Page 16 of Wrapped Around My Heart
“Super important. Just lost signal. She should be calling me back any second now.”
“Right, wouldn’t want to miss the call back,” he retorts with mock-seriousness.
I open my mouth to keep the banter going, but the sound of laughter trailing up here makes Dean glance over his shoulder. When he finally turns back to me, any traces of joking have vanished. He pushes off the doorframe and steps farther into the room, pausing only to grab the door in one hand and close it behind him. My lungs freeze as the click echoes through the room. Dean is completely silent as he methodically closes the distance between us. I don’t dare move a muscle, wanting to see what he plans to do.
He stops in front of me, those deep brown eyes shining as they silently search for an answer to his unspoken question.
Swallowing thickly, I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but Dean cuts me off.
“Tell me you’re not considering going out with that tool.” The gravel in his voice makes the blood in my veins pump harder.
Dean is the fun one of the group. Always laughing and teasing. He’s easy to be around and serious when he needs to be, yes, but never…this. Never possessive or jealous. And there’s no doubt in my mind about it now. The answer to myearlier question is right in front of me. Staring back at me with darkened eyes and a clenched muscular jaw. His hands flex into fists at his side and I try not to smile at the exhilarating feeling that comes with knowing I’ve brought out this side of him.
Jealousy is a funny thing.
I don’t want Tanner. There’s not even a teeny-tiny part of me that considered saying yes to going out with him in any capacity. But knowing that the past couple hours have pushed Dean to follow me like this, something neither of us has ever risked, is thrilling. We’re lingering at the edge, waiting to see who will jump first. As if this whole evening is pushing us to admit that whatever this is between us is more than a causal fuck.
I should back off. Should just tell him no and leave this room. But that little voice in the back of my mind begs me to poke at this new side of him.
So, naturally, I shrug my shoulders and lean back against the bed frame.
“I mean, a day being a golf cart passenger princess doesn’t sound horrible.”
Dean blinks once, then takes a calculated step closer. There’s barely any space between us now, no room to even think about anything but him. My head tilts back so I can hold his gaze and my already racing heart soars to my throat.
“I can tell you’re joking.” He reaches up, his thumb finding the corner of my lips where he gently traces the curve of the smile I’ve been holding back.
His fingers slowly trail along the edge of my jaw. My eyes flutter and it takes all my strength not to let them close.
“Still, knowing you’re joking doesn’t seem to lessen the feeling that’s been growing ever since golf boy walked into the kitchen staring at your ass.”
I huff out a shaky laugh and shake my head. “He wasn’t?—”
“Yes, he was.” Dean’s free hand lands on my hip. “I don’t even blame him for looking. Any man would be dumb not to.”
All words leave my brain as his hand slips around my back and he hauls me against him. My hands fly up, landing on his chest for balance. My thighs press together, something he notices immediately due to our proximity.
“You’re enjoying this,” he states and I finally manage to find my words.
“I’m not?—”
“You’re a horrible liar, Freckles.” His thumb finds the edge of my mouth again. “No need to lie to me. I’ll even let you in on a little secret.”
I hold my breath as Dean leans in until his lips hover just above mine.
“I’m enjoying this too.” Instead of kissing me like I expected, he places a barely there peck to the spot his thumb just was before trailing his lips to the shell of my ear. “But I think we’re both going to enjoy the outcome even more than the buildup.”
He kisses the edge of my jaw and down my neck as his fingers find the hem of my dress. My hands move on their own, sliding up to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I wasn’t trying to make you…” My whispered words trail off, both from the fact that his hand beneath my dress has found the edges of my underwear and because I don’t want to assume he’s jealous.
He said he’s had a feeling, but he never specified what that was.
Dean chuckles into my neck before pulling back to look me in the eyes.
“You can say you were, baby. I’ll even admit it for you. I’m jealous that someone else is here begging for your attention.” He shoves my underwear to the side, fingers immediately discovering just how much he’s affecting me. Dean groans, hislashes fluttering in pleasure as he runs his fingers along my entrance. “Tell me this is all for me.”
I nod, unable to form words as he presses a single digit slowly inside me.
