“I did, and it’s perfect. Simple but elegant and feminine. I can’t believe I didn’t realize what the lady at the boutique could do. I’ve driven past that place a million times and I always thought it was just a resale shop, never knowing what a gem it was.”
“Small businesses are always the best. In Korea, there’s a bunch of food carts and hole in the wall restaurants that serve the best foods or have the most authentic souvenirs. You really can’t beat home front small businesses. It sounds like that boutique is one of those little kept secrets here.” He lightly squeezed me closer to his chest then captured my lips in a soft kiss. “And,” he whispered against my lips, “I can’t wait to see you in your dress tomorrow—then to see you out of it tomorrow night.”
I laughed and kissed him, turning in his arms to where I was sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. “It really is. I will definitely be going in again sometime. Do you know what you’re wearing?”
“After the wedding, nothing but a hard on and a smile.” He grinned and kissed my neck. I rolled it to the side, giving him better access even as I chuckled at his joke. “For the wedding, I would have worn my dress uniform. Women always get horny around a soldier in his blues, but I don’t have it with me. So, I was going to wear khakis and a white button-up shirt. Is that okay with you?”
“You could wear a loincloth and I wouldn’t care.” I giggled and cuddled against him.
Laughter rumbled through his chest. “I’ll save the loincloth for the honeymoon.” He grinned and started to lift my shirt up and over my head. I sighed as he kissed across my chest and down to my nipples. He nudged the cup of my bra out of the way and latched onto a nipple—teasing and nipping at the stiff peak. I gasped and looped my arms around his neck as I rocked my hips higher up on his lap, grinding my jean clad softness over his rock-hard cock that strained against his own jeans.
Dean’s fingers unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts from their confinement. He quickly rid me of the lacy garment and laid me back on the bed. His body half covered mine as he continued to lavish my breasts with erotic caresses.
“I have to taste you, Nora. I’ve been dying to taste you for years.” His lips trailed down my body, leaving hot pecks, delicious licks, and unnerving nibbles along my skin. I felt like I was hooked up to an electrical socket, because my blood was buzzing through my veins as he rid me of the rest of my clothes.
I’d seen porn, but nothing was as hot or thrilling as seeing Dean put my legs over his shoulders as he buried his face between my legs. He kissed like he was ravenous, sucking and lapping at my arousal like a man starving. My hips rode against his face as I tried to get closer and away from him at the same time. The contradiction caused a rush of pleasure and need.
I tunneled my fingers through his close-cropped hair as I rocked on his tongue. It was exquisite when he sucked the hard nub of my clit into this mouth and pushed a finger deep inside me. My body stretched around his long thick digit, but I wanted more.
“Dean.” I cried out his name as my orgasm rushed through me.
“Shh.” He pushed up over me and opened his jeans. His cock jutted out from the fly, and he didn’t bother pushing them farther down.
His weight pressed into me. His fully clothed body rubbing along my naked one was a different feeling. He captured my lips and slammed his cock deep into me, catching my cry of pleasure on his lips. I tasted myself on him and lost myself in our kiss. This time was different for us. It was fast and hard, my body didn’t need the slow buildup or the time to adjust to his.
Dean laced my fingers with his and raised them up by my head. We were both swept up in the moment, the need for each other burned so damn brightly. It was like we were insatiable, and we were making up for lost time.
We came together, our orgasms ripping through us both, but we smothered the sounds of our pleasure with our kiss. Every time with him was mind blowingly good, as I always suspected it would be. The connection between us ran so much deeper than anyone knew or realized.
Dean moved to my side and pulled me across his chest. He was still clothed, and I was naked, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been self-conscious about my body around other people, guys especially, but around Dean—I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I took a deep breath as my eyes started to slide shut and our exertions began to take their toll on me.
“Are you upset about Dad?” he finally asked, and I lifted my chin to look up at him.
“He’ll come around, Dean. He was already coming around as we talked to him. I think he’s just worried how it will affect him and Mom, and how it will look to the rest of Sunset Falls.”
“I don’t care about Sunset Falls. The only opinions that matter are the people in this house.”
“I agree.” I pushed up on his chest a bit and rested my head in my hand. “But your dad is more in the public than we are since he’s a respected doctor here. This situation isn’t normal or easy to explain to our own family, let alone people who don’t really know or care about us.”
He sighed and pulled me tighter against him. “I think you have to be the most compassionate, understanding woman I’ve ever met, Nora. That’s part of the reason I love you so damn much—that and your sweet pussy.”
“Dean Foster,” I chided him playfully even as I curled into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face against his chest. He kissed my hair and pulled me closer. I felt cherished in his arms.
“Which reminds me. I was going to give this to you tonight, but—” He reached over to the jewelry bag on the bedside table and grabbed one of the boxes inside, opening it for me to see the most beautiful ring.
I sat up and looked at the small box. Inside was a small marquise shaped diamond with an emerald on either side. He couldn’t have picked out a better ring or setting. It wasn’t overly flashy or big. It was understated and gorgeous.
“Dean.” I gasped when I saw the sparkling gems, knowing even in its simplicity, it couldn’t have been cheap.
“I think it’s time I finally put a ring on it.” He took the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger. The fit was perfect—the setting was perfect, but nothing was more perfect than the man I was going to marry. The man I had been dreaming about for years.
CHAPTER18
DEAN
When Nora and I cleaned up and went back downstairs for dinner, Dad was noticeably missing. Evelyn and Drew were subdued as we all sat down around the table. It was awkward and nobody knew what to say, least of all me.
