Page 98 of Take A Number
He reaches over and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. “That will be awesome for you.”
I turn my face into his hand to kiss his palm. “I’m thinking Denver should be settled in a month, and then I can probably book my flight.” I narrow my eyes at him and add, “Do you really want to come out and visit me?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he replies with a frown and puffs his chest out like a caveman. “I’m not letting your sexy ass run the streets of Paris alone.”
“Is that right?” I can’t stop smiling.
“Yes,” he growls and grabs my waist, pulling me onto his lap to straddle him. His eyes burn with possession as he adds, “I’ll give you space to do your thing, but not too much.”
“That sounds good.” I splay my hands out on his chest and lean down to brush my lips against his, wondering how I could ever want space from this man. I pull back and murmur into his ear. “You might be sick of me in a month anyway.”
“You might be sick of me,” he volleys back, letting out a little groan as he tastes my neck and slips his hands under the back of my shirt.
I inhale his perfect scent as though it was made just for me. “I doubt that.”
“I doubt that too.”
He undoes the clasp of my bra with very little effort, and my nipples are hard as stone as my breasts point directly at what I want. I straighten on his lap as he pulls my top and bra off and growls when his eyes feast on my breasts. He tosses his glasses to the side before leaning in to suck each nipple into his mouth in long, luxurious kisses. His chin whiskers cause delicious prickles to alight all over my chest as I grab his head and pull him closer.
“Dean,” I moan as my hips gyrate on his lap, my panties soaking with arousal as he continues worshipping my breasts, his hands clutching my sides possessively. “Dean,” I cry out again and pull his face up to look at me before I say, “Make love to me.”
“God, yes,” he croaks, and suddenly, he stands, holding me around his waist as he makes his way down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Dean drops me onto the bed and makes quick work of his clothes and the rest of mine. He crawls over me and kisses me fiercely, possessively, his lips reacquainting themselves with mine as his silky erection slides between us.
“I need you inside me,” I beg against his lips.
“One more kiss,” he says, rubbing his nose against my cheek before finding my lips again. “God, I missed you,” he growls as he pulls away and positions his tip between my legs.
“I missed you too,” I groan out as he drives into me hard and fast, stilling inside me like he wants to lie here and live for a while.
My hands clutch his back as I will him to move, and he gets the message. He pumps in and out slow and steady, moving his mouth to kiss my neck and collarbone and any other part of my body he can reach while still remaining firmly connected down below.
Our cries of passion fill the room as we both succumb to the coiled tension inside us. When I shatter around him, I grip his back so hard I’m certain I’ll leave bruises, and at the same time, he swells inside me and then shudders his own release.
We both heave for breaths together, and I can’t help the contented smile that lifts the corners of my mouth.
Dean pulls back and looks at me, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “You happy, sugar lips?”
“Definitely,” I reply, wrapping my legs tighter around him and wishing we could stay in this moment forever.
“Want to go again?”
“Definitely.”
A few months later
“Dean!” Norah’s voice calls out from behind me, and I turn away from the luggage carousel to see her running toward me, full steam ahead. I drop my carry-on in time to catch her as she barrels into my chest, arms tight around my neck, legs snug around my hips.
She’s like my own little spider monkey.
I band my arms around her waist and turn my freshly shaven face into her neck and hair to inhale deeply. Thank fuck Paris hasn’t changed her scent.God I’ve missed this smell.
I’ve missed this woman.
It’s been two months since she left Boulder, and I only had six weeks with her before she left. It wasn’t enough. I didn’t come close to getting sick of her. Not even when she talked me into staying with her in Denver when the bakery ended up requiring more of her time than she originally anticipated.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re actually here!” she cries into my shoulder, her body shaking against mine.
