Page 73 of The Fractured

All my previous thoughts were slowly evaporating and quickly being replaced with his presence. His sandalwood and leather cologne filled my senses, and the sensation of his hands on my waist caused my stomach to dip and flutter.

I shifted my hips, aware that at this angle he would feel it.

Dean’s stomach growled.

I smiled and pulled away an inch. “Did you want to eat first?”

He shook his head, looking breathless with his kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils. “I have something else in mind.”

I lifted an eyebrow.

Dean grinned, the kind to dimple his cheek, and got off the couch. As I straightened in my seat, watching his every move, he removed his hoodie. It lifted his T-shirt a little before he leaned over me, hands braced on the back of the couch.

He kissed my lips first, and then my jaw, neck, and shoulder as he pulled the neckline of my shirt aside. All as he lowered himself to kneel between my legs.

While I melted under the burning touch of his mouth on my skin, he untucked my shirt from my jeans and slid his hand up beneath it.

“Watchin’ you drive my car today.” He moved down, skimming his mouth along my shirt above my breasts. His mouth found the bare skin of my stomach while his hands came to the button on my jeans. “Fuckin’ irresistible.”

“When can we go driving again?” I breathed.

“Soon.” He sat back and slowly unzipped and peeled my jeans off.

Once those were discarded on the floor, he brought his mouth to my lower abdomen. He brushed a kiss over my scar,acknowledging it but not lingering, and then trailed several more on a straight route down.

I rolled my head back as his hot breath fanned across my underwear.

God, I hope Kira doesn’t come home right now—Maybe she’s at the markets too—The triplets might still be there.

The thought was a mistake that sent a barrage of memories from today flooding back. I saw Gabriele’s face as he attempted to flirt with me. Now that I knew what he was, I suddenly pictured him with a gun on his hip.

Suddenly, he was Aiden, pointing a gun at me.

My chest tightened until I gasped in pleasure. Thrust back out of my thoughts as Dean kissed me through my underwear.

I focused on what he was doing to stay present.

Running his touch along my thighs, his hands came to my underwear, and he slowly tugged them off and spread my legs.

I thrummed under his gaze as my body relaxed.

He hooked my knees over his shoulders, pulling me down so my ass was on the edge of the couch, and kissed my inner thigh before he gently bit the flesh.

I sucked in a breath, writhing slightly.

“You’re also irresistible when you lose control,” he continued. Arousal was laced in his deep voice as he lowered his mouth to hover above where I desperately needed him to touch me. With the lightest and slowest lick, he teased my clit with his tongue, sending a shiver through my body.

I whimpered softly.

“And those sounds. They make me so fuckin’ hard.” He cupped himself through his jeans and simultaneously slid his fingers over my entrance, wetting them. When he slowly plunged two into me and curled them up, I moaned quietly and arched off the couch. A fist full of cushion in one hand and the palm of my other hand against my forehead.

“Just like that.” He wrapped his mouth over my clit and sucked gently while he continued pressing up with his fingers, getting me there quickly.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

Dean palmed my hips and thighs, dragging his tongue across me as his eyes darkened and sparked with an idea. He took hold of my waist, supporting my weight as he rolled us in one easy motion. I squealed and laughed as I went, finding myself kneeling on the couch while his head remained between my legs.

I held myself up while my hands gripped the back of the couch, panting as the pleasure still pulsed readily through my body.