The Hierarchy of Needs (The Portland Rebels #2) by Rebecca Grace Allen Page A

floor and closed the curtains. Jamie stood by the bed, unable to move as he turned around and stalked closer. His movements were measured, purposeful, eyes holding her in place like a silent, cunning predator. Despite the fact that she was entirely covered up, the way he looked at her made Jamie feel as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. As if he could see through her clothes to the pearled tips of her nipples, to the panties that had become incredibly damp.
    He backed her up to the wall and pressed her against it, trapping her hands in his and raising them both up over her head. Captured like that, Jamie expected hard and fast, but he leaned in slow instead, his lower lip making a gentle pass over hers.
    A quiet moan escaped her.
    He did it again, taking his time with soft brushing kisses. She tried to get closer to him, to deepen the contact, but he held her there with an unyielding grip, each unhurried kiss chased with a teasing slip of tongue. The combination of rough and sweet was like being caught in a heavy ocean current, buoyant and crushing.
    Jamie’s whimper was met with a low chuckle. Dean covered both her hands with one of his, nose skimming over her face to her neck as his free hand eased down her side. Spanned her waist. Slid between her thighs.
    An opened-mouthed kiss to the tender spot beneath her jaw made her shudder. Dean hummed approvingly.
    “I can’t wait to taste you,” he said. “To fuck you.”
    She whined, need coiling in her belly. Everything that had held her back from wanting this disappeared. Reality was days and miles away.
    In this quiet room, there was only him. Only this.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “Not yet.”
    He pressed the heel of his palm along her pubic bone, then swept it up her body and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She gasped, a smile blooming as she gave in to the sensation, her limbs going liquid.
    “First, you owe me.”
    The abrupt way he let her go was almost as rough as the growl in his voice. He stared her down, his own breathing labored as he whipped his belt to the side and yanked his jeans open.
    “I owe you?”
    Dean nodded. “For the wedding.”
    He grabbed the hem of her sweater and rucked it up over her head. She barely had time to orient herself before he was kissing her again, hands cupping her breasts, fingers strumming her nipples through her bra. He gave them a light pinch she could feel in her clit. Fuck, he really did know her triggers. Then he was grasping her wrists again, drawing them to his boxers and molding her hands over the stiff shape of his cock.
    “Make me come, Jamie.”
    She bit her lip as she outlined him through the cotton. He was as big as she remembered, more thick than long, girth she’d barely been able to wrap her fingers all the way around. She glided her palm over the wet spot where the fabric pressed against his crown. Wanting to see the bare skin of his chest and finally get a glimpse of his ink up close, she tugged at the bottom of his shirt. Dean wrenched it over his torso and threw it to the side.
    He was a piece of artwork in the flesh.
    Jamie ran her hand over the length of his tribal sleeve, then down his side to where birds in flight spanned his rib cage. A compass rose was on his other shoulder, oddly missing their directional markings. Black stars were peppered like shrapnel over his heart.
    When she looked up again, the playboy’s smirk was gone. Anticipation radiated from every locked limb, eyes blazing as he watched her intently.
    He liked watching her. Funny that she’d never noticed that before. That as much as she loved having his gaze focused on her, there was something he liked about it too. Something he craved. Needed.
    She slid down to her knees.
    “Fuck, yes,” he said, bracing himself against the wall.
    Jamie dipped her fingers past his waistband, pushing his boxers and jeans down to his ankles. It felt like Christmas when she found the prize waiting for her—hard, glistening at the tip, and