Page 104 of One Lucky Hero (Men in Uniform 1)

I’m trying to show you what you mean to me.

“I just wanted to do something nice,” he said.

“You have done plenty of nice things. You’ve painted and cleaned up my house. You saved me and my sister from a violent bastard. You have watched over all of us and been so good to Casey . . . Honestly, I don’t know if I can ever repay you for everything you’ve done.”

“I didn’t do any of that so you would owe me something,” Dean said, affronted.

“I know, which is what makes you even more special. You are a good guy.”

“Only because I want to make you happy.”

Dean never looked away from her face, even as she brought his hand up to her mouth. “I want to make you happy, too.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

AS THEY WALKED back through the lobby to the hotel elevator an hour and a half later, Violet was as jittery as a virgin on prom night. She knew what was going to happen, and even though they had been there before, part of her was afraid she had built everything up in her mind. Perhaps sex with Dean wouldn’t be as good as she remembered, or maybe she would be the disappointing one.

Dean pressed the third-floor button, and the elevator doors closed. Violet glanced his way shyly as he tugged on her hand, and just as the doors opened again, he swung her up into his arms.

“Not this again!” Violet laughed.

Dean ignored her as he stepped out and passed by an elderly couple who smiled at them.

“Good evening,” Dean said.

“Good evening,” they responded.

When they were out of earshot, Violet hissed, “You know, you’re being a bit too obvious about what you plan on doing to me.”

“What do you mean? I was just going to carry you to your room and tuck you in—”

“You better be joking! I wore my sexy underwear just for you, and it is not comfortable,” she said.

“I saw.” Dean grinned as he dropped her to her feet and slid his key into the card reader. “And the first thing that came to mind was pulling it off with my teeth.”

Violet didn’t wait for him to try to pick her up again. Pushing the door open, she grabbed him by his suit jacket and jerked him into the room after her.

The door shut behind them with a loud click, and darkness shrouded them as they fused together. Hands roamed unsteadily as they struggled with buttons, buckles. Shoes dropped in their wake as they sought the bed blindly.

Violet unzipped the side of her dress and peeled it off, stepping out in only the lace underwear. The skim of his rough hands against her waist was like exquisite sandpaper, stimulating her nerves even as his thumbs hooked into her panties.

And then she sensed his movement as he knelt in front of her, his mouth worshiping her stomach, hips, and thighs. She sighed as he dragged her panties down, exposing her to his seeking mouth and tongue. It was so different from the first time he’d loved her, maybe because the lights had been on and it had been driven by raw need and passion.

This was different. This was slow and sweet. His fingers gently spread her as his mouth found her clit, pressing against the little button and thoroughly teasing it.

Dean moved her until she felt the bed behind her and wordlessly lay back, her feet still touching the floor. The rustle of clothes and their heavy breathing were the only sounds as Violet reached for him, finally finding the warm muscle of his shoulder as he came over her.

They seemed to be making music with just their bodies, and it was the most beautiful thing Violet had ever experienced. The rasp of his stubble on her skin. The catch of her moan as his hand found her once more and the cries that follow

ed as she came, soaring and lifting off the bed. The distinct crinkle of the condom wrapper and finally Dean’s deep groan as he pushed inside her aching body.

And as she moved along with Dean, her arms and legs wrapping around him, Violet realized she never wanted the music to end.

DEAN THRUST IN long sure strokes, wrapped in the warmth of Violet’s body. He was holding back. He wanted this to be good, so good she would finally understand what he’d been trying to convey without words.

That this was love and he never wanted to let her go.

Violet’s lips found his neck and shoulder, sucking, and his balls tightened, his dick jerking inside her as he drew closer to the finish.