“You have two minutes.” He cupped my face and kissed me hard. “You’re soaking wet in a bodysuit, danced on me forhours, and my dick can’t take it anymore. Put me out of my misery.”
I snorted. Me? Making Dean miserable? I loved it.
“Wait here. I’ll text you.”
He rolled his eyes as I went inside our place. The lights were out, but sometimes Lo went to bed early. My heart thudded as I scanned for signs of her. There was nothing out of ordinary. Perfect.
I tiptoed to her room and almost cheered in relief when her door was wide open, and the room was empty. Hell. Yes.
I sprinted to the front door and flung it open. Dean’s eyes widened as I gripped his shirt and yanked him inside before jumping on him. He laughed as he slammed me against the door, kissing me hard.
“Fuck yes, Mack. Arch those hips into me.”
I had never been attracted to anyone so much in my life. I thought I would burst and die with how turned on I was. My body had never felt so alive, so on fire in the best way. I couldn’t get enough of him. I clawed at his back, ground into his erection, and kissed him with everything I had.
He returned the urgency and walked us straight to my room. He kicked the door shut before tossing me onto the bed. He ran a hand over his face, pressing his eyes for a second before he opened them and said, “You’re unreal right now.”
“Then stop staring and do something about it.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathed hard, panting, and he bit the middle of his lip. “I have… I have this fantasy right now.”
“Oh?” My skin heated even more. “What is it?”
He undid the bandana in his hair, the same serious, sexy expression on his face. Like I was the most important thing he’d ever seen. Like I was an item from the playbook. “I want to tie your hands with this.”
Heat flared through my body, my core pulsing. Dean planned to tie me up? I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. I nodded.
“Use your words, Mack. I’ve never had this urge before, but seeing you lying there, nipples poking through your outfit and wet hair everywhere… I want to tie you up as I taste you. Do you want that?”
“Y-Yes.” I gulped.
Dean grinned. “Arms above your head, baby.”
Baby.Dead. I was dead. “Wait, the bodysuit—”
“It’s staying on.”
He kneeled next to me, the summer smell of rain and sweat filling me as he leaned over with the bandana. I sucked in a breath as he kissed each wrist before tying the fabric around them, binding my hands so I couldn’t move them apart.
Once it was secure, he leaned back, and his eyes were on fire. No other way to describe how dark and big his brown eyes got. “Look at you, Mackenzie.” He shook his head, a ghost of smile on his lips. “You’re gorgeous like this. All tied up and waiting for me.”
“Didn’t know you were into this kink, Romano.” I squeezed my thighs together, the lust in Dean’s gaze making me even hotter.
“I wasn’t until you.” He bit his lip again as he traced the outline of my nipple with his finger. “Mm, I love your tits.”
I shuddered.
He kneeled over me, one thigh on either side of my legs as he bent forward and tugged my earlobe with his teeth. “I want you to fall apart. That’s my goal, have you screaming. Is that okay?”
I nodded.
“Words. If we’re doing this all night, I need explicit words, Mack.” He licked down my neck and over my chest, around mynipple, and sucked me through the fabric. I bucked up, the sensation so hot I moaned.
“Yes, please.”
“Thatta girl, always using manners.” He chuckled as he slid down my body, his hands stopping at my shorts. “I’m a big fan of these shorts. I stared at your ass most of the night.”
“I’m thinking about keeping them.”
