Page 129 of Ship Outta Luck

“Alright?!” Mock indignation colors his voice.

“It’ll do.” I shrug, feeling the weight of his gaze on my breasts.

“You’ll pay for that one.” Shirtless, he gathers me back in his arms, only the thin silk of the dress separating our bodies.

His lips part, pupils dilated. He finds my nipples through the thin fabric, and he rolls them expertly between his fingers until I moan and squirm against him.

“More.”

He dips his head to my chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue through the fabric.

I’m aching. I’ve wanted him since the minute I laid eyes on him, and I’m dripping wet already in anticipation.

“I need more, Dean,” I tell him, already coming undone. “I need you inside me. Now.”

My legs tremble against him.

“No, princess. I’m not going to fuck you like an animal the first time. I’m going to take my time with you. You’re not going to want anyone else after me.”

I snort, but it’s not funny. “Is that right?” My voice is shaky.

Cradling my head, he lays me back on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows, tracing, my cheekbone with a thumb.

“I’ve been dreaming about what you’d look like in bed. You’re even better than anything I could imagine.”

My chest tightens, desire winding through me, hot and needy. I reach for him, and he meets me halfway, our mouths gentle at first, until need wins out. I’m on fire, and I wasn’t lying to him: I need more, and I need it faster.

He goes achingly slow, peppering kisses across my neck, my collarbone, tracing a path back to my lips.

I raise my hips against him, craving the pressure of his cock, trying to find release. “Dean,” I plead.

He breaks the kiss.

“You said you’d make me scream. I don’t want it slow. I want you. Now.”

That cocky grin reappears, and he tugs my dress up. I wriggle on the bed, helping him pull it over my head.

His expression grows hotter.

“You’re not wearing the underwear.”

“No.”

“You didn’t like them?”

“I didn’t want to wear any.”

His eyes darken and I reach down, rubbing my hand against the hard length of him.

“You were going to go to dinner without underwear.”

I nod and he squeezes his eyes shut, his cock throbbing against my palm. I stroke it again and he groans, pressing into me.

Opening his eyes, he stares at me.

“You’re so beautiful.” I stroke him again. “I’m so lucky, June. I want you to enjoy this.” His sudden, devilish grin makes me gasp, my core clenching on nothing.

“Tell me what you need.”

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