Page 37 of It’s Only Love (Citrus Pines #1)

“No, now it’s your turn,” she commanded, pushing him back down and surveying the body stretched out underneath her.

Her eyes started at that beautiful face of his, that made her insides turn to jelly before traveling down the wide expanse of his chest. His pecs jumped under her perusal, and she arched an eyebrow at him, show off .

He just grinned at her, and she trailed her hand over his six-pack.

Pressing over each of the bulging muscles before following the small trail of blond hair that stopped at the top of his pants.

She bit her lip as she remembered what it felt like when she had her lips around him, sliding him in and out of her mouth, how much he had enjoyed it and the pleasure she had given him.

She moved her hand inside and rubbed over him, grinning as his breath caught in his throat when she did.

She dipped to cup his balls and squeezed gently, earning a dark curse from his lips.

She grabbed the sides of his pants and boxers and pulled them down, he lifted his hips and then he was free.

She stared at him, thick and hard, stretching up and resting on his lower abdomen.

She licked her lips teasingly and he groaned, his eyes roving over her body.

She remembered she was fully naked, the thought pricking her anxiety until she saw the raw desire in his eyes as he watched her.

Her breath left her at the sight of this strong, sexy man so turned on by her, and her confidence soared.

“Now who’s beautiful?” she asked, her voice thick.

Her nipples puckered, he growled and the next thing she knew she was on her back, his body covering hers.

His weight settled on her, teasing her with its hot, hard plains and seductive scent.

She parted her thighs, allowing her body to cradle his, and he settled himself against her, his cock coming up against her slick sex, both of them groaning at the sensation.

He placed his elbows either side of her shoulders, his hands cradled her face as he looked down at her.

His eyes searching her as he stroked over her cheeks, forehead, eyebrows, and mouth as if memorizing her.

Her throat felt thick with emotions she didn’t want to be feeling, she’d never been adored like this.

She lifted her head to kiss him, to break the spell, but he dropped his head lower and licked across her nipple then sucked hard.

He thrust his hips at the same time, entering her slowly.

He thrust gently, pushing himself inside, nearly to the hilt then withdrawing at the last moment.

The delicious friction and sensations he created had her eyes rolling back into her head.

The next time he tried to withdraw, her muscles clenched around him tightly.

A strangled sound left his throat and whatever control he had been exhibiting, snapped.

He bared his teeth and started pounding into her with hard, fast thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him, holding on for the wild ride, latching onto his firm biceps, just as she had imagined. But this was better than any fantasy.

He was wild, a beast, grunting and snarling with every pound of his hips.

When they had sex in his truck she was on top, she controlled the tempo, she was in charge of the way he moved and what he felt.

Now he was in control and a force to be reckoned with.

He controlled and dominated her body, what sensations she felt and when.

She surrendered to him and took what he gave, relishing it.

She knew she would have scrapes on her back in the morning, but she didn’t care.

Seeing him so savage in his need heightened her own arousal like nothing she ever experienced.

She dug her nails into his back and tilted her hips, so he hit her deeper.

When she trailed her hands down and sunk her nails into his firm ass, he cursed and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer for a brutal kiss.

She tasted herself on his tongue and she felt her orgasm building but was taken aback by the intensity of it.

She buried her face in his neck as she cried out, her grip on his ass tightening, a cry tearing from her throat.

He grunted as her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him so tight before he cursed again and followed her over the edge into bliss.

He shuddered and she felt him inside of her, hot and wet.

They stayed locked together, her face buried in his neck and she could feel his pulse pounding, the beat matching hers.

As their breathing calmed, Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, then her lips and they both moaned as he slid out of her.

He didn’t move off her, just stayed there covering her body, her soft skin pressed to his.

She ran her hand up and down his back and they settled into silence.

“I’m sorry, I was too rough,” he said, his voice gravelly.

She opened her eyes and looked up at his concerned expression with disbelief. What? That had been perfect, he’d lost control, owned her body and she loved every moment of it. She was still humming and throbbing with satisfaction.

“Are you serious? That was amazing!” she gushed, feeling herself blush under his scrutiny. “No apology necessary,” she added and lifted her lips in a lazy, satisfied grin.

He looked down at her, shocked, but didn’t say anything.

Instead, he tried to roll off her, but she latched onto his shoulders and snuggled into his chest, feeling his arms go around her.

She knew snuggling was a no-no for keeping this casual, but if this was the only time she would have with him, she was going to do what she wanted.

She was exhausted and as she drifted into her dreams, she realized this was the happiest she had felt in a very long time.

*

She woke in the morning, snug and warm in her blanket burrito, the smell of the fire still lingering in the air hours after the embers burnt out.

Her muscles burning deliciously, she burrowed in and smiled as she inhaled Dean’s lingering scent.

The smell evoking memories of their night together.

Turns out once wasn’t enough, neither was twice.

Third time’s the charm? Still not enough.

He woke her in the early hours trailing hot, wet kisses down her spine, his palm squeezing her ass.

He got her so worked up that she begged him, honest to God begged .

Of course, he had been happy to oblige, he was a gentleman like that.

But today was a new day, the antics from last night were a one off, a casual fling.

They flung and got it out of their systems or at least tried to, she wasn’t sure she had him out of her system yet.

She never experienced anything like that with her previous partners, all two of them.

Dean made her feel alive, sexy, desirable, and confident.

The way she felt when he looked at her? Unparalleled.

It also worried her. She couldn’t become attached to him and she was fast learning that Dean was the kind of man that a woman could get attached to.

She would be leaving town once the house was done.

They’d had some fun and now it was back to reality.

With a deep sigh she threw the blanket back and sat up, looking around the brightly lit room.

Even during the day with the bright sunshine streaming in the wide windows, it still felt cozy.

She wrapped his bathrobe around herself and decided to explore the house since she hadn’t gotten to see any of it last night due to the blackout.

She left the living room and went across the hall, through the open archway opposite and found herself in the kitchen.

It was an open plan room, brightly lit from a wall of full-length windows with a door facing out onto the terrace.

Outside was a corner sofa curving around a glass table with a firepit in the center, a pair of armchairs, and against the wall was a barbecue grill.

She could just picture Dean standing at the grill, flipping burgers laughing over his shoulder at Beau and Taylor’s back and forth, then Justine and Christy would come out through the doors with a pitcher of cocktails and snacks for everyone.

She smiled at the visual and then realized what she was doing.

Where had that come from? It unsettled her how easily the scenario had come into her mind and how right it felt.

She turned her focus to the rest of the kitchen, trying to ignore her thoughts.

The kitchen itself was gorgeous. Wooden counter units ran along the walls and an island sat in the middle with wooden stools that had pale yellow and blue cushions.

There were bottles of various oils and dressings clustered together.

A spice rack, cookbooks, and a fruit bowl decorated the counters and island.

It seemed more like a country-style kitchen, perfect for a family, than somewhere a bachelor would meal prep.

The whole house felt like it was designed for a family rather than just one man.

And like the living room, it was cozy and inviting.

She could sit at the island and chat to him while he cooked; there was nothing sexier than watching a man in the kitchen.

She sighed at her imagination again, getting frustrated and left the room.

The hallway carpet was a soft, plush beige which ran up the wide staircase.

She flexed her bare toes, loving the feel of the material squishing between them.