Past
Idon’t want to fall in love with Dean but it happens anyway. Or perhaps it is the idea of falling in love that has me tumbling fast and hard. Either way, it happens.
In a single heartbeat.
A blistering moment in time.
Deep down I know loving him will inevitably change me but it will be a long time before I truly understand just how much.
“I need you, Sylvie. I can’t wait anymore.”
Neither can I.
This has been our routine for the last two months, skating the edge of temptation, drowning in a sea of insistent desire.
“Make love to me, Dean.”
Parked on a dead-end road, I straddle his lap in the backseat, rocking against him. I’m past the point of caring anymore.
I want him.
His strong hands move to my hips, holding me in place. “Sylvie.” His brows pinch together, concern etching his face. “I need you to know that—I’m not like other guys.” His hands move to my neck, eyes holding mine. “What I feel for you, it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before. The thought of losing you.” The tortured look on his face has my chest clenching tight.
“I get a little caught up in the head sometimes. Sometimes things don’t make sense, and I have a hard time working through my emotions. So if I ever lose my temper, or say crazy shit, just remember, it’s not you…it’s me.”
A rush of fear trickles through me but the sincerity in his eyes soothes it away instantly. “Okay.”
“I just—I don’t want to lose you.”
My hand cradles his rugged face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He remains silent for one heartbeat.
Two.
Three…
“I love you. I love you so fucking much. You make my world better. You makemebetter.”
The words roll off of his tongue in an avalanche of heat, slamming into my chest, ripping through my heart like a freight train.
Tears well up in my eyes as my body floods with warmth. “I love you too, Dean. Always.”
“You love me?” he asks, in awe of my confession.
Biting my bottom lip, I nod. Mama says love doesn’t need a reason, it speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.
What Dean and I have is irrational all right. Nothing about us makes sense. Our age difference. Our personalities. Our directions in life. We were headed down two completely different roads, yet somehow, my path has changed course, merging with his.
His mouth is back, hungry.
Hot.
A cyclone of destruction meant to claim my heart and soul forever.
Removing my shirt, he plants soft, reassuring kisses across my collarbone before he shifts, laying me down on the cool leather seats. Then he unbuttons my jeans, slowly peeling them from my shaky legs, dropping more kisses along the way.
The sound of denim hitting the floorboard is just as thunderous as my pounding heart, letting me know we are that much closer to being connected as one.
