Chapter 4 #3
So instead of second-guessing herself, she spent the entire drive home lying to herself, insisting this would be the last time. After this, she would cut the cord with Dean, and life would return to its same old normal, predictable, boring routine.
Yeah, right.
Dean was right behind her when she pulled into her driveway. He met her at her car, placing his hand on her lower back gently as they walked toward the front door.
“I have to pick up Pip at school in a couple of hours,” she said, as they climbed the steps to her front porch.
“Okay. We can blow off being adults until then.”
She huffed out a laugh, unlocking the door. The moment they crossed the threshold, Dean closed the door, then spun her around, pushing her against it. Yeah, they weren’t going to make it to her bedroom.
His hand rose slowly, as he gave her the opportunity to pull away, to change her mind. Like that was going to happen.
She leaned into the gentle brush of his fingertips against her jaw, her breath catching as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb lingered against her cheek, rough from years of gripping a hockey stick, yet incredibly tender against her skin.
“Viv…” he murmured, her name barely more than a whisper.
She didn’t know if he was asking for permission or reminding himself that she was real. Either way, she closed the distance.
Their lips met so softly, it barely qualified as a kiss. It was the lightest press that somehow carried weeks of restraint. They separated slightly, their gazes locked. If either of them had felt even an inkling of hesitation, that kiss had washed it away.
When Dean kissed her again, there was nothing tentative about it.
His mouth moved against hers, savoring instead of rushing, every slow sweep of his lips drawing her deeper until the rest of the world disappeared.
His other hand settled on her waist, holding her close, cornering her against the door—though God knew this wasn’t a trap she wanted to escape.
Her fingers curled into the front of his hoodie, bunching the soft fabric as she rose on her toes, needing to be even closer. He tasted like soda, and she wondered if he’d eaten his lunch on the way over or if the sandwich was slowly going bad in his car.
The kiss deepened, even though it was unhurried and intimate. There was heat, but it wasn’t the desperate kind they’d shared the first time in the hotel room. This was slower. A conversation without words.
When they finally pulled apart, neither of them moved far. Their foreheads rested together. Their breathing was uneven.
Vivian opened her eyes and found Dean looking at her with an expression so open, it made her chest ache. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that. She didn’t realize how much she’d missed it until that moment…and that was when she gave up the fight.
Since Boston, she’d pretended that what they had shared was just one night. Now, she could see it was the beginning of something—at least for her—that she could no longer deny.
Dean cupped her cheeks again, giving her a much harder, faster kiss before his hands lowered, reaching for the hem of her long-sleeved tee. He pulled it up, stripping it off her, quickly, easily.
Vivian decided turnabout was fair play, so she slipped her hands beneath his hoodie, her fingers gliding along his chest as she pulled it and the T-shirt underneath off in one fell swoop. They tossed their shirts to the floor, each stealing a glance of the other before resuming the kisses.
Dean pressed her back against the front door, grasping her breasts, the lace of her bra suddenly scratchy against her tight, sensitive nipples.
He pulled her bra down until her breasts popped free.
Once they were revealed, he bent lower, sucking one into his mouth with enough pressure that her head flew back, thumping against the door.
Dean lifted his head at the loud bang. “You okay?” he asked, looking decidedly unrepentant.
“Do that again,” she demanded, closing her fists in his hair, dragging him back to her.
Dean didn’t need to be asked twice. He played with her breasts, sucking, biting, kissing, and licking until she was writhing against the door. She needed so much more.
As he played with her tits, she found the buckle to his belt, unfastening it and tugging it free from the loops with a fast snap. Dean was in motion too, unhooking her bra to add it to the growing pile of clothing at their feet.
Vivian gripped Dean’s powerful, muscular upper arms as she toed off her shoes, kicking them away.
Dean kissed her as he did the same. They were both proving themselves to be excellent multitaskers, able to undress themselves and each other, while kissing and touching and driving their arousal higher and higher.
Once they were left in just their jeans, Vivian pushed on Dean’s shoulders, slowly guiding him backward into the living room. Their steps matched, hers going forward, his shifting back, until they reached the couch.
Once they were there, they continued the kiss while finishing their disrobing.
They stripped their jeans off at the same time, their lips still glued together, neither of them willing to part even for a moment.
They kicked the denim away, Dean’s hands cupping her breasts while she wrapped hers around his rock-hard dick.
Her pussy gushed as she recalled how full she felt when he pushed his cock inside her. Dean had impressive equipment, and he knew exactly how to use it.
Vivian finally broke their kiss, giving him a seductive smile as she shoved him just hard enough that he dropped onto the cushions. He reached out for her, dragging her down with him.
“Straddle me,” he commanded, his voice deep and dangerous in a way that had her body tingling.
She did as he asked, moaning when he gripped her ass firmly, pulling her against his erection. His cock rubbed between her pussy lips, bumping against her clit.
Vivian closed her eyes, inundated with so many incredible sensations. She wasn’t even aware she’d been digging her nails into his shoulders until she heard his hiss of pain.
“Sorry,” she murmured against his lips.
He shook his head. “Never apologize for that. Mark me, sunshine. Give me everything you’ve got, because I sure as hell intend to give you the same.
” He punctuated that pronouncement by kissing the side of her neck for one brief second before sinking his teeth in.
He didn’t break the skin, but he was ensuring she’d have to wear turtlenecks the next few days.
Dean pulled away briefly, both of them sucking in some much-needed air, then he reached behind her, rummaging around to find his jeans on the floor. She watched as he pulled his wallet out of the back pocket, producing a condom.
Vivian shifted lower on his thighs, giving him room to draw the condom over his cock. She made a mental note to call her gynecologist so she could get on birth control. She hadn’t bothered taking the Pill again following Pip’s birth, so certain she would never want to sleep with another man.
She’d been wrong. So, so wrong.