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Dean casts me a look over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. He reaches back with one hand, still on the phone, rubbing it over the bare skin of my thigh, rough callouses sendinggoosebumps down my arms. I shiver, and his questioning gaze darkens, turning to lust.

My heart squeezes.

His hand stills, then resumes long strokes on my hip. Finally, he murmurs, “Thanks,” and replaces the phone on the cradle.

The bed barely moves as he rolls towards me, his hand moving from my hip to my face.

I can’t help it, I close my eyes, leaning into the simple touch of his palm on my cheek. Something about it breaks my control, different from when I fell apart with him inside me.

This, this sweetness, will be my undoing.

“Food should be up in half an hour.”

“That’s fast.” I don’t open my eyes.

“Do you need something now? We could crack open the minibar. I should’ve thought to get snacks.” Dean stands, the cold air on my cheek has me looking up at him as he stalks over to the kitchen area in the other room. His ass a masterpiece.

“Wait.”

He stops, turning over his shoulder.Swoon. His abs ripple, his muscles standing out in his legs like some kind of art class anatomy sculpture. Except way, way hotter than an art class model has any right to be.

“What is it?”

“Just checking you out.” I grin, a small laugh escaping and happiness bubbling out of me despite my best efforts at not taking this—this thing between us—too seriously.

He flexes, and I throw the back of my hand over my eyes.

“It’s too much.” I’m only half-joking.

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you too much.” He crosses the space to the bed in a few steps, landing on top of me, bracing himself with his elbows as he hovers over me. I squeal, then laugh.

The sound cut short by his lips on mine, claiming them. He kisses me slowly, pulling me up to sitting, holding my back as hedeepens the kiss. My hands wrap around his neck, tangling my legs around his waist.

His hands are so strong against my back. Careful and powerful. I relax into him, lost in him.

A shrill beeping startles me, and I break away from him. This is addictive. The rush from his kiss, the warmth of his caress. The phone rings again.

Shaking my head, I try to clear it. “Think there’s a problem with room service?”

Dean’s eyes remain on me, continuing to run calloused hands across my back. Gripping my ass, he pulls my naked body even closer to his before kissing the sensitive spot below my ear.He found that spot pretty quick.

Finally, the noise stops.

Arching against him, the proof I turn him on, too, nudges me. Demanding my attention.

The phone rings again and I sigh, stiffening in his arms.

“I think you should answer that.”

“Do you really want me to?” His mouth finds the peak of my breast, and I go limp again.

“No.”

He moves back to my mouth, doing something with his tongue and teeth that sets my whole body on fire. Again.

The phone ringing finally wins out. I crack an eye open and glare at it.

“Dean… I think you should answer it.”