Wants to feel the connection he’s only ever had with her. Kisses and suckling from her lips to her tiny ankles. The brush of his lips over bare skin. “Do you trust me?”
Do you trust me? Instead, he draws her thigh across his and tucks the sheet around them both. He steadies her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist and driving deeper, causing them both to moan. She struggles slightly, biting her lip and trying not to cry out. The clench of her body around his makes him yank until he slips one of his wrists free. “Dean? Did she trust him not to break her heart? “Dean…” she keens. The tease of rough fingers over a firm breast and its stiff nipple. He doesn’t do sleepovers or breakfast. Oh, God…”
They collapse together. “Dean… In this case, her mother’s bar… Hell, most women were lucky if he bothered waiting for them to fall asleep before he left. Her tongue testing his nipple before circling his tattoo, she hovers over him.
