sexual about the feeling of it. We’d kissed before because of our fake relationship cover story. And he’d touched me before as a friend. Even held me close.
But this. Dean’s lips sucking and teasing until the white cotton over my breasts was wet and translucent… I felt a pulse of lust between my legs. He could do anything to me, and I’d let him. I would beg for it.
Then he pressed his face between my breasts and inhaled, hugging me around the waist. I rubbed my fingers over his newly short hair.
Raising his head, he pulled me down into another kiss. “I’ve been waiting a long damn time for this.”
“How long?”
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I took a shaky breath. “Really? I can’t believe I never knew.”
Dean tugged me by the hips and eased me onto his lap, straddling him. The tip of his nose bumped my temple affectionately. “Did my best to hide it.”
He’d already explained his reasons, but it was still difficult to accept. How could Dean not see how wonderful he was? I didn’t care about his past. He’d been so good to me throughout our friendship, at least until he left town. That was why I’d fallen for him.
I couldn’t help but fall for him.
When I shifted in his lap, I felt his erection under my behind. His hips moved to thrust against me. That wasn’t what had my thighs clenching though. It was the way he stared at me. Like he wanted to wrap himself around me until the lines between us lost any meaning.
“Keira, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. Haven’t slept with anyone. Haven’t even kissed anyone.”
I went completely still.
“Wait, seriously?”
He laughed softly. “It’s true.”
“You haven’t been with anyone in that long? We met years ago. Like, four years!”
“I know.” He drew his thumb down my chin. “Trust me, I know. Probably shouldn’t be admitting that, but just in case I last all of two seconds…”
Oh, no. I wasn’t letting him distract me from this subject. I was surprised, but also, my inner possessiveness liked the sound of it a lot.
“There hasn’t been anyone else for me either. There’s never been anyone else for me but you.”
“No one?” he rasped. “Even after I left, and you hated me?”
“I could never hate you.”
I’m in love with you, I almost said, but that would without a doubt scare him away. Dean had just barely convinced himself to be here with me.
Maybe this was just for tonight. He’d told me over and over that he would leave Hart County again when this was finished. But I didn’t care.
Okay, now it was my turn to crack a joke.
“You’re way too good-looking for me to hate you,” I said with a small smile.
Dean laughed. Kissed me again as he gently tipped me on my back onto the mattress. He slid my sweatpants past my hips and down my legs. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this. Fantasizing.”
“So have I.” Everything he was saying was straight out of my fantasies. Was this even real? “Especially after I saw you naked.”
“And I still haven’t seen you. That’s not fair.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“I’m not in a hurry.” He left my bra and panties in place as he kissed down my body like he wanted to taste and admire every inch of skin. Find every freckle. Drag this out until neither of us could stand it another second.
While he kissed the inner hinge of one knee, his hand sneaked higher. His thumb brushed the crotch of my panties right over my clit, shocking a gasp out of me.
“Wet.” His eyebrow raised. “Are you excited for what I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Do you want my cock first? Or should I give you my tongue?”
Shivers of pure lust burned through me. I was shaking. Still trying to get my brain to process the fact that Dean was saying these things to me.
“I want all of it. Everything. Please.”
Suddenly his expression shifted, and he sat up. “Hold on. You said there’s never been anyone else. Did you mean… Literally no one? Are you a virgin?”
I clapped my hands over my face. “Dean, I’m twenty-eight years old.”
“So? It’s fine either way. I just—”
“I’m not a virgin.”
He crawled up my body and lay close to me, gently moving my hands from my face. “I don’t want to mess this up. Or hurt you. You’re so special to me, Keira.” His Adam’s apple bobbed just above the leather cord as he swallowed. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this at all.”
“Yes, you should. We both want this.” I rolled and draped myself on top of him. “I’m far from innocent. But there are things I’ve never done. Things I want to do with you.”
Blue flashed as his eyes flared wider. “Yes? Tell me.”
My hand found the thick ridge in his sweats and massaged him there. He groaned. I remembered how Dean told me once that I was too young for him. He saw me as some shy, naive girl who would be shocked and disgusted by his history as a killer.
I wanted Dean to see me. See the woman I really was.
