on edge?
A Minion giggled and she looked down at her phone. Can we get together tonight?
Immediately she could feel her expression change. She swiped the sweat from her hands and tapped out yes, definitely!
As soon as they had plans to get together, some tension in her eased. Was it that simple? She’d been in a grumpy mood because she hadn’t seen Dean for two days? Maybe because they hadn’t made love in two days. She needed that connection again.
Sighing, she powered off the phone and turned back to her weights, suddenly feeling a lot more positive about the day. And night.
* * *
Dean had barely finished knocking on the door before Rachel pulled it open. Immediately his eyes drifted down her shape, backlit by the living room lamps. Wait. Holy … What the hell was she wearing?
Stepping inside he looked down at her. Subtle make-up highlighted her eyes, making them seem bigger and clearer. And she was wearing a freaking dress. Something long and gorgeous and split on the side so that he could see her thigh. Immediately, a bolt of arousal arrowed down through him, waking up all parts of his previously tired body.
Before she could move out of the way, he leaned down to kiss her glossed lips. “You look stunning.”
Though it was dim in the hallway he thought his no-nonsense Marine might have blushed. She waved a hand and pulled him inside. “Whatever.”
She started to pull away but he put a hand on her elbow. “No, you are. You are beautiful. Maybe not in the conventional sense, but it’s all in the eye of the beholder, right? I paid you a compliment because you are absolutely stunning to me. You need to take it nicely and believe what I say.”
Damn, he wished there was more light in here. Now he thought he saw tears glinting in her eyes.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
When she turned he allowed her to lead him into the room. There was quite a spread on the dining room table; two different kinds of pizza and a big bowl of salad.
Dean looked at her in consternation. “How do you stay so damn fit? Do you eat fast food all the time?”
Rachel propped her hands on her hips and he forgot what they were talking about. She looked gorgeous in her flowing green dress. The damn thing cupped her yummy breasts, swept in at her tight waist and flared out, draping gently round her hips. It was the most feminine thing he’d ever seen her wear.
“…and why are you staring at me like that? Have you heard anything I’ve said?”
Dean blinked and stepped close, tilting her chin up with his finger. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy drooling. Is this one of the things you bought the other day?” he motioned down to her dress.
“Y-yes.” Then she smiled. “And a few other things.”
Arousal hardened him even more as his eyes drifted down. “Oh, really? Like what?”
“Well, I bought some casual outfits. You know, something other than BDUs and t-shirts.”
He leaned into her, brushing his lips against her temple. “What else?”
“Well, I got some sandals to go with the dresses. I feel very naked with them on though.”
Dean chuckled. She probably did feel naked. He’d only ever seen her in boots.
“What else?” he whispered.
“Well, Shannon talked me into going to Victoria’s Secret, and I have to admit, there were some very… wow… um, kinda, um, wild things in there. I might have bought something…”
His erection pushed at the zipper of his pants. Holy hell, she was going to kill him. Just the thought of lingerie on her already fabulous body was the stuff of dreams. “What did you buy?” he demanded in a harsh, strangled, whisper.
Without answering him, Rachel nudged him backwards until he dropped to the couch cushions. “Wait here,” she ordered. She reached behind him to swing the drapes closed on the front windows, then she padded barefoot into the dim hallway.
Dean wrapped his hand around his dick, debating whether or not to strip down. No, he
A Minion giggled and she looked down at her phone. Can we get together tonight?
Immediately she could feel her expression change. She swiped the sweat from her hands and tapped out yes, definitely!
As soon as they had plans to get together, some tension in her eased. Was it that simple? She’d been in a grumpy mood because she hadn’t seen Dean for two days? Maybe because they hadn’t made love in two days. She needed that connection again.
Sighing, she powered off the phone and turned back to her weights, suddenly feeling a lot more positive about the day. And night.
* * *
Dean had barely finished knocking on the door before Rachel pulled it open. Immediately his eyes drifted down her shape, backlit by the living room lamps. Wait. Holy … What the hell was she wearing?
Stepping inside he looked down at her. Subtle make-up highlighted her eyes, making them seem bigger and clearer. And she was wearing a freaking dress. Something long and gorgeous and split on the side so that he could see her thigh. Immediately, a bolt of arousal arrowed down through him, waking up all parts of his previously tired body.
Before she could move out of the way, he leaned down to kiss her glossed lips. “You look stunning.”
Though it was dim in the hallway he thought his no-nonsense Marine might have blushed. She waved a hand and pulled him inside. “Whatever.”
She started to pull away but he put a hand on her elbow. “No, you are. You are beautiful. Maybe not in the conventional sense, but it’s all in the eye of the beholder, right? I paid you a compliment because you are absolutely stunning to me. You need to take it nicely and believe what I say.”
Damn, he wished there was more light in here. Now he thought he saw tears glinting in her eyes.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
When she turned he allowed her to lead him into the room. There was quite a spread on the dining room table; two different kinds of pizza and a big bowl of salad.
Dean looked at her in consternation. “How do you stay so damn fit? Do you eat fast food all the time?”
Rachel propped her hands on her hips and he forgot what they were talking about. She looked gorgeous in her flowing green dress. The damn thing cupped her yummy breasts, swept in at her tight waist and flared out, draping gently round her hips. It was the most feminine thing he’d ever seen her wear.
“…and why are you staring at me like that? Have you heard anything I’ve said?”
Dean blinked and stepped close, tilting her chin up with his finger. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy drooling. Is this one of the things you bought the other day?” he motioned down to her dress.
“Y-yes.” Then she smiled. “And a few other things.”
Arousal hardened him even more as his eyes drifted down. “Oh, really? Like what?”
“Well, I bought some casual outfits. You know, something other than BDUs and t-shirts.”
He leaned into her, brushing his lips against her temple. “What else?”
“Well, I got some sandals to go with the dresses. I feel very naked with them on though.”
Dean chuckled. She probably did feel naked. He’d only ever seen her in boots.
“What else?” he whispered.
“Well, Shannon talked me into going to Victoria’s Secret, and I have to admit, there were some very… wow… um, kinda, um, wild things in there. I might have bought something…”
His erection pushed at the zipper of his pants. Holy hell, she was going to kill him. Just the thought of lingerie on her already fabulous body was the stuff of dreams. “What did you buy?” he demanded in a harsh, strangled, whisper.
Without answering him, Rachel nudged him backwards until he dropped to the couch cushions. “Wait here,” she ordered. She reached behind him to swing the drapes closed on the front windows, then she padded barefoot into the dim hallway.
Dean wrapped his hand around his dick, debating whether or not to strip down. No, he
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