Page 30 of Beach B!tch
I knew what he meant and was too far gone to deny it. "This has to be the best worst first date idea ever." I nodded my head, my eyes unfocused.
Dean leaned in the extra inch and kissed the side of my mouth. "Dance with me." The music started, and he led me into the first step before I could react to the kiss.
We spent fifteen more minutes practicing the salsa with seductive hip sways and sexxxxyyy moves. We even graduated to a twirl, but it was obvious we preferred the basic step where we remained pressed up against each other.
"You did fantastic, my little Latin diva. Come back soon, yes?" Renaldo gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek when our lesson was over. He also shook Dean's hand, but he mostly fawned over me. Just when Dean looked like he couldn't handle it anymore, I led us out to his truck to head to dinner.
"God, that guy sure seemed to like you. I don't blame him, but damn, back off, huh? You're all mine tonight." Dean had me pressed up against his truck, hands on my waist, eyes looking at me with a hot, predatory gaze.
"I don't know...he was pretty sexxxxyyyy..." I drawled, then ruined it by giggling my ass off.
Dean pinched my sides gently, enough to tickle and make me laugh harder. He pulled me in close and, without warning, his lips were warm on mine, silencing my giggles. I froze at first, stunned he chose that moment. But then his lips moved and teased mine with slow, little kisses and before I knew it, my lips were responding, wanting more. His hand cupped my cheek and tilted my head to the side and his tongue dipped in between my lips, tasting me.
He was so warm. And I was so hungry to taste more of him.
I wanted more. More. More. My mind started up a chant for 'more' and I opened my mouth wider, giving him better access. Even then, it wasn't enough. I thrust my tongue out to play with his, urging him for more. My hands pulled him closer, his whole body pressed against mine, no space left for air or doubts.
I'm not sure how long we stayed there, mouths and arms tangled, trying to get more of the other person. A horn honked right by us, startling me so much I pulled my head back and looked around, trying to remember where the hell we were. I had to blink away the haze, even as Dean hustled me into his truck, muttering the whole time about 'some jackass ruining the moment'.
The blush still hadn't left my cheeks as we pulled up to the valet at the restaurant. I couldn't believe I'd gotten so carried away in public like that. But I had to admit, as embarrassed as I was, I wanted to do it again, and soon, damn the consequences. Dean kept sneaking looks at me and had his hand laying on my thigh, probably worried the honker had spooked me. He helped me out of the truck, handed the keys to the valet, and pulled me into his side.
"Wait, Dean." I pulled back and stopped our walk into the restaurant.
"Brin, listen- "
"No, it's not what you think. I-I was wondering..."
"Wondering what, sweetheart?" Dean looked at me, eyes full of concern. I just needed to blurt it out.
"Can you kiss me again?" I'd swear my face was on fire.
Dean dropped his head forward and I couldn't quite make out what he mumbled. To be honest, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting. Before I could dig a hole and jump in it, he lifted his head back up and grabbed my hand. He was pulling me in the direction of the side of the restaurant. I could barely keep up in my ridiculously high heels.
"Dean..." I was out of breath. From the sprint in heels or the prospect of another kiss, I wasn't sure.
When we rounded the corner he spun back around and grabbed me, pushing my back up against the wall of the building. A hand went into my hair to pull my head back. His lips slammed against mine and I forgot everything else going on around us. It was just my lips pressed up against his.
And then my impatient body wanted a piece of the kiss. My hips kept pressing against his, not finding satisfaction. So one leg came up, bent at the knee, rubbing against his leg. Dean reached down to grab my leg and hitched my knee up higher by his hip, causing my skirt to rise a few inches. That was the exact position I needed for the friction my body wanted so badly. My hips remembered the salsa lesson all too well as they began to roll, creating delicious tingles up and down my body.
Dean broke off the kiss, laying his forehead against mine. He hissed, and I thought maybe I was hurting him.
I was still breathing hard, but I got out a frantic, "Sorry."
"Oh hell, no, sweetheart. There is absolutely nothing for you to feel sorry about. You're killing me. And I love it." Dean was also out of breath and his voice came out hoarse. I'd never heard him talk quite like that, but I loved it in the deepest part of me. The part that was proud I was able to affect him like that.
I had no idea what to say to that, nor had I ever found myself in this situation before, so I smiled and spoke the truth. "Can I kill you again after dinner?"
Dean's eyes dilated right before he pushed off the wall behind my head and moved several paces away from me. He raked his hand through his hair, and he wouldn't look at me.
"Dean...?" I asked in a small voice.
"Just... Give me a second," he bit out. He took three long, deep breaths while I waited quietly, and then he came back over to me. He grabbed my hand, gave me a smile, and slowly, we walked into the restaurant to enjoy our dinner.
