Page 65 of It's Only Love

Chapter 22

When Dean woke up the next morning, he instinctively reached out for her, but the bed was empty, the top sheet was missing too. He smiled to himself at the thought of those sexy curves draped in the thin sheet, the image making him harden as he pictured her berry nipples playing peekaboo through the cotton.

They shared an amazing night together; he never experienced this kind of consuming lust before. Even now, he was astonished that his body was begging to sink into her wet heat again, remembering how it felt. He needed to find her and bring her back to bed, now. He wrapped his naked body in his duvet before searching for her. She wasn’t downstairs or in the shower, he went to his study and when he looked inside his heart burned in his chest. She was sitting at his desk, writing. She had the sheet wrapped around her and tucked under her armpits. The smooth, creamy skin of her bare shoulders on display, teasing and taunting him.

He watched her for a while with a smile on his face. Then he got dressed and made some coffee and toast. He brought it back upstairs and placed the mug and plate on the desk beside her, bending to kiss the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. He had the satisfaction of watching goosebumps break out over her skin. She turned to capture his lips, and he gave her a brief kiss before pulling away.

“I refuse to be your distraction. The electrician will be at yours soon.”

“Okay, I’ll go and change.”

“No, you stay here, I’ll go,” he offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, stay. Write. Miss me,” he joked, kissing her again and she laughed against his mouth. Damn, that laugh made him so happy. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled away from her.

He met his friend, Karl, at the house. He helped Karl hide a dent in his wife’s car a few years back free of charge and now he was collecting on the favor. As they went inside, Dean was pleased to find that Beau had locked up for them yesterday, he smiled and made a mental note to thank his friend later. He showed Karl upstairs to the bathroom light. Karl got out some tools and began poking around the fixture and the socket.

“These old houses have got some dodgy wiring. Builders used to run them all over the place, through the walls into different rooms. Looks like this is a wiring issue but it’s not here, let me track the cable and see where it goes.” He watched while Karl got out a handheld gadget and started roving the walls with it. He followed Karl out of the bathroom and down the hall. Dean was too busy thinking about what he was going to do to Christy when he got home that he didn’t realize until it was too late that Karl was going into her father’s room. He cursed under his breath and went after him.

“Uh, Karl, this room is off limits.”

Karl gave him a funny look. “I think the loose connection may be coming from in here, but I need to see, do you want me to fix it or not?”

Dean stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do. He knew Christy didn’t want people coming in this room, but they also needed to fix the electrics. It was a safety issue for her while she was still in the house, and they couldn’t hand it over to the new owners with faulty electrics.

“Okay, just tell me what to look for and I’ll find it.” Karl looked at him like he was crazy. “You want me to tell Darlene what you did to her Tesla?” he threatened, Karl groused but agreed in the end. He left the room and Dean went inside, he tried not to look at any of the surroundings, just wanting to get in and out as soon as possible. He listened to Karl’s instructions and ended up rummaging in a small walk-in closet, he moved some items to one side trying to get to the back of it.

“Can you see it?” Karl called out.

“I can’t see shit!” Dean shouted back, “Can you get me a flashlight?

He heard a distant rattling, then a muffled curse. “The battery just died.”

“I’ve got a toolbox in the kitchen, you can grab my flashlight from there.”

A few moments later, Karl was back and rolling the flashlight into the room. Dean grabbed it and went back to investigate the closet. He found the socket at the bottom of the closet on the back wall, it was extremely old and hanging partially off with exposed wires. Karl managed to talk him through what to do without electrocuting himself, and Dean felt a sense of satisfaction at fixing the socket and wiring.

As he tried to duck out, he tripped over a box and knocked it onto the floor, the contents spilling out. He dropped to his knees, placing his flashlight beside the box and started scooping up the contents. As he did, he saw it was lots of envelopes, his eyes caught the name on them.

They were addressed to Christy to her place in New York. There was no stamp fixed to any of them as though they hadn’t been mailed, and Dean realized that Christy’s dad must have written them but never sent them. The understanding of what he held in his hands made him feel sick. How long had these been here? Did Christy know? Of course she didn’t, she doesn’t come in here. He wondered what they said, and although curious, he couldn’t bring himself to open any of them, that would be a huge betrayal. It was bad enough that he came in here anyway. Guilt punched him in the gut and he hurriedly put the letters back in the box.

There had to be at least fifty letters, his hands were shaking, what did he do? He needed to tell her. He shoved the box back and practically ran out of the room, slamming the door. He said goodbye and thanked Karl, declaring the debt paid.

He drove home, thinking about what to say to Christy. Because she opened up to him, he knew the full extent of what happened, how it had scarred her and how she only just made peace with it. He didn’t want to ruin that for her, didn’t want to be the one to cause her so much pain and shatter her hard won happiness. How did he even start that conversation? Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t they just continue on as they were? It wouldn’t be long now until they started working on the upstairs of the house, she would find them soon anyway. He could just be there for her when she did and support her, but the idea of her experiencing any pain, hurt him too. His thoughts spinning until he came into the study, expecting her to be there still writing, draped in his sheet.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. The sheet had fallen and she was bare to the waist, although her back was to him, he could see her reflection in the window. His cock hardened instantly at his goddess, naked in her element. She met his eyes in the window and half turned, baring herself to him. His need was a powerful force inside him, driving him to her. He stormed over and grabbed her around the waist, hefting her up, and laid her across his desk.

He bent his head, sucking a hard nipple into the wet heat of his mouth and she moaned, arching into his touch like she always did. He kissed down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel before shoving the sheet away and burying his face in her triangle of short, blond curls. He slid his tongue into the heart of her, her hands flew into his hair as she began babbling. She writhed against his face, chasing every sensation, and he brought his hands into play. Thrusting two fingers in and out of her while he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her center. When he thought she was close, he pulled back, she lifted her head, her lips swollen from biting them in pleasure.

“No!” she moaned as he disengaged, he moved his hands to the front of his jeans and unfastened them, springing his hard cock free.

“Yesss,” she hissed, eyeing him eagerly, and he couldn’t hold back his laughter, his woman was perfect. He grabbed her thighs and spread them as wide as they could go.

“Shirt off,” she commanded before he could enter her. His cock twitched at her commanding tone. He gripped himself, stroking up and down lazily watching her. Her eyes heating and following the motion, she licked her lips.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” he teased, she struggled to tear her gaze away from his hand.

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