Chapter 36
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
JUNE
Dean runs a finger across my thigh, and I shudder. “You’re shaking.” He stares up at me. “Is this alright?”
I nod.
“I need you to tell me yes or no, June.”
How is this so sexy? The way he looks at me sets me on fire, the way he reins himself in, makes sure I’m comfortable.
I love it.
An incomprehensible noise comes out of me when his warm mouth meets the inside of my thigh.
His hands track down my legs, fingers running lightly over all the sore spots. Carefully, gently, his big hands make quick work of unstrapping the pretty black shoes. I close my eyes, savoring every touch, wanting to live in this moment.
His hands rub against my thighs. More, I want more.
“June? You didn’t answer.”
“Yes. I want you. Please.”
He unleashes himself, gripping my ass with both hands, hoisting me up so I can wrap my legs around him. Off. I need his coat off. Right. Now.
I press a kiss to the rasping beard on his throat as I tug it off.
The shirt next . I need to see his chest, that sculpted muscle. I pull at it, feral, and the top button pops off.
“Oops.”
Dean laughs, setting me down and quickly unbuttoning the rest. My gaze lingers as he reveals his perfect torso beneath.
“So, like, do you work out all day? Is that part of the job?” I trace the edge of his muscle, and it ripples under my touch.
“I work out a lot. Why, do you like it?” He flexes his arms, and I tilt my head, a hand at my chin. Pretending to consider.
“It’s alright.”
“Alright?!” Mock indignation colors his voice.
“It’ll do.” I shrug, feeling the weight of his gaze on my breasts.
“You’ll pay for that one.” Shirtless, he gathers me back in his arms, only the thin silk of the dress separating our bodies.
His lips part, pupils dilated. He finds my nipples through the thin fabric, and he rolls them expertly between his fingers until I moan and squirm against him.
“More.”
He dips his head to my chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue through the fabric.
I’m aching. I’ve wanted him since the minute I laid eyes on him, and I’m dripping wet already in anticipation.
“I need more, Dean,” I tell him, already coming undone. “I need you inside me. Now.”
My legs tremble against him.
“No, princess. I’m not going to fuck you like an animal the first time. I’m going to take my time with you. You’re not going to want anyone else after me.”
I snort, but it’s not funny. “Is that right?” My voice is shaky.
Cradling my head, he lays me back on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows, tracing, my cheekbone with a thumb.
“I’ve been dreaming about what you’d look like in bed. You’re even better than anything I could imagine.”
My chest tightens, desire winding through me, hot and needy. I reach for him, and he meets me halfway, our mouths gentle at first, until need wins out. I’m on fire, and I wasn’t lying to him: I need more, and I need it faster.
He goes achingly slow, peppering kisses across my neck, my collarbone, tracing a path back to my lips.
I raise my hips against him, craving the pressure of his cock, trying to find release. “Dean,” I plead.
He breaks the kiss.
“You said you’d make me scream. I don’t want it slow. I want you. Now.”
That cocky grin reappears, and he tugs my dress up. I wriggle on the bed, helping him pull it over my head.
His expression grows hotter.
“You’re not wearing the underwear.”
“No.”
“You didn’t like them?”
“I didn’t want to wear any.”
His eyes darken and I reach down, rubbing my hand against the hard length of him.
“You were going to go to dinner without underwear.”
I nod and he squeezes his eyes shut, his cock throbbing against my palm. I stroke it again and he groans, pressing into me.
Opening his eyes, he stares at me.
“You’re so beautiful.” I stroke him again. “I’m so lucky, June. I want you to enjoy this.” His sudden, devilish grin makes me gasp, my core clenching on nothing.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
He rubs a finger along my lips and I open my mouth, sucking on it. He groans, and I release his finger. My own fingers move up, and I unbuckle his belt as fast as I freaking can.
He palms my breasts again before sucking at the tips, making me moan and arch off the bed.
“You like that, June?”
“Not enough,” I gasp out, though I swear, the man has me close already.
A low growl reverberates in his chest at the challenge, and I let out a yelp as he shoves my knees wide, licking along my exposed pussy.
“You taste so fucking good, princess,” he tells me. “So wet for me. Such a pretty pussy, just like the rest of you.”
He looks up at me between long licks, and I’m about to die.
I’m babbling, my hands tangling in his hair, pressing him close, urging him to do more.
His tongue circles my clit, and when he sucks on it, slowly increasing pressure, the room around me explodes in light and heat.
Someone’s yelling.
It takes me a minute to realize it was me.
“You came so good for me.” He’s kissing down my thighs again. “Screamed and everything, princess.”
I make an incoherent noise. A sheen of sweat shines on my chest, and I gasp as Dean’s fingers slide inside me, stretching me.
“So fucking tight and perfect.”
“Dean, Dean,” I mutter, and I’m not sure if it’s a curse or a prayer as he lowers his mouth to me again. He crooks his fingers as he sucks my clit, and his name turns to a stream of panting curses as I come again, the second orgasm hitting me hard and fast, leaving me incredibly breathless.
Dean must have used his own treasure map to make that happen. I grin down at him. “No one’s ever found that spot before.”
“I’m going to ruin you for any other man. You’re mine, now, June.”
“Okay,” I agree. “Keep doing that and you might kill me, though.”
“You want me to stop?” He’s got that cocky grin on his face, his lips shining with my wetness.
It should not be that sexy.
It is.
“No. Don’t you dare,” I tell him. “I want the rest. Get in me.”
He finds a condom in record time, and I stare at him like a pervert while he slicks it over himself.
I can’t stop creeping on him. It’s like they made him at a Build-A-Man Workshop just for me. Yes, please, I’d like the one shaped like a Dorito.
“See something you like, princess?”
“Yes, and I want it now.” I make gimmee hands at him, and he huffs a laugh before climbing over me.
His big body pressing tight against mine, and I savor each sensation, all my nerves raw and ready.
“Mine,” he says, kissing my earlobe. He thrusts, and we both cry out as he seats himself fully inside me.
He pulls out and I claw at his back, absolutely out of control now.
It feels right to give it up to him.
“Had to get that perfect pussy ready for me,” he says, his voice hoarse and low.
His beard tickles my cheek, and he kisses me hard as he rocks into me.
He’s big, really big, and I feel stretched and delicious in all the right places, and I swear, his dirty encouragement is making it even better.
I didn’t know I was into that.
“Keep talking,” I moan. “I like it.”
“Yeah, you fucking do, because you were made for me, June, made to be my princess. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He thrusts deep and I cry out at the force, hiking my legs higher around him. “You want to take me so deep, don’t you? So fucking perfect.”
His dark eyes are wild.
I need him, oh my god, so badly. I grip his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, to make him go faster.
He does, and I’m so close. “So close.”
“Fuck, June.”
He lowers his head, and when his hot mouth clamps over my nipple again, I shatter into a million pieces.