Chapter 10
TEN
TAY
Please be sure about this.
I didn’t say it out loud, stumbling a little as Dean tugged me after him into the villa.
The door clicked shut, clean as the pop of a cork.
Just us now. Well—us and the gentle glow of indirect lights, a massive bed, and the ebb and swell of waves under our feet.
He turned to face me, eyes dark with intent.
Shit—okay. This was real. Actually happening, not just another false start.
“Hi,” I said stupidly.
His eyes did a lazy sweep of my body, smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth. “Hi yourself.”
“This is happening, then? Like, for real?” Ugh, how very eloquent. I wasn’t exactly a virgin, for fuck’s sake. Pun unintended—and Jesus, I needed to shut up my brain before it ruined this for me.
Dean drifted a step closer, fingers hooking lightly into my waistband—only to jerk me right up against him, hips pressing together. And… fuck. Yes. So definitely, definitely happening.
“Convinced?” he asked as if to mirror my thoughts.
“Yeah. Just, though…” Shut up. “You’re really sure this time?” Dammit.
Something changed in his expression—softened, like the first gentle wash of sunlight through the clouds. He angled in until his mouth hovered by my ear, voice a scratchy, hot whisper. “I’m sure.”
I exhaled harshly at the pointed drag of his hand down the front of my shorts. Delicious pressure, fuck, and I grabbed onto his shoulders when he ground his palm against me. “Okay, then,” I managed. “Good.”
“It will be.”
That made me huff out a breathless laugh. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Sure of us,” he corrected, right before he ran two of his fingers along my mouth. When my lips parted, his eyes went just a little droopy, lashes like sooty smudges. I twisted my head for a gentle bite to his fingers.
“Bed,” I said.
His features sharpened, mouth dangerously close, a challenge glittering behind his eyes. “Or we could take this outside.”
“Tomorrow, yeah.” I fisted a hand in the bottom of his shirt to pull him closer. “Tonight—bed. I want to lay you out.”
“Do you?” It wasn’t really a question, wasn’t quite a statement.
He didn’t wait for a response but moved in for a tiny nip at my lower lip.
My mouth fell open so he could lick inside, and he did so with a small sound—as if I tasted good, amazing.
Stupid how off-kilter that one small detail made me feel.
I barely noticed when he walked me back toward the bed, making quick work of my shirt before his hands splayed wide over my torso. It felt like falling before I actually did, caught by the fresh crinkle of sheets and the soft give of the mattress beneath my weight.
“Now who’s laying out whom?” he asked, and I inhaled, grinning up at him.
“I’m sorry, did you just whom me?”
He leaned down, lips grazing my jaw. “I had a library card before I had friends.” It was casually delivered, like it was a throwaway detail about some long-gone version of him. “Had to learn to win arguments with words, didn’t I?”
I felt his meaning somewhere around the ribs, under my skin. “I would’ve sat next to you.” I tried to keep my tone light. “Probably annoyed you with questions. Tried to steal your snacks.”
His fingertips ran up my arms. “I’d have pretended to hate you on sight. Then offered you all my Reese’s Cups hoping you’d stick around.”
I dragged him down on top of me. He fell with a small noise of surprise, catching himself with his elbows on either side of my head. I made room for him between my legs, and he shifted down to grind our hips together. God, so fucking good.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, almost like I hadn’t been meant to hear it. His teeth dragged down the column of my throat, soothing each nip with his tongue, then moved lower, across my chest. He gave the waistband of my shorts a light tug, then glanced up through his lashes. “Okay?”
Like I’d ever say no to him.
I tangled one hand in his hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp. “Yeah. But your top needs to go.”
“Bossy.” He pretended to throw me a glare even as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt. With his hair already sticking up in odd little tufts, he looked like a disgruntled cat fresh out of a bath, and I breathed out a laugh.
“Well, sure. Got to take advantage while I can—since hospital hierarchy doesn’t apply here.”
A tiny frown ghosted across his features and disappeared.
He tossed his T-shirt aside and immediately returned to me, hooking his thumb in my shorts, leaning back to pull them off slowly before he nosed up the inside of my thigh.
God. Mouth hot and wet over the front of my briefs. I pushed my hips up, hopeful.
Should have known better.
He shifted back onto his haunches with a smile. “Something you want, babe? If so, might wanna use your words.”
For a beat, I simply took him in—all sharp edges and lightly tanned skin, kneeling over me in this bed that was so big it felt surreal.
