Page 56 of Remember (Symbols of Love 2)

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“Stay with me tonight,” Dean says as we stand next to his car, his breath hot on my ear. He has me caged in with both of his arms and his eyes are pools of endless temptation and fire as they pin me in place.

We went to eat at a Tex Mex place across from All Fired Up when we were done. The two margaritas I had with my meal have caused me to lose ALL my inhibitions.

“Yes,” I rasp out. I am lost in a whirlpool of Dean—lust, alcohol and my own desire to experience things I’ve only ever dreamed of.

We get into the car and drive to his hotel. Our hands are linked during the entire drive over, and stay that way until we enter his suite.

As soon as the door is shut, he backs me against the door.

One of his hands floats down my body gently and then with a rough grab of my hip, pulls me against him. I feel his erection, hard and large, against my stomach and I can’t . . . I can’t get close enough.

“Dean,” I whisper, my chest heaves like I’ve been running. I feel wild in my desire for him.

“I know what you want, baby. I know what you need. I can fucking smell it on you.”

He starts to trace a trail of kisses down my neck, hot, open mouthed kisses that cause me to grow wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. He stops at my breast and through the silk of my blouse and the lace of my bra, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

There is no inhibition, and my groan is deep and long as the sensations shoot from my breast to my core and leave me almost too weak to stand.

He doesn’t move to my other breast, rather continues his descent down until he's kneeling in front of me. He presses his nose to my center and pulls in a deep breath.

He stoops over and yanks my boots off my feet, throwing them over his shoulder without even glancing to see where they might fall. Then he reaches up, unbuttons my jeans and in one swift and hard pull, they and my underwear are down my legs and flying over his shoulders after my shoes.

“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you. I’ve been fucking my fist thinking about you sitting on my face.”

He looks up at me with a devilish grin on his face. He sits, puts his hands on my hips, and pulls me to his mouth.

I whimper at the first touch of his tongue to my clit.

My hand goes into his hair, wanting to hold him in place as his tongue plays a concerto on me.

Suddenly, he lays back, pulling me with him, and I'm sitting on his face, hands braced on the edge of the bed that is right behind us. He uses his hands to spread my legs and I feel his tongue inside of me, probing me while his thumb presses on the bundle of nerves that feels like it holds every secret the universe has about me.

He rubs, and licks and then his mouth replaces his thumb and he sucks my clit into his mouth. It is exquisite, causing my body to move on its own. I have no control over my thrusting, begging hips, and all I know is the orgasm I'm chasing.

It feels like I'm dying and being born again. My orgasm explodes out of a spiral of tension at the center of my body, and I'm screaming as I come and grind myself into his mouth as he holds me to him, as if he can’t bear to let me go.

I don’t have a chance to recover before Dean picks me up and moves me down his body. He whips his shirt off his head and wipes his face. I blush.

“Sorry. I got carried away,” I say to him as I attempt to shift off his lap.

“No, you didn’t. But you’re about to.” That mischievous grin is back and I smile back, confused but amused.

His grip on me tightens and then in a display of strength that leaves my mind boggled, he wraps my legs around his waist and stands up. Stands up. Like he was getting up without my one hundred forty-pound frame wrapped around him.

He turns me around and lays me down on the bed. His eyes roam my face as he reaches down and pulls my blouse over my head.

He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra and then pulls it off.

And when I see the way his eyes light up as he looks me up and down, I feel like a goddess.

“Milly,” he breathes and I gasp again.

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