Page 1 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Prologue
DEAN
“This is the last time,”Arianna mumbles against my lips. I step into her, pressing her against the door, and silence her lies by deepening the kiss.
If this were the second or third time of us sneaking away, I might actually believe her. However, it’s been a full year of ducking into dark rooms or closets and there’s no way we’re anywhere close to our “last time.” Hell, if it were up to me, we’d never stop. Every time I’m around her, the only thing I can think about is getting her alone again. Arianna captures the attention of any room she walks into. She’s a walking ray of sunshine who always finds a way to make everyone feel wanted and welcome.
That and her body is the definition of perfection.
Her red hair is always a little wild, curls escaping the confinements of whatever bun or braid she decides on for the day. My favorite is when she lets it hang loose, flowing like waves of fire, announcing her presence and demanding attention. Freckles mark almost every inch of her face, trailing down her neck before tapering off and spreading out across the rest of her beautiful body. Emerald green eyes constantly steal my breath when they find me. She has the most delicious dips andcurves, ones I’ve spent countless stolen moments worshiping as I memorize every possible detail.
My hands find the waistband of her leggings and shove them down her luscious thighs. I break the kiss, momentarily ignoring the frustrated whimper that slips from her, and press my lips to her nose before sinking to my knees.
“Don’t worry, Freckles.” Smirking up at her, I hold her hooded gaze and continue to slowly peel her pants down. “You should know by now that I’ll always give you what you need.”
Arianna bites her bottom lip, impatiently kicking the leggings from her ankles.
I run my palms up her thighs, finally breaking our stare off so I can enjoy the view in front of me. Wrapping my hand around her knee, I guide her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. There’s no holding my groan in at the sight of the wet patch soaking through her silky green underwear.
“Is this all for me, baby?” I muse out loud, trailing a finger along the edge of the fabric. My mouth waters at the building anticipation to taste her again.
It’s rare for my attention to be caught up on one thing, and one thing alone. The only other time my focus is this lasered in is when I’m on the ice. The second I skate up to a goal post, the only thing I have eyes for is the puck. When the game is over, my mind races. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming with how much I do see and hear. I can’t sit still. The need to be doing something is always humming through my veins. That’s why I love hockey so much. It quiets my brain.
Just like Arianna does. When she’s around, she’s all I can see. And when she’s like this? There’s nothing that could distract me from her.
She wiggles her hips, clearly annoyed by my pause to appreciate her. My fingers hook into the gusset of her panties, and I pull them to the side, revealing her beautiful pussy to me.
“So fucking wet for me,” I murmur before diving in.
My tongue swipes through her slit and I groan at the taste of her. When my name leaves her lips on a breathless gasp, I do it again. Then I’m lost, feasting on her as she writhes above me. She thrusts her hips against my face, taking every ounce of pleasure I give.
Slowly, I start working two fingers into her dripping entrance. A thud echoes through the dark lounge room, and I glance up to find her head thrown back in ecstasy against the door. Her eyes are squeezed closed, her mouth gaping in a beautiful O shape as she rides my hand and face.
Without looking away from her, I grip her hip in my free hand and still her movements just as I pause my thrusts. Her attention snaps down to me, a frown replacing the bliss on her face.
“Keep those eyes on me, Freckles.” I slowly slide my fingers back inside her. “Let me see what I do to you.”
Her cunt squeezes around my digits, giving away just how much she likes the instruction. Green eyes shine down at me, unwavering as she listens. I reward her by crooking my fingers on my next pump, finding the patch of nerves that makes her lashes flutter momentarily. Arianna’s hips attempt to move again, but I keep her pinned above me as I hold her gaze and pick up my pace.
“Oh God,” Arianna whimpers, struggling to hold my stare, and I smirk.
“No, baby, he has no place here. When I’m the one making you feel like this,” I flick her clit with my thumb and thrust into her once more. “The only name you should be saying is mine.”
She flutters around me, her body quivering as my tongue meets the bundle of nerves while I continue working her to the edge.
“Dean,” she pants out and I reward her by doubling my efforts. “Shit, I’m gonna?—”
Me sucking on her clit cuts her off. She falls apart, her orgasm washing over her, all the while she keeps those pretty eyes on me. I swallow every drop she gives me, working her through her release until she’s pushing my face away from her sensitive cunt.
Arianna reaches for me, her thigh falling from my shoulder as she grabs my shirt and tugs me up until she can meet me for a kiss. Our tongues clash in a heated duel, both of us equally eager for what the other gives. While I’m completely distracted and lost in her kiss, Ari’s hand slips between us, immediately finding my belt buckle. Before I can fully process it, her deft fingers have it undone, along with the button and zipper.
Finally, I break away. Resting my forehead against hers, I groan as she grips my aching cock over my boxers. My hips thrust forward, pressing myself into her palm and momentarily losing myself to the sensation. Her hold tightens, stroking down my length before cupping my balls.
“Fuck, Ari.” I bury my face into the side of her neck. My lungs fill with her intoxicating scent. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and it takes all my control to pull myself from her hold.
I back away just far enough to give me space to grab the condom from my wallet before shoving my pants down to my knees and stepping back into her. Bending forward, I grab the backs of her thighs and lift, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist. Her back hits the door with a thud, but it doesn’t stop either of us.
My hands find her ass in a bruising grip as I pin her in place. With one hand holding her in place, I rip the foiled packet between my teeth. Before I can fumble to get it on, Ari takes it from my lips, pulls the condom out, and grins at me. Adjustingmy hold, I give her space to reach between us and watch as she confidently rolls the condom onto me.
