Page 14 of Take Me, Sir

Kyndall

I didn't consider sleepingwith Dean a mistake. We'd had fun, and there hadn't been any strings attached. No personal connections.

But now that I knew that Dean was friends with my brother, things changed. Or, rather, it should've changed things. Dalton hadn't been around me much when I'd started dating, but he'd still always been overprotective of me, which I was pretty sure would translate to dating too. I had a feeling that it wouldn't matter how good of a guy Dean was, Dalton wouldn't want the two of us dating, much less hooking up.

But none of that changed the fact that I wanted him again. Maybe one more night would get him out of my system. So when Dean asked me what I wanted, I answered honestly.

His eyes had darkened the moment I told him that he was what I wanted, confirming for me that this wasn't one-sided. I ran my hand up his arm, smiling as I felt the muscles twitch under my palm. Okay, maybe one more night wouldn't be enough, but it'd be a start.

“Want to see my new place?”

“I'm not so sure that's a good idea,” Dean said. He looked like it almost pained him to say it, and I knew he was trying to do what he thought was the right thing.

To hell with that.

“I told you,” I ran my hand down his chest and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants, “Dalton's not the boss of me.”

His hand wrapped around my wrist, sending fire licking across my skin. “I should walk away.”

“But you don't want to.” I didn't make it a question. I wasn't one of those women who thought that every man wanted her, but I could tell that Dean did, so unless he left, or flat out told me that he didn't want me, I was going to press the issue.

“No, I don't.” His voice had that low timber to it that made me instantly and embarrassingly wet.

“So come up and see my apartment,” I said. “I'm an adult, Dean, and I make my own decisions. Now, are you going to come upstairs, or do I have to find someone else to show me a good time?”

I had a moment to see something fierce flash across his eyes before his mouth came down on mine, hard and hungry. His grip on my wrist tightened as his tongue swept between my lips. I leaned into him, moaning at the taste of fine wine and him. It didn't seem possible that a single kiss could make me feel so much. It was literally making my knees weak.

I dropped my free hand to his crotch, felt how hard he was. He made a rough, desperate sound, and pushed his hips against my palm. My pussy throbbed, and I was almost reckless enough to unzip him right there. I needed him inside me, and if getting my hands on him was the only way to do that, I'd do it.

“I can't,” Dean said as he pulled his mouth from mine.

For a minute, I thought he was going to walk away, and the disappointment that went through me was stronger than I liked. I could find someone else like I said, but I didn't want someone else.

“I can't do the right thing.” He cupped my face, ran his thumbs across my cheekbones. “I've always thought of myself as a strong man, but when it comes to you...” His voice trailed off as he brushed his lips across mine, eyes closed as he made his decision. “Let's go.”

I took his hand, threading my fingers between his, and led him toward the door. He was right about the smart thing being the two of us just going our separate ways. Dalton would never have to know about the two of us hooking up, and we could stick to polite greetings any time we happened to run into each other, eventually even becoming friends.

I might've been a genius, but that didn't always mean I did the smart thing, and right now, I wasn't going to listen to my head at all.

I smiled at the doorman and led Dean to the elevator. An older couple got on with us, but that didn't stop Dean from sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me back against him. I could feel the hard length of him against my hip and had to resist the urge to roll my hips.

His fingers splayed out across my stomach, and he lowered his mouth to my ear. “Do you have any idea the sorts of things I want to do to you, love?”

I swallowed hard as I shook my head. Suddenly, I had a feeling that there was a lot more to Dean than I realized...and that I'd gotten myself in way over my head.

“If we were alone here, I'd have you pinned against the wall right now.” He kept his voice quiet, but there was nothing soft about it. “Cup those gorgeous breasts of yours and tease your nipples until they're nice and tight. Grind against you until you're wet and panting.”

He didn't need to do any of that to make me wet. I was already there.

“When we get to your apartment, I'll push up your dress, rip off whatever panties you're wearing, and lick you until you scream.”

My heart was racing, breath coming in harsh pants.

“Then I'll bend you over the closest surface and fuck you until we both come.”

He nipped my earlobe, and I barely managed to stop a whimper.

“And that's just to get things started.”

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