Page 86 of Starting Over with You
He threads his fingers through my hair, and I lean into his touch while our foreheads rest against each other’s. I close my eyes, breathing him in as the night sky surrounds us in such warm comfort. The insects are singing, the lightning bugs are flying, and I’m fully engrossed in this man.
“What do you want, Dean?” I whisper, almost scared to voice my question. “What does this thing between us look like to you?”
He kisses my left cheek. “You in my house.” He kisses my right cheek. “You in my bed.” He kisses my nose. “You by my side.” He kisses my top lip and then the bottom, and slowly, his lips move along mine as he says, “To make you happy every single day.”
Our eyes flit back and forth together as the heaviness of his words hits me like a ten-thousand-pound boulder. My heart beats in tandem with his, my chest rising and falling against his before my eyes slowly drift shut. The soft melody of “Don’t Mind if I Do” by Riley Green and Ella Langley fills the air, and without realizing it, we’re swaying. It’s not like how we danced at the bar or how we did when we were kids. No, this feels much more raw.
He has one hand in my hair, while the other is wrapped around one of mine against his chest. I hold the belt loop of his cargos as we sway, two souls lost in the lyrics that touch every fiber of our beings. The longing in the song, the pining… Jesus, he’s right. These songs could be our love songs.
I get lost in the greens and blues of his eyes as I sing the last chorus to him, fighting for breath when he mouths the words right back to me. As the melody ends, I tell him what my heart desires.
“I want you, Dean.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
Dean
Kenni doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I tug her with me as I open the door to my truck, grabbing the box of condoms I bought on my way to work. I shake them at her, and her laughter is intoxicating as I pull her into the station.
“We can’t do this here!” she whisper-yells, and I give her a look that leaves no room for discussion.
“We can, and we will.”
She doesn’t put up a lick of a fight as I hustle her past the fire truck to the little door that holds all our gear. I almost take her on the truck, have her ride me for a core memory later, but four volunteers are on duty tonight, and I need her all to myself. We have a lot to talk about, but there is something so fucking sexy about her lips moving against mine, her eyes trained on mine as she sings words I have been singing for weeks with her in mind. I can’t begin to express how great it was to see her get out of the car. I don’t care that it’s the middle of the night; I couldn’t sleep because I felt things between us weren’t what I wanted them to be.
I could have called or texted, but I wanted to say what I had to say in person.
Now, I’m going to ravish my woman.
I drag her into the room, using her body to shut the door before I slam my mouth to hers. She threads her fingers through my hair as I drop the condoms to the floor, grab her by the backs of her knees, and hoist her up against the door. Her thighs cradle my hips as fire helmets clank to the floor, bouncing around, but our kiss is unstoppable. Her skirt isn’t formfitting, so it’s easy for me to find her soft flesh, kneading it and pulling her ass cheeks apart. I get lost in her kiss. Her fingernails bite into my scalp as she rolls her hips along my hardening cock, leaving me panting against her mouth.
“You are everything, Kenni,” I murmur against her lips. “I want only you.”Forever, but I leave that part off. I can’t show her all my cards yet; I feel like she’ll run for the hills. She licks my lips, and I groan into her mouth when she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth.
Her eyes are sinful, dark, and delicious as she whispers, “You’re gonna get us caught.”
“No way. I can control myself.”
Her lips tip up, challenge burning in those baby blues. She pushes my chest back, then shimmies down my body to put her feet on the floor. She kicks off her shoes, then pulls off her dress to show she’s only wearing a barely there thong. My mouth is dry as she slowly lowers to her knees, cupping her breasts as she rolls her pink nipples between her fingers. She looks like a fucking goddess.
“Kenni,” I breathe, and she gives me a dirty grin.
She reaches for my pants, undoing them with a flick of her thumb before pushing them and my boxers down my legs. She grips my base, squeezing me to the point of delicious pain and forcing me to hiss sharply. Her eyes dance as she licks my leaking tip, and I’m not responsible for the noise that leaves my lips.
A whimper.
A sob.
A laugh.
Fuck, you got me. And hell, she’s got me by the balls.
Literally.
She licks her lips. “You gotta be quiet for me.”
