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I can’t even process his words, because the next thing I know, Dean has me in his arms and we’re heading for the house.
I try to leave my feelings in the truck—this needs to be about sex, both of us getting off—but the moment he presses me into the door, my thighs cradling his hips as he looks down at me, his eyes all hooded and sexy, I don’t know if I can.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, his lips moving against mine. “I thought you were gorgeous as a teenager, stunning as a young woman, but now, wrapped around me, I don’t know what I did to get this chance. But I’m not going to screw it up.”
Then his mouth consumes mine just as he has my thoughts. I know he’s about to make me feel all the things I never thought I could.
And most of all, feelings for him.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Kenni
Playful Dean is one of my favorite sides of him. He never fails to have a quick grin and a joke. He has always been the comic relief, and I adore that about him.
But sexy, slutty mustache, dirty-talking Dean?
I’m obsessed.
“Fuck, I love how your thighs feel around me,” he bites out as he digs his fingers into my skin, holding me like I weigh nothing. He pulls down the front of my dress, freeing my breasts before diving in for a mouthful of my left one. I hold on to the back of his neck, threading my fingers through his curls, and I hold his bicep with my other hand. I whimper when he bites my nipple before moving to the other to suck and nip at my flesh. I arch into his mouth, rubbing myself against his thick cock. He moans into my heated skin, and I’m vibrating with need.
“Please, Dean. I want you.”
He releases my nipple with a pop. “You have me.” He nibblesup my chest, sucking my skin and lightly biting before he presses his lips to my mouth. “I’m yours.” Before I can even comprehend his words, his mouth takes mine once again. Then we’re moving. I’m not scared of falling because I know Dean has me. He’d never let anything hurt me. Instead, I clutch him until he lays me back on the bed that smells just like him. The lights are off, but the moonlight fills the room with a stunning glow.
Not that I can appreciate it—I’m fully engrossed in Dean as he gulps up each of my moans.
I welcome his weight, wrapping my legs around his hips as he settles against me. He frames my face in his hands as our mouths play. We taste, we tease, and I swear he swells bigger and bigger by the second. I’m a moaning hot mess, and he’s right there with me. I move my hand between us, needing to feel the weight of him in my hand. I cup him through his jeans and rub the heel of my hand down his length. He moans against my mouth, jerking into my touch before pulling his mouth from mine.
His grin is bright as he leans back, pulling me up with him. “I don’t ever want to stop kissing you.” True to his word, he tries to keep our mouths fused as we quickly undress. I hate to see the white button-down shirt that he had rolled up at his forearms disappear from his body, but the sight beneath it is so much better. He’s all muscle from the hockey he’s played his whole life. He has washboard abs that I know he’s worked hard for, but what really gets me going is the dusting of dark hair along his chest and the trail below his belly button.
Stratford would get waxed?—
I shake my head free of that thought and curse myself softly, but Dean catches it. My dress is on the floor with his shirt so I’m fully naked, but he’s still in his jeans. His fingers pause at the button of his jeans, and he arches a brow. “What’s wrong?”
Our eyes lock, and I can’t lie to him. “I keep comparing you to my ex, and it’s pissing me off.”
He smirks. “Compare me.” His voice is rough, hard, as he flicksopen the button of his jeans. “I know how much better I am.” He pushes down his pants and black boxer briefs, his cock jutting out in all its long, gorgeous glory. He squeezes his base, and I’m left drooling. He cups my jaw, tipping it up so I can meet his gaze. “And if there is a moment when I’m lacking, tell me, KenniLeigh, so I can do better. Because I’m not losing you.”
My mouth parts at his declaration, and my heart jumps into my throat. He strokes his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down so my mouth opens wider. “I want inside this mouth.”
I can only nod as I lean forward, licking my lips and the tip of his thumb. His hand starts to tremble against my jaw as he guides his cock to my lips. I hold his gaze, relishing the dark and dangerous look in his eyes as I lick the tip, his salty taste causing my thighs to clench. He hisses loudly, jerking into my mouth, and I welcome him with gusto. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him to the back of my throat. I bring my hands up to grab his ass, and he clenches under my touch. “Fuuuuuk, Kenni, you look like a dream.”
I hum around his cock, moving up and down his length while my eyes water. Before tears can fall, though, he pulls himself free and shakes his head. “I can’t take it. I’ll be coming down your throat in seconds, and I want to fill you up.”
He starts to cover my body with his, his cock dragging along my thigh, but I can’t enjoy it because my mind is reeling. I press my lips together, my eyes widening, and I pray I don’t ruin this. “You can’t.”
He pauses, his eyes moving from my pussy to my face. “What?”
I chew on my lip. “I’m not on birth control,” I tell him, my heart knocking into my ribs. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in almost eighteen years.”
His brows shoot to his hairline, and I wonder where his hat went. Wow, not the thought I’m supposed to be having, but he was wearing the hat my boys got him. He cages my head between his hands as he leans in, his cock throbbing against my center. It feelsso good, and I want him deep inside me, but we’re going to need a condom.
“So, while I don’t want to talk right now, I’d rather be fucking deep inside you, I need more than just that statement.” I bite my lip as his eyes search mine. “You and that bastard you thought you should marry didn’t have sex?”
Well, that was a loaded sentence. I shake my head. “No. After I had the boys, he said he couldn’t feel anything when he was inside me. He didn’t like the way my stomach was stretched out, which is why I got a tummy tuck. He even tried to get the plastic surgeon to ‘put an extra few stitches’ in my pussy when I was under since he didn’t think the female doctor gave me enough.”
