Page 88 of The Wrong Fiancée

Feeling safe and content, I dozed off.

I woke up to Dean's fingers inside me.

"Dean."

"Shh. Go back to sleep, baby. I want to play."

I let arousal take me over. I opened my eyes when he moved between my legs and nuzzled my pussy with his nose.

"You smell fucking amazing."

My hips surged. "Keep them open and stay still," he ordered, spreading my thighs.

He licked me as he thrust two fingers inside me, and I knew I was getting perilously close to a release.

"Come inside me," I moaned. "Dean, I want to come with you."

"Not yet." He kept eating me out, making my thighs shake. "I'm going to make you feel good, baby, so good."

I was already feeling pretty good, but who was I to stop that man from making me feel better?

As he massaged my G-spot, he suckled my clit. I splintered, and before I'd come down from my high, he entered me.

"I can feel you milk me," he murmured, slowly sliding in and out of me. "You're so tight, so wet, baby."

His words spurred me on.

Before Dean, I didn't believe in multiple orgasms during one sexual encounter, but after some of the marathon sex sessions we had in Honolulu, I'd become a believer—though none of my other lovers had managed to wring more than one out of me. It didn't happen every time I had sex—but with Dean, well, it was like he knew which buttons to push, andviola,I was falling off the edge.

Washe like this with all his lovers? Jealousy seared me.

"Hey," Dean said, gently kissing me. "Why are your nails digging into my back?"

I didn't even realize I'd done that. "Ah…I…just wondered…. Forget it."

He stilled. "Nope. Not forgetting it. Tell me."

"Just make love to me," I whined.

"Elika," he warned, “you want to come again in the near future, you're going to tell me what happened to make you stiffen and scratch me."

This was a ridiculous conversation to have when he was hard inside me. But it looked like he was going to be stubborn about it. "I was just having a stupid bout of jealousy thinking about your other lovers," I confessed sheepishly.

He grinned. "I must be doing something wrong if you have the wherewithal to think about who else my dick has been inside."

I glowered at him. "You just had to say it like that, didn't you?"

He snapped his hips and went in balls deep. "The best I had was with this cute little Hawaiian girl who poured me a drink at a tiki lounge in Honolulu. That led to two of the best weeks of my life."

I rolled my eyes, excitement strumming through me. "You have such a way with words."

"That's what they all say." He brushed his lips against mine. "You're the only person who drives me crazy with lust, the only one who I've ever been afraid of losing because, baby," he slammed into me, "I don't think I can make it without you. Now, why don't you come again so I can, too.”

Since he asked so nicely, I let myself go with a little help from him, and then when he spilled in me, chanting my name, he told me over and over again how much he loved me.

Yeah, Dean Archer was the best I'd ever had, and this time, I was keeping him.

Chapter Thirty-One

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