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Finally, he broke the kiss and pulled back just a few inches, gasping for breath.
“What brought this on?” he asked, his eyes focused on hers.
She let out a maniacal-sounding giggle. “The sofa.”
His dark brows rose before the corners of his mouth lifted. “I should have brought over my parents’ old basement furniture long ago.”
Then his eyes narrowed and she could swear she heard him let out a low growl.
Tessa didn’t have the opportunity to respond to any of it because his mouth was on hers again. And she didn’t mind one bit.
Dean’s hands on her body, his mouth covering hers, the sounds of desire and approval that rose from his chest to his throat, it was like every romantic fantasy she’d ever imagined. Romance novel worthy. Like a scene out of a chick flick movie… and she loved it.
If this was the kind of attention bad girls got when they kissed a man out of the blue, she should have done it a week ago.
Her body responded to his and for once her mind didn’t get in the way. It didn’t matter her thesis waited on the table for her. She didn’t let herself worry he was leaving in just days. She forgot this whole thing had begun with a lie.
All she cared about was here and now and Dean’s unfocused gaze on hers when he said, “If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
“Don’t stop.” Feeling brave she added, “The bedroom is right through that door.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He hoisted her up against him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he walked, carrying her to the bedroom where she didn’t even care that the bed, the room in general, was a mess.
As Dean tossed her onto the mattress and followed her down, his eyes solely on her, she figured he didn’t notice the mess or just didn’t care either. They had more important things to focus on.
Her body craved this man, needed him, wanted him. As much as her mind and her heart did.
She could blame the delicious friction of his leg between hers, sending tingles through her overly sensitized core. Could blame the fact it had been much too long since that area had gotten any attention at all. She could even blame the fact he’d barely slippedhis hands beneath the waistband of the stretchy pants she wore before she was writhing beneath him. Gasping to regain the breath he stole as he pushed her through to a second orgasm.
But why did she need to blame anyone or anything?
She was a bad girl now. And it felt so good.
So when he pulled those pants off her and tossed them to the floor. When his hands paused on the button of his own pants and his gaze met hers as he asked, “You sure?”, her answer was clear.
“Yes.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It was early the next morning when Dean found that his run had ended at Liam’s lab.
Tessa wouldn’t be inside. She had to work a morning shift at Ruby’s salon before she could come do some afternoon work at the lab.
He’d learned all that as they said goodbye, right before he left her apartment late last night.
That he remembered anything she’d said given the daze he’d been in at the time was pretty amazing. Then, he’d been too into her to let the reality seep in to his blissful sex haze.
Now, not so much.
Every problem that stood in the way of their being together yesterday was amplified this morning. And he was going to place the blame where it belonged. On Liam.
Liam was the one who pushed him to go and tell Tessa how he felt. As it turned out he hadn’t exactly told her how he felt. He’d shown her though. Twice. Three times if they were counting just the orgasms he’d given her.
There hadn’t been much talking but there had been plenty of non-verbal communication between them if he took into account how loud they’d gotten in her bedroom. So loud he wassure her neighbors in the apartment house had to have heard them. Not that he’d cared while in the moment. Tessa might though. She had to live there. Face those people.
Was she having the same second thoughts he was this morning?
