“Want more?”
“Yes.”
He opened his mouth and covered her peak with wet, sucking heat that flooded her already wet panties. Those had to go, they were just getting in the way.
She wrapped her arms around his head. Kind of a terrible way to push him back. Really sending mixed messages there. Except his mouth—oh—and his hands, still, and—oh—“Dean!”
“Yeah, I like it when you say my name,” he said, his voice full of gravel after he let go of her with a wet pop.
She took her opportunity and dropped to her knees in front of him.
His eyes darkened and his lips parted as she reached for his fly.
“I think I might like it if you said my name, too.” She licked her lips and he groaned.
“Liana…”
“Yes?” She blinked up at him innocently. Just like that. She wanted him growling for her.
“Get back up here.”
“I want to see all of you first.”
He leaned back on his hands and watched through hooded eyes as she smoothed her hand over the heavy erection pulsing beneath the denim. “Take him out, if you insist.”
Heart pounding in her chest, she did just that, slowing unzipping and folding back the denim, then tracing her fingers over the thick ridge that popped out, pushing his black cotton boxers up into a tent.
She leaned in closer, lips parted.
Dean’s hand tangled in her hair. Not stopping her, exactly. Just slowing her down. “Hey. You first.”
She shook her head.
“Liana.”
She ignored him and kissed the tip of him through the fabric. He smelled clean and masculine, and she wanted to bury her face right there, but she couldn’t, because she was flying through the air.
“Okay, that’s a mean trick,” she gasped as he crawled on top of her, now that she was flat on her back on the bed.
“You weren’t listening. Sometimes I just take action.” He grinned down at her and flicked open the button on her jeans. She breathed roughly as he slipped his hand inside, his gaze slipping out of focus as he groaned with her. “Yeah. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve been right in front of you.”
“And untouchable.”
“I know.” She wasn’t sure how they were going to last the rest of the tour.
He dipped his head and kissed her chest, her sternum, her belly as he worked his way down her body.
Her jeans went flying, and with them went her worries as he peeled open her legs and kissed her where she was sticky and wet for him.
It helped that he kept telling her how much he liked her, and when he climbed back up her body he had a couple of condoms in his hand.
“For later,” he whispered as he shucked his own jeans and settled between her legs to kiss her.
“Why later?”
He grinned. “Because I want to do this for a while.”
