Page 80 of One Last Shot


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Dean laughed. Kissed me again as he gently tipped me on my back onto the mattress. He slid my sweatpants past my hips and down my legs. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this. Fantasizing.”

“So have I.” Everything he was saying was straight out of my fantasies. Was this even real? “Especially after I saw you naked.”

“And Istillhaven’t seen you. That’s not fair.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

“I’m not in a hurry.” He left my bra and panties in place as he kissed down my body like he wanted to taste and admire every inch of skin. Find every freckle. Drag this out until neither of us could stand it another second.

While he kissed the inner hinge of one knee, his hand sneaked higher. His thumb brushed the crotch of my panties right over my clit, shocking a gasp out of me.

“Wet.” His eyebrow raised. “Are you excited for what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you want my cock first? Or should I give you my tongue?”

Shivers of pure lust burned through me. I was shaking. Still trying to get my brain to process the fact that Dean was saying these things to me.

“I want all of it.Everything. Please.”

Suddenly his expression shifted, and he sat up. “Hold on. You said there’s never been anyone else. Did you mean… Literally no one? Are you a virgin?”

I clapped my hands over my face. “Dean, I’m twenty-eight years old.”

“So? It’s fine either way. I just?—”

“I’m not a virgin.”

He crawled up my body and lay close to me, gently moving my hands from my face. “I don’t want to mess this up. Or hurt you. You’re so special to me, Keira.” His Adam’s apple bobbed just above the leather cord as he swallowed. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this at all.”

“Yes, you should. We both want this.” I rolled and draped myself on top of him. “I’m far from innocent. But there are things I’ve never done. Things I want to do with you.”

Blue flashed as his eyes flared wider. “Yes? Tell me.”

My hand found the thick ridge in his sweats and massaged him there. He groaned. I remembered how Dean told me once that I was too young for him. He saw me as some shy, naive girl who would be shocked and disgusted by his history as a killer.

I wanted Dean tosee me. See the woman I really was.

“I want your cock in my mouth. Want to taste you and make you come.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.” His nostrils flared, pupils dilating. “You’ve never given a blow job before?”

I shook my head. “Saved it for you.”

He rolled us so he was on top of me. Staring down at me with a predatory gaze. “What else have you not done? You saidthingsplural, so I assume there’s more than one. Unless I’m just greedy.”

“There’s more.” I wrapped my legs around his waist. “No one has ever gone down on me. I want your tongue inside me.”

“Then I know exactly what I’m going to do to you first. Been wanting this too long and I can’t wait anymore.”

“Anything,” I breathed.

He kissed me as a growl rumbled from his chest. “It shouldn’t matter, but the thought of being the first man who’s tasted your sweetness… Fuck, Keira. That drives me wild. I have to have it.”

My panties were soaked. I started pushing them down while Dean was kissing me, but then he shoved back onto his knees. He grabbed both sides of the thin fabric andtore.

Hell. Yes.