He’d just been here moments ago, but still. The sight of him stole my breath.
“I thought you went upstairs,” I said.
“I meant to. But I’ve been standing out here.” His blue eyes were guarded, but heat and want showed through.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t leave.” He took a step toward me across the threshold. I moved back the same distance to let him inside. “I’m not a good man, Keira.”
“You’reyou. That’s all that’s ever mattered to me.”
He brought his hands to my face. “Tell me to stop.”
“Never,” I whispered.
“You’re sure you want this? Want me?”
Yes, yes, yes, my heart shouted. My whole body wanted to shout it. “I am. I do. What about you?”
“I’m sure I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t have you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Keira
“Then have me,”I said. “I’m yours.”
Dean’s lips parted, the tip of his tongue moving along the inside of the bottom one. His rifle round pendant lay just below the hollow between his collarbones.
For several long seconds, he didn’t move. It was agony.
Then Dean held my face and brought his lips to mine.
Unlike our previous kisses, this one didn’t feel illicit or rushed. He was deliberate. Waiting for me to open up to him, then delving his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back to nibble at my lower lip.
And unlike the other times, I leaned all the way into him. Trusting Dean to hold me up as his tongue stroked inside my mouth. He angled my head. Brought one hand lower to cup the side of my neck, fingers teasing along my hairline like he somehow knew how sensitive my skin was there.
Those hands that were so deft with the sniper rifle. That had once pulled the trigger and ended more lives than he wanted to tell. How could he be so gentle with me if he’d done the things he claimed?
When I pressed my hands flat to his smooth back, I felthis muscles twitching fast. Like he was barely holding on to control.
He started walking me deeper into the room. Toward the bed. I went willingly because that was exactly my idea too. Reaching between us, I tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, but that made Dean stop kissing me.
“Not yet. You’ve already seen me naked. It’s my turn. I want to look at you.”
I tried to swallow down my nervousness. I liked my body, even if I didn’t have a ton of curves. But this was Dean. The guy I’d been fantasizing about and dreaming of foryears. What if he was disappointed?
He sidled past me to sit on the edge of my bed.Hisbed, really, since this was his house. My breaths came faster as I stared at the thick length straining along his thigh.
My mouth watered, wondering how he would taste.
“Eyes up here,” he said. “Come closer.”
I took a few steps until I was between his open knees. Dean caught the edge of my tank top to pull me forward. His fingers went to the exposed skin above my neckline.
“Always wanted to touch these freckles,” he murmured. “Kiss them. See how far they go.”
Was this really happening?
