Page 20 of Her Secret Wish

Those fucking tears were back and she didn’t know what to do with the battering emotions rocketing around inside her. Dean kissed her thoroughly, wiped her eyes then moved back around her. He kissed and accepted every inch of her incision scar in a way that she never expected any man would do.

Hell, maybe it was just a bigger deal to her and he was placating her for sex. As soon as she had the thought, though, she knew she had inadvertently cheapened what they were doing. Dean would never do that and she trusted herself enough to know what she was doing.

When he tugged at the button on her jeans, she was more than happy to help him, shrugging her bra away in the process. Rachel had a process for getting her panties down without bending over very much but Dean took care of that for her, kneeling in front of her with no hesitation. He tugged the lacy pink panties down her legs, sighing as he revealed the moist juncture of her thighs. Nudging her back against the mattress, she rocked onto her back, hands over her head. Dean parted her thighs and leaned between them. Before Rachel had a chance to say anything, he’d buried his mouth against her.

Incredible euphoria stole her breath as he touched her, tongued her, in a place no one ever had before. The hours of arousal watching him, listening to him, smelling him, avalanched over her. With just a couple of strokes from his talented tongue, Dean gave her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.

Rachel screamed, then slammed a hand against her mouth, some inner sense of caution warning her that Mrs. Lightner would call the cops if she thought she was in trouble.

Dean pulled away from her quivering flesh, giving her a grin, and stood up to remove his clothes. Rachel watched dazedly as he shucked everything to the floor, then ripped open a condom to sheathe his extraordinary erection. Rachel had a moment of worry as she caught sight of his incredible body, muscles delineated after many hundreds of hours in gyms. The man could probably bench press a car, but he used incredible care as he settled between her thighs. “Should I let you ride me,” he asked.

Rachel gave the question serious thought. “No, I want you inside me just like this. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll let you know.”

He needed no further encouragement. Using one hand to guide the head of his cock inside her, he used the other to brace his body over top of her. Rachel lifted her thighs to rest outside his lean hips and she felt the stretch in her back and hips, but no pain.

Dean slid inside her slowly, carefully, as if afraid she were made of glass. “You’re not hurting me, Dean. I promise.”

Nuzzling his lips into her ear, he sighed. “Okay. Good. I’m just savoring the feel of you. I want to remember everything about our first time together.”

She choked out a laugh, her heart shuddering all over again. He knew exactly what to say to her to make her emotions go haywire.

Dean sighed as he reached the edge of her cervix, as deep inside her as he could get. Rachel pulsed around him, still recovering from her initial orgasm. Another quivered deep in her body as he began to move. That nebulous feeling began to build again. “Oh, Dean, you feel so damn good.”

He bowed his head and kissed her, nibbling softly at her lips, then up her cheeks to her temple. When he reached the bruise at her hairline he skimmed a gentle kiss there as well. “You do too, sweetheart. You fit me as if we were made for each other.”

They did. Hip to hip, chest to ribs, he was just big enough that she would curl perfectly beneath his chin.

After the sex.

He seemed to realize there was more fun to be had because he started flexing his hips into her, then retreating. The long glide of his dick over her sensitive tissues made her frantic to reach that next pinnacle. She clutched at his ass, trying to bring him ever closer.

Dean’s movements took on a determination that she could feel to the depths of her being. He planned on making her come again, she could tell, because he was kissing her mouth, then plumping her breasts with one hand. Dean’s pleasure soon began to drive the bus, though. She could tell by the way he had begun to shudder, his hips shoving convulsively as if he were unable to curb their movements.

Then he lifted up onto his arms and looked down at her, his stunning eyes half-lidded, hips surging, face slack with pleasure, and she watched and felt him orgasm. His face turned fierce with gratification. The pumping of his hips reached a frenzy, then dramatically slowed as he arched into her.

Rachel thrilled at the look on his face, the enjoyment he was taking from her body. And that satisfaction stoked her own fire and pushed her over the edge. It was as if she had needed him to find release so that she could find her own. The room around them faded away as her world went supernova.

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Dean knew hehad to move. He needed to dispose of the condom and they needed to get situated on the bed a little better. Rallying his strength, he pushed up on quivering arms. Rachel stared up at him, a fuzzy, warm, and maybe even loving expression on her face. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as if she was reluctant to release him. Leaning down he kissed her plump lips, unwilling to break the connection they had. “Are you okay? I know I kind of lost control there at the end.”

She blinked at him, brows pulling together. “You can lose control like that anytime. My neck is completely fine. You didn’t hurt me at all.”

Dean grinned, replete, as he began to pull out of her. Even that felt incredible. He sighed as he pushed himself up from her, then he had to pause to etch the way she looked in his memory. Her hair was rumpled but it told him exactly how much he’d pleasured her. Her caramel colored eyes were slumberous and the smile on her lips told him she was as replete as he was. But her spanking hot body drew his gaze.

Rachel drew her thighs together and laid them to the side, creating an elegant curve to her lean frame, one hard-nippled breast pointed toward the ceiling. There were certain things guys just didn’t do, especially right after sex. Dropping to the floor in front of her and telling her that he’d just had the best orgasm ever, hands down, would not impress her with his manliness… but that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

Instead, he turned for the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

When he returned a few minutes later her eyes had drifted shut. Crawling onto the mattress behind her, he pulled her into the curve of his body, one arm going under her head and the other across her hips.

“Mm,” she sighed.

Dean took a deep breath, emotion damn near choking him. “You are incredible, Rachel. I’m sorry you crashed but I’m so thankful I’ve met you. My heart is fuller than it’s ever been. Now that I have you, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

Her breath stalled in her chest for a moment, then eased out of her. Her body relaxed against his. “Thatis my secret wish,” she whispered, and he felt tears drip onto his arm. His own eyes blurring, he pulled her tighter against his heart, vowing to be more than she’d ever hoped for.

Chapter Nine

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