So Much More by Elizabeth Adams

air, the only thing between them. Angie pulled his mouth down to hers for a kiss but not before he saw the stray tear drop from her eye. He kissed her hard, wanting to force the sadness from her, from him. He moved in her, pushing upward to touch her womb. Someday a man would fill her with life. Someday a man would have his baby growing in her belly.
    There was physical pain with the thought. He wanted to be that man. He wanted her to have his baby.
    He rode her hard then, taking as much as she would give, pushing into her and pulling out only to slam back in again. He needed to dominate her body because he couldn’t dominate her heart. “Come for me, Angie.” He demanded and she clenched around him. He could feel it building in her. “Tell me you want me. Only me.”
    “Dean,” she was breathless, lost in the sensations.
    “Tell me Angie!” He needed to hear the words even if they weren’t true. “Tell me,” he heard himself begging.
    “Dean, there’s only you. Always.” And then she exploded around him, squeezing him, milking him. And it was exactly what he needed to hear to push him over the edge with her. He strained upwards, pushing himself until he could go no further, and met her with his own climax.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    They dressed in silence, neither willing to break the spell. Or neither willing to discuss the end. Angie felt a sadness deep in her soul. It was as if they were saying good bye the only way they knew how. Through an intimacy she was positive they both had never felt before.
    In his way, Dean had opened up to her, allowing her to understand that she had always been visible to him. That alone made her heart hurt. She almost wished he would have never told her, that she could go home thinking of him as the playboy who only ever saw her as his sister’s friend and just happened to get horny and she was the only woman available. Now she saw that it wasn’t that way at all. He wasn’t that way. 
    When they arrived back at the condo the other car was already there, meaning there was a good chance they were busted. Angie wondered vaguely if she would have a chance back home with Dean if they were caught now. But she knew it wasn’t likely. He would go back to his life and she to hers.
    “What’s our cover story?” She asked, grabbing her purse from the floorboard and feigned a coolness she wasn’t truly feeling. Her insides were tearing apart. Her body was already feeling an ache that he was the only one able to fill.
    “We were screwing on the beach and now need to shower to get the sand out of the places it has no right being?”
    Angie laughed while squirming in the seat. How right he was. Sand was itchy when left on skin for any length of time, especially in cracks and crevasses. She desperately needed a shower.
    “How about you went off with some bimbo and I was stuck there waiting on you because I couldn’t find the others?”
    He cocked his head to the side and smiled at her. She melted a bit at that smile. It was one she had seen him give other women, a smile that was flirtatious and charming and so completely male. “I would never call you a bimbo.”
    “Ah, but they don’t need to know it was me. What do you think? They’d buy it.”
    He nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I went off with a bimbo and you waited around for me.”
    They worked their way up to the front door but before she could open it he pulled her to him for one last kiss. It was soft and sweet, lips playing with lips. And the ache grew stronger in her chest.
    “Dean?” She almost asked him to see her when they got back home. She almost told him she was sorry for not taking their intimacy to the next level. She almost said a lot.
    “Hmm?” His forehead rested on hers, as if he was just as reluctant as she was to end the night. She looked in his hazel eyes, breathed in his male scent, and reminded herself that Stella was worth letting him go.
    “Thanks for this. All of it. It was… well, amazing