Page 48 of Take A Number
I nod. “I’m okay. It hurt…but it was kind of a good hurt…like a deep tissue massage from a really big guy named Sven.”
Dean’s chest vibrates with laughter. “Want me to do it again?”
“God, no!” I pull out of his touch. “Are you a sadist?”
He laughs and steps toward me, his body bowing over mine as he cradles my cheeks gently in his hands. “I’m kidding. Come here.”
He lowers his mouth and kisses me deeply again, putting me right back into the moment and forgetting all about the horrid pain in my derriere. His tongue swirls with mine as lust begins to squeeze my insides. His right hand skates up my ribs as he gently caresses my breast.
“How about here…can I touch you here?” He bites his lip and watches his hand squeeze my C cup before his thumb glides over the top of my still hard nipple.
I nod my head and exhale a shaky breath. “Yes, you can touch me there.”
He turns me around in one quick motion, his hands sliding up my body to cup both of my breasts as he kneads them possessively. “Do you like my hands on you, sugar tits?”
I nod slowly, feeling totally drugged out with arousal and the view of his hands on me. “Yes.”
One hand moves downward to tease my clit over my dress. “Do you want to say fuck this scavenger hunt and let me take you to bed?” he asks, his voice hot and gruff in my ear.
My head turns to look up at him. “God, yes!”
He smiles and kisses me on the cheek. “Good, because I never set a timer.”
In a breath, Dean steps back and grabs the gnome while yanking me by the arm out of the dark alcove and back toward the door we came through earlier. My body feels like a live wire that could go off at any second. I can’t remember any man’s touch lighting me up the way Dean’s does. Granted, there haven’t been that many men in my life, but I think there might be some serious perks to having sex with a mountain manwhore. Dean clearly knows how to touch a woman—confident and sensual while still surprisingly intimate. I wonder if he’s like this with all the women he’s been with?
Bad segue. Very bad segue. Just stay in the moment, Norah. Don’t think about Dean’s other conquests. This is just sex…sex that you need in your life.
As soon as we make it to our bedroom door, Kate emerges from her own darkened corner. “Done with the hunt already?” she asks, pinning us both with a pointed look as she glances at the gnome in Dean’s hands.
We pause awkwardly, looking at each other for a quick excuse. “We just…need to brainstorm,” I mumble at the same time Dean says something about flashlights.
Flashlights? What the hell?
Kate smiles victoriously. “I think this series is going to be a best seller!”
Dean rolls his eyes and wrenches open the door, calling out good night as he places the gnome in front of our room and unapologetically slams the door in Kate’s face. He spins me into his body, his lips finding mine again as his hands work their way up the skirt of my dress. “Please tell me Rachael packed you more naughty lingerie.”
I smile and silently remind myself to give Rachael a raise on Monday as Dean peels my dress over my head to reveal the matching pale pink bustier and panties.
“Fuck,” Dean growls reverently as he stares at my body on full display for him like he’s trying to memorize it. Moisture pools between my legs as a hungry look casts over his features. “Did Rachael buy all this stuff for you, or is this from your personal collection?”
“It’s mine.” I cover my stomach nervously. “But admittedly, I would have packed more modestly for this weekend…because, well…I didn’t expectthisto happen.”
Dean’s dark, liquid eyes hit me with a curious glint. “All this sexy underwear deserves to be worn, Norah.”
“I do wear it,” I reply crisply while stabbing a finger into his meaty chest. “It’s a feminine power thing.”
Dean bites his lip and grabs my hand, combing our fingers together between us. “What does that mean exactly?”
“It’s something I read years ago.” I tilt my head to watch his reaction. “Experts said wearing a Superman T-shirt under your clothes made wearers feel more confident and powerful in business. I figured if a Superman shirt gave men big-dick energy, sexy lingerie could do the same for women. I’ve been wearing stuff like this ever since.”
Dean blinks slowly as his brows pinch together. “Are you trying to tell me you’re in stuff like this under that baker’s parka you wear?”
“Pretty much.” I glance down to play with the vertical ribbing along my rib cage. “I have drawers full of this stuff. You don’t want to know how much I’ve spent over the years. But hey, that big-dick energy has grown my business immensely, so it clearly works.”
Dean stares at me with a sort of fond look on his face and then shakes his head dismissively. “Had I known you had this going on under that tarp you wear, I would have tried a lot harder.”
I bark out a laugh. “If that was you taking it easy, I don’t want to know what trying hard would have looked like.”
