Page 25 of When We Collide

“I think you already know the answer to that, Lieutenant,” I reply, cocking my head to the side and raising a brow. Dean’s smirk turns sinful as he licks his lips, his front teeth sinking into his lower lip while he stares avidly into my eyes.

“Fuck, I’ve really missed hearing you call me that,” Dean admits with a groan, his hands skimming over the outside of my bear thighs, and they tremble under his touch. “But I’m no longer a Lieutenant. I’m a Squadron Leader now, so technically it’sCaptain.”

I can feel my face twisting in displeasure.Captain?Huh, I wonder when he got promoted. Was it before or after they faked his death? Obviously, I want to be happy that he’s making his way up in the ranks, but after everything I’ve been through the past year I can’t even muster up a speck of joy for him right now. I’m still feeling so overwhelmed and angry. “Well,Captain…” I utter, lifting my leg and pressing my foot against his chest when he moves to lean over me. “I know you don’t think I’m just going to roll over and have sex with you.”

Dean curls his fingers around my ankle, lifts my foot to his lips and presses a kiss to the top while keeping his gaze locked on mine. “Come on baby, it’s us. Of course I don’t. I know you well enough to expect some form of resistance, possibly a fight, before we get to that part.”

I shoot him a scathing look from my place on the bed, acutely aware of my nakedness from the waist down. “This isn’t a joke, Dean,” I huff, attempting to retrieve my leg from his grip. But he holds on tight, keeping my foot in place. “Don't you thinkwe have more pressing issues than sex right now?” I reason, my frustration mounting.

“Those issues will still be there tomorrow, JJ,” Dean counters calmly, gesturing towards the bedroom door. “But tonight, we're leaving them behind that door.” It's then that I notice the exhaustion etched into his features and his words strike a chord within me. I’ve become all too familiar with the weight of burdens and the need for a temporary escape. “Because I've been drowning in problems for the past year,” he continues, “I need a breather, JJ. And the only place I know I can breathe easy is with you.” My defences crumble at his vulnerability. While I look up at him, I remember all the pain I suffered after I lost him, and I find myself nodding in agreement. I’ve spent so long fixating on my own suffering that I’ve not even acknowledged how much he has suffered and sacrificed forme.

It honestly feels like the weight of the world has been pressing down on me, and I’m desperate for a moment of respite to finally breathe. And the only place I can do that is with him, too. The unknowns of tomorrow loom over us like a dark cloud, but for now, I push them aside and allow myself this night with him. Even if it's all we'll have, I'll cling tightly to these fleeting moments.

“Can we forget everything else outside that door and be us for a little while?” he questions, lifting his hand to caress my cheek. I turn my face into his touch and keep my eyes on his while I nod.

“Take me to the stars, Captain.” I whisper and wrinkle my nose when it doesn’t quite sit right. Dean’s face twists as well and he shakes his head, clearly sharing my thoughts. “I don’t think I like your new title. It doesn’t feel…”

Dean smiles and shakes his head. “I know, try again.”

“Take me to the stars,Lieutenant.” Dean’s chest rises and falls when he draws in a deep breath and when I press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, I feel his pulse quicken under my lips. Dean’s fingers curl at the nape of my neck and he pulls me up, so I’m on my knees and his mouth comes crashing down on mine.

As our lips remain locked in a passionate embrace, Dean's hands begin to roam over my body. They find the hem of my top and slowly peel it up over my breasts, breaking the kiss for just a moment to discard it before returning to mine with renewed fervour. The slow, yet intense nature of our kiss only ignites the fire within me, each languid stroke of his tongue eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from my lips. There's something about Dean that sets my body aflame, like an inexplicable, intoxicating chemical reaction whenever we're together.

My own hands wander down from his strapping chest, tracing every line and bulge of muscle until they reach the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. With deliberate slowness, I tug them down until they pool at his ankles, and he kicks them off entirely.

Dean's arms, firm and unyielding, wrap tightly around me like a steel cage. He presses his lips hungrily against mine, pulling me into his embrace as he crawls onto the bed with a primal grace. My body trembles under the weight of him as he settles on top of me, every inch of our skin touching in a heated embrace. Our kisses are desperate but passionate, our need for each other driving us to new heights.

As our breaths become ragged and urgent, we reluctantly break away from the kiss. But our lips remain connected, still touching as we gasp for air. Dean's desire is evident as he grinds his rock-hard length against me. I arch my back, seeking more contact and eliciting a deep groan from Dean that only fuels my own desire.

“Are you still mine, JJ?” Dean whispers, his voice laced with desire as he grinds his rock-hard length against me. The delicious friction of his erection gliding over my engorged clit sends a shockwave of pleasure pulsing through my body.