“I want your cock in my mouth. Want to taste you and make you come.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” His nostrils flared, pupils dilating. “You’ve never given a blow job before?”
I shook my head. “Saved it for you.”
He rolled us so he was on top of me. Staring down at me with a predatory gaze. “What else have you not done? You said things plural, so I assume there’s more than one. Unless I’m just greedy.”
“There’s more.” I wrapped my legs around his waist. “No one has ever gone down on me. I want your tongue inside me.”
“Then I know exactly what I’m going to do to you first. Been wanting this too long and I can’t wait anymore.”
“Anything,” I breathed.
He kissed me as a growl rumbled from his chest. “It shouldn’t matter, but the thought of being the first man who’s tasted your sweetness… Fuck, Keira. That drives me wild. I have to have it.”
My panties were soaked. I started pushing them down while Dean was kissing me, but then he shoved back onto his knees. He grabbed both sides of the thin fabric and tore.
Hell. Yes.
I wanted this side of him. Not treating me like I was too young or delicate. I wanted him rough and feral. Losing control.
He shimmied his body down the mattress. A couple more rips had my panties gone. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, voice barely recognizable.
Don’t get shy, I told myself. But it had been a long time for me, and no guy had ever done this. And it was Dean.
I opened my legs. His eyelids went heavy as he looked his fill, but only for a couple of seconds. Then his stubble was tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs again, his big hands sneaking beneath to shove my legs open wider, holding them in place.
His head lowered. His warm tongue slicked over my core, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. So raw and intimate.
Dean’s tongue flicked back and forth over my clit until I was crying out. “More. Oh, please.”
When his tongue pushed deep inside my pussy over and over, I turned into a rambling mess. His eyes rose to give me a heated, intense look.
I was glad for the haircut because otherwise his hair would’ve been hanging into his face. I loved being able to see exactly what he was doing and how he was enjoying it.
Had I ever been this loud in bed? He was making me feel shameless.
It hadn’t even been that long and I was already barreling toward the most intense orgasm of my life. I could feel it building. Ready to shatter me apart.
I almost sobbed when his mouth slid away to kiss my inner thigh instead.
“But—I want—Please, Dean.”
“Shh. Not yet, sweetness. Not yet.”
He started licking my clit slowly again. Going all the way back to the beginning, like he could do this all night. Dean worked me up again until my thighs were quaking and sweat prickled all over my skin. I couldn’t take it. The pleasure was too good.
My hand found the top of his head to keep him right there. My hips rocked against his tongue, and his fingers rhythmically squeezed my ass as he feasted on me.
I moaned as an orgasm crested over me. He sucked my clit between his lips and my whole body shuddered with the climax.
It went on and on. One cry after another filled the room with sound and that was coming from me.
His tongue didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last gasp of my orgasm, and my thighs tried to close.
Dean sat up, wiping his mouth. I was wrecked.
“Not bad for a first time, huh?” he asked.
I smiled languidly.
He dropped one more kiss to my knee, then got up. Shoved his sweats down and off, followed by his dark blue boxer briefs. I’d seen him naked before, but it was very different with him being hard. His erect cock was thicker and longer and looked desperate to be touched.
“After tasting you, hearing you scream, I’m already about to go off.” He fisted his shaft and started to stroke as he sat beside me.
I propped on my elbow and reached for him. I had to know how he’d feel in my hand. It was better than I’d imagined. Hot and so firm, but at the same time, his skin was velvety soft. I loved it.
“Keira—fuck, I’m going to—”
Quickly lowering my head, I wrapped my lips around the salty tip of his cock and sucked while he took over stroking his shaft. Dean shouted. His cock pulsed into my mouth. My eyes fluttered closed as all the different sensations overwhelmed me, and I tasted his release on my tongue.
I’d made Dean come. He’d done the same for me. And it had been perfect. More than perfect.
I couldn’t wait to do it all again and do everything we hadn’t tried yet. Just a few tastes, and I was so needy for him.
He pulled me up into his arms. All the tension and stress had vanished from his expression. “Come here so I can kiss you,” he said.
“Are you sure? I taste like you.”
“I taste like you too. C’mere.”
I sprawled on top of his big body, and Dean held my face as he kissed me softly. It felt like coming home.