He grins, and then pulls me closer, holding me as I start to drift off to sleep, pleasantly smug and entirely satisfied in a way I wasn’t expecting.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Liaden
After I woke up from my post-deflowering-my-crush nap, to find him smiling down at me as he watched me, I started sleepily tracing his tattoos with my finger, learning each one and enjoying the way goosebumps rose on his skin in response to my touch. I thought about why he chose these particular pictures and letters, what significance they have for him. I remembered the letters on his forearm:YKWYDMFNF. I followed the shape of each one with my fingertip, but when I asked him what they stood for, he just shook his head and distracted me with kisses. I was disappointed that he didn’t want to tell me, as it showed me that, even after all that transpired, his defences are still up and probably aren’t going anywhere. Maybe he just needs some more time to settle.
I suggested we could go for a walk along the seafront in the early evening; I wasn't ready for the day to end yet. Plus, I knew a nice walk to blow out the cobwebs of my nap would feel so good. He nodded, wide awake and happy enough to go along with whatever I wanted, so I drove us down to the beach. Inthe high holiday season I’d have had no chance of finding any parking, but this time we were one of the only cars in the whole area..
I feel like I’m in a dream. Ravenous after the afternoon’s lovemaking, we stop at the food stands on the pier for spicy, satisfying takeaway noodles, followed by fresh, warm cinnamon sugar doughnuts. We stroll hand in hand, in no hurry, and then I’m wrapped up in his arms, my back to his front, as we watch the sun setting into the ocean.
I smile sleepily as I feel him run kisses down my neck, locking our fingers together as he holds me close. He can’t stop touching me, always maintaining some form of physical contact. I chuckle and melt inside as he licks a trace of sugar from the corner of my lips. A girl could get used to this level of attention.
It’s a wonderfully peaceful way to spend the twilight hours. Though, when I check my watch, it’s still a little early for twilight. One fat raindrop lands on my wrist, and I look up. Dark, almost black rain clouds are quickly gathering overhead, chasing the clear skies surrounding the sunset.
“Maybe we should - ” A flash of forked lightning tears across the sky, and a few more drops splash onto my skin, a little harder. “Shit,” I laugh. My car must be a good half mile away. We’re going to get drenched, and I'm only wearing a light jacket.
Dean pulls off his leather jacket and puts it over my head. “No, you’ll get cold - ” I protest, but he shakes his head insistently and urges me forward.
We break out into a run as the downpour hits, loud and raucous, sounding like stones hitting the ground. It’s cold, sharp, and biting, and I try to share the shelter from the jacket with Dean but he shakes his head, wanting me to have all the protection. I pull the car keys out of my pocket, and he takes them from me, running ahead and unlocking the doors. His top clings wetly to his skin, droplets running over his face anddown strands of his hair. In spite of the cold and wet, and being winded from running, a burn of desire for him warms through my veins.
I want him again.
Dean
I’m hers.
Fully.Completely.
I’d do anything for this woman. I’d give her both my kidneys. I’d be her human shield against anything life throws at her. Giving her my jacket to keep her as dry as possible wasnothingto what I’m prepared to do for Liaden O’Brien.
I can’t stop looking at her, touching her however I can. I’m fascinated by her mouth, red and trembling with the cold, the same mouth that took me to fiery heaven and brought me safely back down to earth again. For so long I was almost afraid of it all, of opening myself up to someone in that way. But with Liaden, it’s not only natural, it’s necessary. Surprising, and yet sustaining me more than even the air I breathe.
The moment we’re both in the car, catching our breath and dripping all over the seats, I pull her to me and kiss her damp, cold lips. The shivers running over my skin have nothing to do with being chilled and soaked to the bone, and everything to do with the thrill of relief at having her in my arms once again. I’m never getting tired of this.
Mine.
Her mouth is so sweet and spiced with the lingering hints of the cinnamon donut sugar. I pull her closer to me, closer, until she finally and blissfully climbs on top of me.
Mine.
Her thighs are so chilled, almost clammy with it, but her pussy is still achingly hot as it lines up so perfectly where my dick is straining against my zipper, demanding her again. My hands go higher to cup her butt, so tight and full, my fingertips clutching at her cool flesh as I grind her urgently against me. Sinking into her earlier was the hottest, most intense feeling in the world, the kind that makes you dizzy. I ached then, and I ache in this moment, too. I need her right now, just like I need oxygen.
More.
She gasps against my lips as I pull on her clothes, lifting the skirt of her dress and pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. I know what’s waiting for me now. I almost vibrate with the knowledge of it, and I crave another taste. I’m determined to make this good for her, because I’ll be damned if this is gonna be a one sided fumble in a car with steamed up windows, fuck no, so it makes my breath catch when I find her delicate flesh soaking wet on my fingers.
We could get caught.
The windows are steamed up, but someone could see us, or see the car rocking back and forth. Wecouldget caught…
My cock pulses hard at the thought, enough to make me gasp. I circle her clit with my thumb while easing my forefinger into her channel, trying to sync up my movements. I don’t want to leave her hanging again. She’s coming on my cock before I shoot my load or I’ll die trying.
Matching my fervour, thank god, she battles with my belt and zipper until my rock-on is free, rubbing me hard and fast until I’m almost seeing stars. I lose my rhythm stroking her, makingme annoyed with myself, so I grab my cock, line it up with her pussy, and ease her down.
Fuck. The hot feeling is an amazing contrast to the chill of our skin, and just as intense as the first time. But Iwillhold on to my self-control this time, even if it’s by my fingernails. Iwill. So I return my fingers to her clit, rubbing that gorgeous nub until I can actually feel her getting wetter against my shaft.
God, that feelsso fucking good…
