I’m here to help you out tonight, understand? If you want a certain type of food, or drink, or movie, you let me know and I will run out and get it for you.”
Victoria felt herself melt under the weight of his kindness. She didn’t deserve this from him. They only met a week ago, and he didn’t need the responsibility of taking care of her at such a crazy time. But there he was, offering her food and comfort and friendship when she needed it most. “I think I have everything I need here,” she said.
He nodded. “You just let me know. Now, why don’t you take off those high heels and sit down on the twenty-year-old recliner that is a thousand times more comfortable than it looks.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
Victoria braced herself and slipped her black pumps off one by one. She had to be honest with herself. She didn’t want to sit in an old recliner unless Dean was there with her, no matter how comfortable it might be. Ever since she’d walked into his house, the only thing that had made her feel even the slightest bit better was the comforting feel of his arms around her.
“Dean,” she said quietly as she put her hand in his. “There’s one thing I want.”
He looked down at her. “Anything.”
She eased in closer, until barely a millimeter of space separated them. “I know whatever it was we had is supposed to be over, but…”
His breath caught in his throat. He slowly cupped her face with his hands and tilted her to meet his intense gaze. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,”” he whispered, his words in direct contradiction with his body as his hips pressed against hers.
“Please,” she breathed, not the slightest bit ashamed to beg. She stood on tiptoe to lay a soft kiss against his lips, and he stood stock-still, not moving a muscle. “When I’’m with you, I can’t think of anything but this. Us. I need that right now.”
“Victoria—”
She cut him off with another kiss, this one fierce and for the sole purpose of keeping him from turning her away.
He let out a sound between a moan and a growl, and she knew the instant he gave in as his grip tightened and he angled her in exactly the right way. It was her turn to moan as he pushed her back until the counter hit the top of her hips.
She gave in to the temptation she’d been fighting since she’d gotten there and ran her hands all over him. His biceps. His stomach. And then his muscular shoulders, the thin material of his shirt the only barrier between her and his bare skin.
Dean finally released her for a brief moment as he gripped her hips and lifted until the edge of her ass rested on the counter’s edge, but as she instinctively opened her legs for him, they both realized the tight skirt wasn’t cooperating.
“Damn it,” said Dean as his hands found the hem of her skirt and pushed up, farther and farther until the material bunched at the top of her legs. He stared as if entranced as he parted her exposed thighs. He ran his fingers along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and traced the line of her panties.
Her breath caught in her throat as electricity arced through her. She inched closer to his fingers as he slipped them underneath the panties and traced a teasing pattern along the seam of her opening.
Her arms gripped his shoulders and held him tight as he pushed two fingers inside. Her eyes drifted closed as he ran his lips along her neck. As he increased the tempo of his fingers pushing in and out of her, Victoria’s breath came faster and faster. For a perfect moment, there was only Dean and the things he was doing to her. Just the warmth and pleasure of his touch.
She fell apart in his arms, the orgasm almost surprising her as she held him even tighter.
Before she’d even finished coming down from the climax, he gripped her around the waist and pulled her against him as he picked her up and strode out of the kitchen.
Her pleasure-dazed eyes widened as she saw he was taking her to the
Victoria felt herself melt under the weight of his kindness. She didn’t deserve this from him. They only met a week ago, and he didn’t need the responsibility of taking care of her at such a crazy time. But there he was, offering her food and comfort and friendship when she needed it most. “I think I have everything I need here,” she said.
He nodded. “You just let me know. Now, why don’t you take off those high heels and sit down on the twenty-year-old recliner that is a thousand times more comfortable than it looks.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
Victoria braced herself and slipped her black pumps off one by one. She had to be honest with herself. She didn’t want to sit in an old recliner unless Dean was there with her, no matter how comfortable it might be. Ever since she’d walked into his house, the only thing that had made her feel even the slightest bit better was the comforting feel of his arms around her.
“Dean,” she said quietly as she put her hand in his. “There’s one thing I want.”
He looked down at her. “Anything.”
She eased in closer, until barely a millimeter of space separated them. “I know whatever it was we had is supposed to be over, but…”
His breath caught in his throat. He slowly cupped her face with his hands and tilted her to meet his intense gaze. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,”” he whispered, his words in direct contradiction with his body as his hips pressed against hers.
“Please,” she breathed, not the slightest bit ashamed to beg. She stood on tiptoe to lay a soft kiss against his lips, and he stood stock-still, not moving a muscle. “When I’’m with you, I can’t think of anything but this. Us. I need that right now.”
“Victoria—”
She cut him off with another kiss, this one fierce and for the sole purpose of keeping him from turning her away.
He let out a sound between a moan and a growl, and she knew the instant he gave in as his grip tightened and he angled her in exactly the right way. It was her turn to moan as he pushed her back until the counter hit the top of her hips.
She gave in to the temptation she’d been fighting since she’d gotten there and ran her hands all over him. His biceps. His stomach. And then his muscular shoulders, the thin material of his shirt the only barrier between her and his bare skin.
Dean finally released her for a brief moment as he gripped her hips and lifted until the edge of her ass rested on the counter’s edge, but as she instinctively opened her legs for him, they both realized the tight skirt wasn’t cooperating.
“Damn it,” said Dean as his hands found the hem of her skirt and pushed up, farther and farther until the material bunched at the top of her legs. He stared as if entranced as he parted her exposed thighs. He ran his fingers along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and traced the line of her panties.
Her breath caught in her throat as electricity arced through her. She inched closer to his fingers as he slipped them underneath the panties and traced a teasing pattern along the seam of her opening.
Her arms gripped his shoulders and held him tight as he pushed two fingers inside. Her eyes drifted closed as he ran his lips along her neck. As he increased the tempo of his fingers pushing in and out of her, Victoria’s breath came faster and faster. For a perfect moment, there was only Dean and the things he was doing to her. Just the warmth and pleasure of his touch.
She fell apart in his arms, the orgasm almost surprising her as she held him even tighter.
Before she’d even finished coming down from the climax, he gripped her around the waist and pulled her against him as he picked her up and strode out of the kitchen.
Her pleasure-dazed eyes widened as she saw he was taking her to the
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