Spiral of Bliss 03 Awaken by Nina Lane

we’ve never been apart, as if we’ve never had any heartache between us. The years slip away, my entire being sparking with that thrilling anticipation of discovering the depths of our attraction.
    I part my lips under his, my body swaying against him as his tongue slides into my mouth. Lust flames through me, scorching my blood. He tastes like chocolate, his breath warm and delicious.
    The ache of longing from the past few weeks disappears into
this
… all heat and light. The world both spins and steadies around me, a cascade so thrilling because I know that no matter how far and wildly I fall, Dean will always be there to catch me.
    He takes my face in his hands, lifting his head just far enough so he can trail kisses over my cheek to my ear, down to my neck, then back up to my lips again. Each touch of his mouth sends shivers raining through me. His body heat burns through his shirt, and I press closer, my nipples hardening against his chest. I can feel the urgency coiling in him, the hunger that has gone unsatisfied for too long.
    We tumble onto the bed together. Dean curls his fingers around my wrists to pin my hands beside my head. He shifts halfway on top of me, putting his leg over my thighs as he lowers his head to kiss me again.
    His body is powerful and hot, his chest a solid wall of muscle against my breasts. He deepens the kiss, licking my lower lip, claiming me again. Pleasure swirls through me, thought disappearing into the reminder of everything we are to each other.
    Dean releases one of my wrists and moves his hand to the front of my shirt, slipping two buttons free to expose a deeper V of skin and the swell of my cleavage. My heart kicks into high gear at the sensation of his hand on my bare skin, his erection pressing against my thigh. I’m drowning in images of our naked bodies sliding together, my legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into me again and again…
    I close my eyes as Dean kisses the hollow of my throat, his breath steaming against my skin. I grip the back of his shirt, eager to pull it from the waistband of his trousers and run my hands over his muscular back.
    And then, unwelcome and sudden, a wave of stark worries filters through my haze of lust.
    It’s been at least twelve hours since I last showered… I’m wearing an old white bra that’s been washed so many times it’s gray… and, oh lord, when was the last time I shaved my legs…?
    “You feel so damn good.” His muffled whisper brushes against my skin as he trails a kiss lower. “I want to…”
    Then a sense of restraint goes through him as he slows the explorations of his hands and mouth. He lifts his head to look at me, his hand resting loosely against my throat, his eyes filled with heat.
    I reach up to brush his disheveled hair away from his forehead, stroking my palm over his cheek.
    “What?” I whisper, still throbbing despite my concerns about my current neglect of personal care.
    He shifts away from me with a groan, rolling onto his back. He throws his arm across his eyes. His chest heaves.
    “Dean?”
    “We’re not going any further.” His voice is rough.
    “We’re… we’re not?”
    “I’m stopping with a kiss tonight.”
    “What? Why?” I’m bewildered. Even with my hesitations, I’d just assumed he’d be pounding into me like a jackhammer by now.
    My whole body goes weak at the thought, and inwardly I’m screaming,
“Oh God, yes, fuck me harder, faster… more… oh, please…”
    I squeeze my thighs together. I’m on the edge. I’m so far over the edge I’m about to go crashing over it into pure bliss.
    Dean swears, scrubbing his hands over his face. “We’re dating again, right? That means we’re not having sex yet.”
    I push up to my elbows and stare at him. “At
all?
”
    “Not
yet.
And I’m staying here at the hotel.”
    “For your whole visit?”
    “Yeah.”
    I’m not sure whether to find this proposal sweet or disappointing. In addition to being so hot I’m about