Page 46 of Meant to be More

He grinned up at her before licking a circle around one of the hardened nipples. “You underestimate yourself, Jillybean.” He wrapped his lips around the brown pebble and sucked. “And me. You definitely underestimate me.”

Damn it all to hell if the bastard wasn’t right. The attention he lavished on her chest and the mystical powers of the digits moving rapidly inside of her quickly reignited the blazing inferno of need that hadn’t had a chance to burn out.

She clung to the same precipice again, simultaneously amazed at his ability and her body’s response to him. She whimpered and pled for the relief she didn’t possibly think she’d need so soon.

His tongue made a path from her chest to the column of her neck and to her earlobe. He sucked lightly before moving his lips up and whispering softly, “Just let go, Jillybean.”

Fireworks exploded behind her closed lids and she shrieked until her throat hurt. She almost thought she blacked out, the second pinnacle seemingly more intense than the first. She focused on trying to find something resembling a normal breath.

When she finally found the strength to open her eyes, she found herself face to face with his cocky ass grin. “Proud of yourself there, Sparky?”

His fingertips danced up her heated skin and sent a shiver through her entire being. “Pretty sure you’ve given me more than enough reason to be.”

She lifted a brow and her own hand traveled down the front of him, slipping beneath the thin layer of material covering his hardened length. She clasped him in a firm grip and he groaned. “You’ve always been very, very good to me.” She pushed on his chest until he fell onto his back and she straddled his waist. “But I prefer a more fifty/fifty arrangement.”

“Such a giver.” The words ended on a sharp inhale as her mouth repeated the actions he’d just performed on her only in reverse, moving from his throat, to his shoulders, down his chest…

She shoved his boxers down and tossed them behind her back. Her lips wrapped around the glistening tip of satiny flesh. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft.

“Damn, this is going to be a lightning round if you keep that shit up.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, still gripping him firmly and moving at what she hoped was a maddeningly slow pace. She had a focused goal to pleasure him as much as he had her because…damn, that boy knew his stuff.

“What’s the matter, Sparky? You can handle making a fire for me, but a little flame challenges your self-control?”

His deep groan turned into a guttural growl and he grabbed her biceps and turned, seamlessly moving her beneath him. “I am not too proud to admit you’re driving me absolutely insane, but not just from touching me. Watching you fall apart was damn near a work of art.”

Her thumping behind her ribcage had little to do with the renewed desire coursing through her veins and much more to do with Dean’s words. Things that brought back the feelings she’d thought were permanently locked away in the recesses of her mind and heart, never to see the light of day again.

The immature childish crush that she’d briefly entertained in adolescence—and just as quickly banished thanks to a healthy and overwhelming fear Dean would go running for the hills at the mere suggestion—found new footing smack at the forefront of her brain.

Her lungs burned as her breathing shallowed. “Don’t judge me.”

The intensity of his stare melted into confusion. She wiggled beneath him enough to reach the drawer of the bedside stand. “I gave Angela the room card and…sent her on a mission for me earlier.” She pulled out a strip of condoms and held them up for him as best as she could still on her back, pinned under his weight. “I might have been hoping you’d agree.”

He grinned and took the foil packs from between her fingers. “This is a good start, but we might need more than four.”

Jillian’s mouth immediately fell open. “More than four? What the hell did you get bitten by, a radioactive spider and gain superhuman abilities and manage to forget to tell me?”

Dean braced himself on his elbows over her and long moments passed with his gazing holding hers captive. The energy in the room shifted, or maybe she just imagined it, then he lowered himself enough to brush his lips along hers gently. Until she grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth crashing into hers. Their tongues tangled and twisted together with desperation and need Jillian couldn’t quite understand.

At least not in herself. She was pretty sure Dean had to be dying by this point.

She lifted her hips up to meet his in silent encouragement and his hand reached around to squeeze her ass and bring her even closer to him. He pulled back long enough to rip one of the foil packets between his teeth, but before he could don the condom, Jillian plucked it from his grasp. She flattened the palm of her other hand on his chest and once more pushed him onto his back.

She knelt over him, slowly rolling the latex into place before straddling him and lowering down at an agonizing pace.

Dean closed his eyes and arched his neck, pressing the back of his head into the pillow and giving a low moan. “You’re trying to kill me, woman.”

Jillian grinned and braced herself on his chest as she rocked her hips back and forth for a few minutes. “All part of my plan, Sparky.”

He dug his fingers into her hips as he moved her up and down. “You have always been exceptionally successful at every plan you make.”

A fresh wave of mounting need washed over her and the even plane she’d so briefly been on turned into a ninety degree ramp to the stars. Dean uttered a string of curses and his muscles tightened beneath her touch.

“Dammit, Jillian.” He growled her name between clenched teeth and the very sound shot her into an entirely different stratosphere of pleasure right alongside him. She screamed his name. She screamed unintelligible words. But neither were anywhere close to being as loud as the internal declarations she couldn’t deny in this moment.

Her dumb ass had gone and fallen in love with Dean Carlisle and had sex with him. Nothing in this world would ever be the same.

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