Page 53 of The Heartstrings of Harry
He sat me on his bed, then plonked himself beside me, still holding the ends of the towel at his waist. Shit, he hadn’t even tied it around him properly.
Not that it was time to think about Dean wearing nothing but a towel…
Still dripping wet from the shower…
His blond hair dangling in his eyes and his taut muscles gleaming.
No, now wasn’t the time for any of that.
The stalker! All I could think about at that moment was Dean’s stalker.
“He’s the main reason Astrid wants to hold the concert,” Dean explained. “She says it’s a chance to flush this creep out.”
“She wants to use you as bait to find your stalker?!”
He nodded nervously. “She’s hiring a bunch of private security guards to make sure—”
“No. I won’t allow it,” I stated in a stern, clear voice.
Dean’s lips curled into a smile. “You won’t allow it?”
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No! Not at all. You just sound so fucking gallant right now.”
“That’s because I don’t want anything to happen to you. This psycho could turn up with a knife or a gun, has Astrid thought about that? What happens then?”
“Hopefully that won’t happen. But if it does…” Gingerly he laid a hand on my thigh. “Then hopefully you’ll be there… to protect me.”
In a single moment, my body seemed to forget how to breathe.
I froze, my eyes locked on his, my every muscle motionless. For a second or two I was even certain my heart had actually stopped beating. Then he gave my thigh a gentle squeeze, and my heart made up for lost time by breaking into a drumroll.
I tried to remember how my voice worked.
“I… I…”
I didn’t do such a great job at it.
It didn’t matter anyway, because before I could stop myself, I found something better to do with my mouth than speak.
Without another moment’s hesitation, I planted my lips on Dean’s.
I was fully expecting him to push me away.
But I didn’t care.
I was done caring.
I wanted to kiss him—Ihadto kiss him—as urgently and passionately as I could, before this would surely end with me apologizing profusely and him shouting at me to get out, telling me he never wanted to see me again.
But one, two, three seconds passed, and the kiss was still happening.
Not only was it still happening, but Dean waskissing me back!
His tongue pushed passed my lips into my mouth.
His breath was hot and shuddering, escaping his flaring nostrils and warming my upper lip.
