Page 23 of His Christmas Gift

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This was crazy.

This was wrong. Right? It shouldn’t feel so good for Dean to be trailing kisses down my neck as his hand moved up my thigh.

But it did.

I couldn’t remember a time when I felt so good that my head was spinning. Dean was a whole other breed, pinning me to the hotel bed’s mattress and touching me all over. He took control, and I let him have it. I tilted my head back with closed eyes and enjoyed every kiss that he left on my warm skin.

“I bet you don’t hate me anymore,” Dean commented before teasingly biting my shoulder with a light press.

A moan broke from my lips before I could even register it. I shot him a glare as I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying his body on top of mine. He was strong, muscular, and firm. I wanted to run my hands all over his body too, but he was adamant about teasing me first.

“Can you at least take some clothes off?” I whined, wanting to see him. He owned gyms. I knew that he looked damn good under his dark green button-down shirt and jeans.

“Why? You want to see me that bad?” Dean smirked as he peered down at me with one hand under my dress caressing the outside of my thigh.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Are you going to be this cocky the entire time?” I asked him.

“It gets you all hot and bothered. Don’t lie,” Dean chuckled as his fingertips teased at the lace material of my panties.

I didn’t want to admit that, but he was right. When he got bossy, I got heated in more than one way. It was uncontrollable, but I was letting him do something about it now. Nothing could stop me from letting Dean Everard show me true pleasure. Not even my phone ringing on the nightstand as my family tried to track down where I disappeared to.

“You’ll never get me to admit that,” I replied with a defiant voice.

“We’ll see about that,” Dean said before pushing the bottom of my dress up to my waist. He yanked down my panties with ease before latching his mouth onto my clit.

A gasp broke from me as my fingers twisted in his short hair, pulling as he sucked on my clit. Waves of pleasure started to roll through me as he dragged his tongue over my center, not missing an inch. My eyes fluttered shut as I rested my head back against the mattress, taking in every pleasurable twist in the pit of my stomach.

Dean teased my entrance with the tip of his tongue, making me squirm beneath him. He looped his arms under my legs and grabbed the top of my thighs, keeping me still and pinned down so that he could continue his motions uninterrupted.

I whined as I tried to grind against his tongue, needing to feel it back on my clit. I already knew that I wouldn’t last long. His mouth felt too good, and he had already worked me up so much by just kissing me.

Dean lifted his head from between my thighs with a coy smile on his face.

“Admit it. I drive you crazy,” he told me.

I bit my lip, trying to control the intense desire and need that I felt. I wanted him to touch me again so badly, but I knew that it came with a cost. He wanted me to put some of my pride aside, and I knew that I wouldn’t get it back. He would know how much he affected me, even before this whole trip.

Dean leaned closer to me, his breath fanning over where I wanted him to touch the most.

“Admit it,” he repeated, giving me a challenging look. “Or I’m going to stop.”

“Fine! You drive me crazy. You have since you walked into the gym,” I blurted out with a huff, feeding into his ego.

Dean chuckled and nodded, looking completely satisfied.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied before suddenly pushing a finger inside of me. He worked it deeper inside of me before pushing in another one, watching me grip the bedsheets tightly. “Now, I’m going to drive you crazier than ever.”

I couldn’t even draw in a breath before his mouth covered my clit. Moans drifted from me as his tongue circled and caressed my clit in quick motions, nudging me closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t going to stop until I fell apart, and I was already nearly there.

“Dean…” I breathed out, my skin starting to heat up more and more.

Dean curled his fingers deep, thrusting and stroking. He even knew just what to do with his hands.

I felt my body tighten all over, the heat cresting. I couldn’t last. I couldn’t escape the pleasure that kept ramping up more and more. With a blissful cry, I fell apart, pulling on the sheets so hard that I was momentarily afraid that I would rip them. Nothing mattered at that moment, though. I just rode out the pleasure as his tongue and fingers coaxed me through it.

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