His chest rose and fell in the same regular rhythm as the waves, but his eyes…
Fuck, they gave him away. Dark and heavy, intent on me like there was no one else in the world.
Light caught on the slope of his neck and in the crease of his elbow, casting shadows across his ribs.
How had we ended up here, together? I pushed down the teetering sense of dizzy disbelief. Casual. Don’t ruin it.
“I want your mouth.” It came out a shade too rough. “And then your cock.”
“Got any stuff?” Quiet, almost gentle—at odds with the sure way he reached out to grab for my dick and pumped it through the fabric of my boxers, almost yet not quite too much.
I exhaled through my teeth. “Yeah. Just, you know. In case. You don’t?”
“Didn’t pack any.” Self-deprecating amusement flickered around his eyes. “Kind of promised your best friend I had no ulterior motives in bringing you.”
Something tilted in my chest. “Ulterior motives? Big words. Might want to put your mouth to better use.”
He laughed, but it came with a breathless edge as he dipped his head, lips skimming my hip before he tugged my briefs down my thighs. I kicked them off the rest of the way.
“Pretty,” he said in a low murmur. Stupidly, it made me flush.
“Tastes even better than it looks,” I managed.
He slid me a look that glittered with amusement, head dipping down, so deliberately slow. “That’s a lie.”
I wound my fingers back into his hair—holding on, not forcing anything. “Well, I do eat a lot of fruit.”
“You know there’s no actual research on that, right?” His words were slow, slow like the way he licked around the tip of my dick immediately after, then paused to add, “Eating mango won’t turn you into a human Capri Sun.”
“I was raised to—” Fuck, so good. One of my knees jolted at the hot, wet heat of his mouth on me, no hesitation, and I rode out the sparks before I tried again. “I was raised to believe I could be anything if I set my mind to it. Including a human Capri Sun.”
His chuckle vibrated around me and all the way up my spine.
God, I’d never had it like this, been with someone where it could be hot and intense one moment, then soft and slow the next, with laughter tucked into the corners.
Good, so good, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to control by a thin, frayed thread.
Dean pulled off with a lewdly wet pop, loud in the velvety stillness that surrounded us.
I let my eyes flutter open. As if he’d been waiting for just that, he wiped his mouth in a move that felt downright filthy, designed to draw attention to the slight puffiness of his lips.
“Tropical punch,” he announced. “Bit tart. Notes of mango, but not enough to overwhelm the palate. I’d give it a four out of five. ”
My laugh cracked out of me in a breath. “Rude.”
He smirked, leaning down until his mouth ghosted over mine. “Four’s a glowing review, babe.” His tongue grazed the dip of my Cupid’s bow, and I fought a shiver even as he continued. “I’m not some lunatic who gives five stars for a coffee just because it didn’t actively kill me. I have standards.”
I tugged him in by the hair and kissed him hard. My free hand slid down the front of his shorts, and for a satisfying second, he seemed to lose his breath, going utterly still.
“Naked,” I told him, smudged between our mouths. “That’s my standard.”
He laughed, more a rush of breath, hips pressing forward into my touch. “I’ll get naked if you get the stuff.”
“You may need to let me up.”
“Can’t do that,” he said, gravely serious—only to kiss my nose, then my lips again, and shift to the side.
I sat up, lightheaded like a balloon about to float off into the night.
The light was low enough to catch a glimpse of ink-black water that stretched beyond the deck, dusted in reflections of moonlight.
I climbed off the bed and glanced back just in time to catch Dean shucking his boxers, his cock already thick and hard, flushed against his thigh.
“Thought you were on a mission?” he asked when I stopped halfway across the room just to study him. A tiny grin played about his lips.
“It’s just, you know. The bathroom feels very far away right now.”
“On the bright side…” He propped himself up on his elbows and paused, clearly for effect. “I get to see your ass.”
“You get to do more than just see it as soon as I’m back.”
The corners of his lips tugged up. “Good point. Hurry up, then.”
I shook my hips with a little smirk, then dashed into the bathroom to grab the lube and a condom that were hiding in my toiletry bag.
I returned and crawled onto Dean’s lap, knees on either side of his legs, ass resting on his thighs.
He pushed a hand into my hair and kissed me, lifting his hips up right as I ground down, our cocks sliding together.
I blinked away the stars in my eyes right as he pulled at one of my nipples, staring up to watch my reaction. Sparks fluttered hot in my belly.