My brows shot up. “Weird? Like how?”
“Like I’ve been spinning in a circle for too long. Remember when we were kids, and we did that? Your eyes would roll around, but your body would stop when you were finished. We’d dare one another to see who could do it the longest without throwing up.” Dean’s lips were pinched together.
“I make you sick to your stomach?” This conversation had taken a strange turn.
He shook his head. “Yes, I mean, not like that. Like my stomach is all queasy, but in a good way. I want you to touch me, but I’m afraid of what will happen. You have the nicest lips I’ve ever seen on anyone, and that’s including the high school sweetheart you talked about. You’re beautiful.” His entire faceturned bright red, and then he turned away. “Shit, that was not what I wanted to say.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” I whispered, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Lust burned wild in my veins, and it took all my willpower not to kiss him.
Dean shrugged, his back still to me. “I might.”
“What’s wrong? Can’t face me now?” I teased.
He spun back around, and his nostrils flared as he stared at me. “I need to wash my hair out. It’s starting to burn my scalp.”
I snorted. “All right, assume the position.” I pointed to the floor, then felt my own face grow warm. His eyes widened. “You know what I mean.”
Dean sank to his knees and leaned over the tub as I moved toward him to turn on the water. I grabbed another pair of gloves to slip onto my hands, then rinsed out the bleach, all the while his words were repeating in my head.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Neither one of us spoke while I cleaned out his hair, washed it with the small bottle of shampoo I had, and helped him towel it dry. He stood up when he was done, so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body through my shirt. I towered over him as we stared at one another, his green orbs darting to my lips before moving back to my eyes.
“Thank you.” Dean’s voice came out in a low, throaty whisper.
“For not kicking you out with bleach in your hair?” I teased. He stepped closer. “Dean,” I warned.
His tongue swiped over his bottom lip. “You said I would have to say the words,” he murmured. “So, that’s what I’m doing.” Then he raised his arms up to press the tips of his fingers against my neck. “Fucking kiss me, Beau.”
It happened so fast I almost didn’t remember doing it, but the next thing I knew, my mouth was on his. I groaned when Dean’s tongue licked softly at the edge of my lips before he sank it between the seam, his nails digging into my skin. His small frame was pressed against mine as our tongues wrestled inside the concave of my mouth before I finally let him win. I wrapped my arms around his muscular body, lifted him off his feet, and swung him around to place him on the bathroom counter. I nudged Dean’s thighs apart with my knee to get closer, my hand suddenly clawing at his damp hair before I dropped my mouth down his jaw, over his throat, and against his Adam’s apple. The steel of his piercing flicked against my teeth as the kiss went on, and my length thickened inside my pants.
“Shit,” Dean whimpered as he pulled me closer.
My teeth pricked over his skin as I marked him, licking and sucking along the side of his neck. Then he yanked my head up by the hair to stare at me with blissed-out eyes, causing my already hard dick to beg for relief.
“Changed your mind?” My brows dipped.
He shook his head. “No. I need a minute.” Dean let out a low laugh. He combed his hand through my hair before he cupped my cheek. “I meant what I said.”
“About?” I couldn’t help but lean into his warm palm. This was going to break my heart, but maybe it would be worth it. Just this once.
Dean brought his other hand up so he could cup my face. “You’re beautiful.”
I stared at him, into those green eyes that felt like they could dig into the darkest parts of my soul. “No one has ever called me that before,” I admitted.
“Bullshit.” Dean’s nose wrinkled as he continued to stare at me. “You’re serious.”
I gave a quick nod. “I am.” He tipped my head slightly and brushed his lips over mine. “Thank you,” I whispered, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Do you want to finish coloring your hair now or let it rest? It’s a lot to take in one night.”
“Can we make out again?” He blushed at his question.
I chuckled softly. “Sure, we can do that.”
“Can I... Can I touch you?” Dean dropped his chin. “I mean, your body, not just your face.”
