I know. And someday that kid will get it, and he will never forget how his mama gave all she had for him.”
“Dean,” I breathed out. “I’m fine.” He stiffened, his arms tense around me. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
Dean changed direction and walked us over to the couch, laying me on my back.
“Do I want you?” His voice was raspy, and my pulse sped up. “All I do is think about you, Grace. I think about what you would look like underneath me, on top of me.” He ran his nose along mine and then brought his lips to my ear. “I’ve never been a patient man. I’ve never wanted to be with a girl who deserved that patience. But for you, I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you’re ready for me. ’Cause once I have you, Red, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
Oh. Dear. God.
I licked my lips, and he groaned, pressing his lips to mine. My tongue met his, and we kissed. I sighed into his mouth. This was where I wanted to be.
He leaned over me, bracing himself on his elbows. His eyes searched mine. “How much are you ready for?”
I swallowed and ran my fingertips down his cheek. “I’m not ready for sex tonight. But…” I took a deep breath. “I want you to touch me.”
Dean closed his eyes again and allowed his hips to fall between my legs that were cradling him.
Mother of God . He was so hard.
Dean pulled my T-shirt over my head. He reached behind his neck and pulled his off too. Then he lowered his body until our chests met. He rocked against me, and I shuddered.
“Oh, God. Dean, this feels... incredible.” I gasped for air and raised my face toward his, sucking on his lower lip.
He chuckled. “I haven’t even touched you yet, Red.” He moved his head to my chest, and I froze.
Yes, yes, yes, please. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.
He ran his nose along the swells of my breasts, and when he looked at me, his eyes were glazed.
I watched as his hand trailed closer to my bra. He reached behind me and released the clasp, still rocking his hips against me. Pleasure tore through my body, the ache in my core intensifying. More. More. More.
Dean pulled my bra off and threw it to the side. He cupped my breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over my nipples. I arched my back, holding my moan inside, desperate to stay quiet.
“Shit, Grace. I’ve dreamed of touching these. I wondered if you blushed here too.” He licked one nipple and then took it in his mouth, sucking, while he rubbed the other. He’d know the answer to that question shortly. My body was on fire and my face, neck, and chest burned with heat. My hips rocked against Dean’s, matching his rhythm, intensifying the connection between us.
“Mmmm.” Dean had moved to the other nipple. “It’s true. You even blush here. This creamy skin gets pink all over.” He sucked, releasing my nipple with a pop. “Your body is sexy as fuck, Red. I want to kiss you, lick you, and suck you all over.”
That did it.
“Oh, God. Yes, Dean.” I moaned long and low as the orgasm hit me. The boy had dry humped the hell out of me, and it felt unreal. He held my body tightly to his until I stopped trembling. I kissed up his neck, pressing my lips to his jaw. “Thank you.”
He laughed. “Don’t thank me, baby. That was beautiful.”
I buried my face against his neck. “ Shit. Was I too loud?”
He kissed the top of my head and chuckled again. “No, you were perfect.”
“It’s been a long time, Dean. I’m sure you guessed that.”
Dean sat up, holding me to him, and wrapped a blanket from the back of my couch around us. “How long?” His voice was flat, and his lips turned down in a frown.
“Five years.” I looked away. I didn’t want to see the shock or sadness on his face.
Dean’s fingers drew my chin to him. “You haven’t been with anyone since Josh?” I didn’t see shock or sadness or pity. He almost looked relieved.
“I don’t let guys come around Finn. You…” I smiled and played with a piece of