Page 49 of Take A Number
“Now you’ll never have to find out.” He flings off his glasses and steps closer, dipping his head to kiss the mounds of cleavage created by my push-up bra. His voice is deep and gravelly as he murmurs, “You taste as good as you look, sugar.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
My breath catches when he grabs my breasts greedily in his hands and pins me with a look. “I’ve never meant it more than right now.”
My lips form a thin line as I nod to his chest. “Your turn.”
His brows furrow. “My turn?”
“I’m in my underwear…so you should be too.”
He shakes his head like I’m some silly puppy in need of training. “Norah, you’re not controlling this tonight.”
“Say what?”
“You control every other aspect of your life. Let me have this.”
He steps forward, pinning me in place with his chocolatey eyes, and reaches behind me, unfastening the several clasps of my longline bra. I gasp when the air hits my bare nipples, but Dean doesn’t look at them. Instead, he continues watching my face as he skates his fingers up my belly and slowly circles each of my breasts one at a time.
My hands clench into fists as I silently will him to just fucking bend me over the couch or something already. Do I need to remind him it’s been a year?
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he croaks, his breath hot on my ear as he nuzzles it.
“What?” I question, my head falling back at the heady sensation of his whiskers on my flesh.
“Letting go.”
I sway in my heeled boots. “Dean,” I moan when he finally grazes my hardened nub and rolls it firmly between his fingers.
“What do you want, sugar?” he asks, leaning in and pressing his lips to my throat in long, sensual kisses.
“I want sex,” I state honestly. “Now. It’s been too long. We need to hurry this along.”
Dean tsks and moves his lips to the other side of my neck, paying special attention to my shoulder as he murmurs, “I want to savor this, Norah. Let me get to know your body first.”
He backs me up and slowly lays me on the bed, careful of my tender ass as he pulls off my boots and his lips explore my body—my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Definitely my breasts.
I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but the combination of his lips and that trim beard on my body is doing crazy things to my libido.
He finally returns to my lips, and I grab his face and wrap my legs around his hips to pull him on top of me. I need to feel his weight against me. I want to touch his dick and see if he’s…
“Not yet,” he says, moving to my side and propping himself on his elbow as he caresses his fingers along my stomach. “I need to see if you’re ready.”
I hit him with an unamused look. “Take your pants off and find out.”
Dean smiles, pressing his face into the blanket as his entirely-clothed body shakes with laughter. “You’re so bossy.”
“It’s the lingerie,” I reply and curl into him while reaching for the button on his jeans.
“You’re not in charge right now.” He grabs my hand and stills it. “Lie back again.”
I suck in a deep breath while he slowly drags his fingers along my hip bone and teases the hem of my panties. He watches me hungrily as I writhe on the bed in anticipation. When he finally steals his fingers inside the fabric and gives my center one gentle swipe, I practically preen like a cat.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He growls an approving noise.
“I could have told you that.” I level him with a look, my arousal-drunk eyes blinking slowly at him before I gasp and arch off the bed.
Dean plunged a thick, long finger inside me without warning, and oh my God, this is where I die.
