Page 5 of Scoring Chance
“Yes,” he replied. “I still do.”
Sydney pressed a hand against her chest. Her heart pounded against it. “Why not the courthouse?”
“Because you deserve better,” he replied, “for that day you deserve the expensive white dress, with the dozens of roses, the bridesmaids, and the fancy cake. You deserve picking out the perfect gown that you’re only going to wear once and it’s going to be a pain in the ass for me to remove it. You deserve feeling like a princess and have all of the attention on you. I’m not knocking the courthouse idea but it’s not you.” He briefly paused. “It’s not us.”
Sydney slightly gasped and felt guilt. She wondered in her own haste of the engagement and everything else, if she inadvertently pushed Dean away. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“I had a hand in it,” he replied, “it takes two to tango and I most certainly was leading the dance.”
“Your partner wasn’t too shabby,” Sydney gave a soft grin.
“My partner is everything and more,” he replied.
His voice sent shivers to Sydney’s spine. “I’m glad we got everything out in the open.”
“Me too,” Dean walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. A sensual energy flowed between the couple. “I’m willing to work on everything to get you back, Syd. We’re young, foolish at times, but you’re the only one I want to be with. I love your triumphs and your faults.”
She embraced him. Her body shivered with delight as she felt him pressed against her. He comforted her like an old lover and promised to take care of her – and them – without saying too much. “How do you deal with my immature ass?”
“PS4 and beer,” he laughed before he kissed her temple, “you’re a drama queen but you’re my only queen and I want to be with you forever, Syd.”
She fisted his soft cotton shirt in her hands as he pressed his muscular body against hers. God, he felt so amazing. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, protecting her from all harm.
She felt his warm breath on her neck as his thumbs circled her waist. She was a fool thinking he could be replaced with anyone and no one could compare. His deep voice vibrated against her earlobe and all Sydney could do was think about how much she’d missed him moaning in her ear. “Dean…” His name came out like a breathless whisper.
“Shhh…” He softly kissed her cheek, nuzzling his beard against her skin. He’d missed nuzzling against her from behind and looked forward to doing it again. “We’ll go slow this time and at your pace. I jumped the gun and moved you in, proposed to you too soon, and I just want us to have fun with each other with no hangups. I want you to fully concentrate on your art and once things slow down, we’ll go back to planning for the wedding. I don’t want to be a distraction in your life ever again.”
It was a miracle from God that Sydney maintained her composure before Dean. As she felt his lips skim across her jawline, Sydney became hungry for him. She looked up and swept her lips across his as Dean returned the favor. He gently moved his tongue inside, letting him drink from her; exploring the sweetness of her mouth.
She softly moaned as they slowly continued. His lips were soft and perfect like she’d remembered. His tongue was eager yet gentle. Dean showed powerful restraint while Sydney felt like she barely hung on. Breathless moans escaped her mouth and her body wound up like a clock.
Every emotion she’d ever felt for the man standing in front of her, slammed into her like a Mack truck. Joy, relief, arousal, and happiness. The most important one, however, made a strong debut:
Love.
It comforted her like a worn blanket on a cold winter’s night. His hands and lips protected her from harm. The tension once held between her shoulders had evaporated and replaced with sudden and permanent euphoria.
She hated how much she loved him, as if she would never find a love like that again. She hated how much she needed him, like if he was her air.
She needed his touch. His love. His…everything.
Sydney also knew they needed to wait. No more rushing into bed. No more immature arguments about little things. They needed to work on themselves and for each other.
She finally pulled back from him as he rested his forehead against hers. “You’re my greatest distraction.” She whispered.
