Page 63 of Dean

His breath hitches. “Oh.”

“I know.Oh. I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I murmur. “I’m so fucking confused.”

“Oh.Oh my god.” His eyes are wide, his cheeks flushing an even darker red.

“Yeah.”

“Do you mean it?” he whispers.

“Yeah. Think I do.”

Our eyes meet and that watery gaze is replaced with a dark one, something feral.

“Just so you know, so there’s never any question…you can touch me anytime.”

My fingers slip under his skirt, touching the smooth, warm skin of his thigh. His breath hitches, and he swallows roughly.

“Anytime?”

“Mhm.”

He wets his lips and my eyes track it. I want to lean forward and taste him. I want to kiss a man for the first time in my life. I want to devour him.

“I can…I can turn around, if that would be easier.”

My brows meet, confusion muddling my brain.

“Why the fuck would I want that?” He shrugs, and I move even closer. “Why Avery?”

“Because I’m a man and it might be easier for you if you didn’t…I don’t know…”

My hand moves up to cup the back of his neck and my other hand, the one on his thigh slides up even further, cupping his bare hip.

“I knew it. Knew you have nothing on under here.”

“Dean,” Avery whispers, and I press my forehead to his, trying to behave, trying like hell not to just pick him up and maul him.

I haven’t felt this kind of primal need in…well, ever.

Our breath mingles and his hands move up, clasping my shoulders.

“I know you’re a man, Avery.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Can I…” I begin, and he nods.

“Yes. Please.Please.”

My fingers spread and slip to his ass, cupping the bare cheek in my hand. He groans, setting off a chain reaction. My hips press into him, his hard cock pressing against my abdomen as he arches up. My body trembles as my dick rubs against his, a low groan slipping from my mouth.

Well, fuck.

Fuck, this feels good.

His face presses to my shoulder and mine moves to his neck, the two of us standing there, in the middle of the kitchen, rutting up against each other like horny teenagers. And that’s what I feel like. A horny teen. I want this so badly. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. And I haven’t felt this way in ages.

In twenty years, at least.

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