This kiss was one of passion and want, as he moved around in front of me. Dropping the dish towel on the dining table, he took hold of the seat, right between my thighs, and dragged my chair out from the table. He then braced his other hand on the back, kissing me deeper. When that wasn’t close enough, he tucked his hands under my thighs and hoisted me up onto the table.
I pulled my arms around his bare shoulders, holding him closer while I squeezed my thighs against his hips, remembering how he felt when I straddled him in the front seat of his Cadillac.
I wanted that. More than that.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, skimming my hands down slowly over his chiseled chest. Admiring his body and tattoos. My heart began to race, as I absentmindedly trailed my index finger across his abdomen. The touch caused his stomach to tense.
I chewed my lip and met his eyes again. “Can we take this to your bedroom?”
His brows turned up. “You sure?”
“I’m more than sure...”
His eyes darkened and he leaned in, briefly dropping his gaze over my body as he braced his arms on the table. “Farò l'amore con ogni centimetro di te.”
That alone sent a pulse through my body, and I squeezed my legs again. My voice was barely a whisper as I asked, “What did that mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Chapter 56
Lily
The blinds in Dean’s room were drawn. Strips of light from the streetlamp outside cast orange, horizontal lines across his covers and the floor. His room was just how I remembered it, decorated with minimal clutter, except for what was on his nightstand or on the surface of his dresser on the left side of the room. His bed was pushed against the right wall, across from the door.
I breathed in and out slowly. Stepped out of my shoes.
When the bedroom door clicked shut quietly behind me, my heart began to beat a little faster. From nerves, excitement, and everything in between.
I was ready. Beyond ready, even if I had no idea what I was doing or where to start.
I felt his presence behind me, and then his breath on my neck. And when his hands slid around my middle, I leaned into his bare chest. Instantly finding comfort in his touch, I rested my head back and he brought his mouth down beside my ear.
His voice was a deep, gentle whisper. “You okay?”
My eyelids fluttered shut and I nodded, already dizzy from the proximity as he brought his hand to my hip and smoothed his thumb beneath the hem of my damp shirt. I couldn’t help when my throat bobbed as I tried to speak. “Yes... Keep going.”
“Let's get you out of this.” His nose brushed against my throat as he slowly peeled my shirt up.
The room was nowhere near cold and yet my skin was quickly littered with goosebumps, long before the shirt even made it past my chest. I raised my arms above my head, and he gently tugged the shirt off. Letting it drop at our feet while he skimmed his hands back down my sides, following the dip of my waist and slowing at my waist.
I turned around slowly, shuddering beneath his hands. It was hard to shake the little anxieties clinging to every thought. Starting with self-consciousness. I couldn’t bring myself to look up as I stared at his chest. Everything was becoming so real.
He lifted my chin with his finger, and my eyes drifted up to his. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t think I can.” My voice was barely a whisper, but I smiled a little. I needed to convey somehow that I was fine with all of this, but each word felt forced and too quiet. “Kiss me.”
His face softened a little more before he dipped his head, grazing his lips across mine with such tenderness I thought my heart might explode. His lips were warm and soft and slanted over mine. The second his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I parted them for him, allowing him to claim my mouth with gentle force as he pulled me against him.
My hands followed their familiar path up to the back of his neck while butterflies erupted in my stomach, fluttering wildly with our bodies pushed so close together. I could feel the hardness of his stomach against mine, where his body heat seemed to radiate straight through me.
I was blushing again, all over, and only blushed harder as I reached up behind my back.
He’s going to see me eventually.
I fumbled with the bra clasp, my mouth never leaving his, until the hooks unfastened and the bra loosened around my chest. When Dean realized, he slid his hands up beneath the opened clasp and edged the bra off a little further. Brushing the straps from my shoulders before sliding his hands back down to the small of my back.
With the bra discarded on the floor, my hands returned to the back of his neck and the kiss grew messier but remained slow. I breathed him in, daring to arch my body into his where my bare chest pressed into him. He skimmed his hands up my sides with a soft groan and brushed his thumbs across the sides of my breasts. His touch was setting me alight, burning my skin and clouding my thoughts with nothing but want.
