Page 38 of It's Only Love

“Why?”

He shook his head, shoving his hand through his hair. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, but she wasn’t backing down, they were long overdue a reckoning and it was happening now.

“I asked why Dean?”

His arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped in surprise and grabbed hold of his broad shoulders to steady herself. He dipped his head and nuzzled down the side of her neck and inhaled deeply.

“God, you smell so good,” he rumbled, licking over her thudding pulse and she moaned, heat rushing to her core. What was he doing? Was this actually happening? Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts that all disappeared when he palmed her ass and pulled her flush against him. He squeezed her flesh hard then eased his grip, massaging away the sting. She gasped again when she felt his hard arousal pressing into her through his jeans, with his other hand he cupped her jaw, tilting her head to look him in the eye.

“What are you doing?” she breathed. He stared into her eyes and she was gone. His were wild, so dark and stormy with desire and she lost herself in them.

“Kissing you,” he murmured, before he dipped his head and covered her mouth with his. It was the same as the last time, hot, dirty, everything she needed, but never expected to get from this man. His hand applied pressure to her jaw and she opened up, rolling her tongue into his waiting mouth. He tasted like rich wine and dark nights, a heady combination. He pulled back and stared down at her, his pupils blown wide, black gobbling up the stormy blue. Her breath caught in her throat, she didn’t know why this was happening, only that it was and she never wanted it to end.

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She tasted like candy, the sweetest taste he had ever known and was immediately addicted. He lowered his head for another taste and she rose up on her tiptoes, lacing her arms around his neck and pressing herself into him. Their lips crashed together with burning need and fierce frenzy. She nipped at his mouth and sucked on his tongue, making his eyes roll backwards beneath the closed lids. She pulled away and he instantly mourned the loss of her.

She kissed down his neck and fit her lips over his pounding pulse and sucked hard, pulling a groan from him. He found her mouth again, grinding his hips into her core, wringing a moan from her throat, the sweetest sound he ever heard. He ground against her, pure need driving him, he needed to hear her moan again, needed her naked in his bed, her scent surrounding him, her body aching with desire, wet and open for him and only him. The strength of his need scared him, he had never desired someone like this before and all from a kiss, but he needed more.

He moved his hands to cover her breasts, her nipples already hard, reaching for him through the fabric. He stroked his thumbs across the hard peaks and felt her shiver, her breathing turned heavy. He pulled back from the kiss, eager to see what she looked like while he played with her. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, nails digging in and he reveled in the pleasure pain feeling. He worked the swollen tips, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Her head tipped back, eyes closed in bliss, her tongue swiping over her swollen lips. He dipped his head and kissed along her collarbone, his hands leaving her breasts only to pull the top of her shirt to the side, exposing more of her creamy skin.

“Dean,” she sighed as he pulled the material down over her shoulders, kissing the skin he was unveiling. His cock twitched hard at the sound of his name uttered in such pleasure. As cute as her outfit was, it wasn’t made for passionate moments, he had to work her arms through each sleeve so he could pull it down to her waist. When he had it down, he leaned back to look at her. Her breasts were round and spilled over the top of her strapless bra, he flicked the center clasp open and pulled the material aside.

Pale velvet flesh tipped with dusky pink nipples, hard and aching for his touch, his mouth. He palmed her breasts, shocked at the heavy weight of them and dipped his head, flicking his tongue over the tip of one, then the other. She gasped in pleasure and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close and arching her back to push against his mouth firmly, her hips searching for his. He feasted on them, sucking, licking, and flicking his tongue back and forth as she ground herself against his hard cock.

“So perfect,” he murmured against her flesh, and began to play again, drawing more moans from her.

“Touch me, please,” she begged, sobbing with need and his heart thudded in his chest. He never would have dreamed she would be so responsive, so perfect. He trailed his hand over the width of her hips, playing there and teasing her before moving his hand lower. She thrust her hips, desperate to get to him and he chuckled as she growled when he moved out of reach. He moved to her ear and licked the shell while one hand pinched her nipple and the other playing with the top of her underwear.

“Are you wet, darlin’?” he rasped in her ear. She shivered again and pulled back to look at him, eyes glazed with passion.

“You tell me,” she replied huskily. He groaned and kissed her again, rolling their tongues together as he tunneled his hand underneath her damp panties. Oh yes, she was wet and ready for him. He slid his finger over her swollen bud and she cried out. He rubbed once, twice, then dipped his finger lower and slid inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, as her channel gripped him tightly, so hot and wet. His cock throbbed in his jeans, desperate to replace his finger.

“More, please, Dean, I need more,” she sighed.

God, she was amazing. So sexy and wanton, wild with her passion. He slid another finger inside her and scissored them, stretching her. She met his eyes and a spark of electricity flared between them. As he moved his fingers in and out her eyelids dipped in pleasure and he felt her hand brush over his crotch. She was working on the zipper of his jeans and his breath hitched, he was desperate to feel her grip on him and worked her faster.

She tunneled her hand inside his jeans and boxers and gripped him hard. His breath hissed between his lips and he thrust into her hand. She looked down, watching herself work him as his fingers moved inside her. She pulled the skin up tight towards the tip of his cock, working a bead of desire from him. She smoothed the moisture over the head and stroked down to the base. Watching her work him so perfectly while his fingers were thrusting inside her sent him into a frenzy.

“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he gritted through clenched teeth, “I’m not going to last much longer.”

She worked him up and down, gripping tighter and moving her hand faster as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her. The sounds of their moans and heavy breathing filled his office. He bent his head down to suck a hard nipple into his mouth and eased another finger inside her, stretching her more. He pressed the heel of his palm to her clit and moved faster.

Her eyes widened and he felt her orgasm as it barreled through her, she cried out as her muscles clamped down on his fingers and she tightened her grip on his cock. He thrust into her hand and followed her over the edge, grunting as hot seed shot out from the tip, coating her hand and his stomach. He kept thrusting into her hand, his orgasm continuing until she’d rung every last drop and she sagged against him.

His heart was pounding in his ears, their ragged pants filling the room, her breath trekking across his damp neck. A huge wave of tenderness washed over him and he pressed a long, sweet kiss to her damp forehead. He had never come so hard in his life and he hadn’t even gotten inside her. When his heart slowed to a steady pace, he separated them slightly and she turned her face away and started pulling her jumpsuit back up. He put himself away and began looking around for something to clean them up and spotted the photo of him and Taylor on his desk. Shit.

The afterglow wore off in that moment as guilt and regret flowed through him. He promised Taylor he would leave Christy alone and look at what he had done. God, he was such an asshole. He had only been concerned with getting them both off, he didn’t even stop to consider the consequences of what happened. He made a huge mistake; he had broken his own rules about getting with women. He knew she wasn’t sticking around, and he had been too desperate for her to think about the consequences properly. He swallowed thickly.

“Let me just get some paper towels,” he said, his voice like gravel. He left the office and the full weight of what they did crashed down on him. How could he have been so desperate for her that he would ignore his own rules and potentially ruin his relationship with Taylor, the only true family he ever had? He started it as well, it wasn’t like Christy had been trying it on with him, she was blameless. How could he be so stupid? It couldn’t happen again, he had to make sure of it. He grabbed some paper towels and hardened his heart as he knew what he had to do next. With a pit burning in his stomach, he headed back to Christy.

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