“I could never be anyone else's.” I respond breathlessly, lifting my hips to meet him in an instinctive rhythm. My fingers thread through his hair as I pull him closer, wanting more of him. A deep guttural groan erupts from Dean at my proclamation, his carnal desire evident in the way he presses himself against me even harder. “My heart, my soul and my entire being will always be yours, Lieutenant.”

“And mine yours, baby girl,” Dean affirms with a deep sincerity that resonates through both of us before his lips claim mine once again in a searing kiss. Our passion ignites like wildfire, quickly consuming us both as we become lost in each other.

Dean’s mouth travels down my neck, kisses a path down to my breasts, stopping to tease and suck my nipples. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I arch up into him with a quiet moan. Everything feels so familiar, his touch, his kiss, the sounds he makes; it’s like no time has passed at all. He’s still as intoxicating as ever.

As my eyelids slowly open, I watch him with a mixture of longing and disquiet as Dean’s lips move down my stomach, pausing at the spot where a faint pink scar rests just above my bikini line—a reminder of the emergency c-section that brought our son into this world. Just to the left of it lies another scar, from the surgery I had after I had been struck by that car. My once flawless body is now marred by these marks, each one a visible testimony to the struggles and sacrifices made in the name of our love. They are my battle scars, reminders of how close I came to losing everything for the person lying on top of me.

As Dean’s fingers trail along each scar, I feel a warmth spread through my body. His touch is gentle, careful, as if he's afraid to hurt me. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands against my fingertips while he looks up at me, his gaze brimming with a concoction of gratitude, a hint of sorrow and longing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

Tears spring to my eyes when it hits me that neither of us were there to witness our only child coming into the world. “I know,” is about all I can manage in that moment. I didn’t want to relive the horrors of my pregnancy or how close I came to losing DJ as well.

Leaning up, I cup his face and pull him up, kissing him deeply. Dean groans, as he crawls over me, his knee pushing my thighs apart as he settles himself between my legs. God, we fit so perfectly together, it’s maddening. “Honey, you know damn well I don’t skip courses.” Dean murmurs against my lips. “I’m fucking starving for a taste of you, so be a good girl, spread your legs and let Daddy eat,” Biting my lip I watch as he lifts my legs into the air, pushes them apart and scoops my arse off the bed as he dives right in. My legs rest on his muscular shoulders and there is no way of containing my moan when his tongue glides through my already soaked cleft and flicks my clit.

“Ohn, f-fuck.” My fingers curl into the bed covers and my thighs tremble every time his tongue skims or circles over my clit. “Dean…” I whimper, pressing the back of my other hand to my mouth to smother my cries of pleasure.

It’s been too long since I’ve been touched so everything feels like it’s heightened. Dean pulls my hand away from my mouth with a growl as he continues to suck on my clit. “Tsk, tsk, baby girl,” Dean tuts, “You know better, you don’t stifle your moans with me, let me fucking hear you.”

God, I want to, I want to scream. My body is on fire, craving release, but the thought of Oscar overhearing us holds me back. The guilt gnaws at the back of my mind, stifling my cries of pleasure until Dean feeds two fingers into me, and stimulates my g-spot while his tongue works his magic on my clit, and I feel the last of my control slip through my fingers.

The sneaky bastard still knows just how to manipulate my body to his whim, his skilled fingers and tongue tracing every sensitive spot. It doesn't take long until I feel that familiar sensation building up in my groin, a slow burn that starts at the base of my spine and spreads throughout my body like wildfire. I can't help but cry out as Dean's mouth works its magic, his hair fisted tightly in my hands as I grind my hips against him. “Oh God, yes!” I moan, pleasure coursing through me like electricity. “Uhhh, yes, Dean, I'm coming.” And with one final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, I come undone. I hit the peak of my orgasm.

My entire body stiffens and for a moment, I forget to breathe as waves of intense pleasure crash over me and I explode around him, chanting his name like a damn mantra.

Dean hums in delight while he drinks up my arousal, and I go limp in his arms, savouring the aftereffects of my climax. Shit, I forgot how damn good it feels to surrender to pleasure and how much I’ve missed having sex.Especially with him.

My body hasn’t even fully recovered before he releases his grip on my hips and with my legs—which are still shaking—draped over his shoulders he leans over and presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck baby,” Dean pants, his voice raw with desire. “One lifetime isn't enough to fully appreciate the taste of your divine cunt.” He whispers as he peppers kisses along my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly suck on it,tasting myself on him. A low moan escapes from deep within him and I can't help but let out a satisfied sigh in response.

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