me as he grabbed a pillow and positioned it under my hips. My breasts rubbed against the sheet, the cotton sensitizing my nipples to such heightened levels that I tingled all over. I felt Dean’s hands grip my hips, his groan settling deep inside me.
“Christ, you have a fucking perfect ass,” he muttered, rubbing the cotton stretched tight over my bottom. “I want to see you move.”
He twisted his fingers into my panties again, pulling them to the side as he pushed into me with a slow, deep glide.
“Oh, god…Dean…”
“Yeah.” His grip tightened on my hips. “Move, baby. Work that gorgeous ass against me. Show me how badly you want it, how deep you can take it.”
I fisted the bed covers and pumped my hips backward, impaling myself over and over on him. My rear bounced against his flat stomach with every thrust, and the elastic of my underwear dug with an erotically delicious pain into the creases of my thighs.
The sound of our grunts and panting drenched the air. I lowered my head, my hair sticking damply to my shoulders and back. Fire licked my nerves, need building in every cell of my body.
“Dean.”
He pulled out of me, turning me onto my back again. He braced his hands on either side of me and lowered his mouth to mine. His erection throbbed against my thigh. He slipped his fingers into my sex and began rubbing my clit.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, putting my hands over my breasts. “I feel it…oh, yes…oh!”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth at the exact instant an orgasm tore through me, hot sensations sweeping over me so strongly that my whole body shook. I cried out, gripping his shoulders and arching up against him. He captured my lower lip between his teeth, massaging my clit until the blinding vibrations began to wane.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, sinking back against the pillows. “We need to have welcome home sex more often.”
“Well, you do welcome me home every night,” he remarked, pressing a series of kisses over my cheek and down to my neck. “I’d be more than happy to arrange more any kind of sex.”
“If we did this more often, we’d never leave the apartment.”
I stroked my hands down his arms and spread my legs again, wrapping them around his hips. He slid into me, his cock creating an exquisite friction against my sensitive flesh.
I lay there in the heavenly aftermath of my own pleasure and watched Dean work himself toward his own release—his hands caressing my breasts, his gaze hot with need. He came inside me with a groan, a stunning epitome of male beauty with his rippling chest muscles, thick, disheveled hair, and heavy-lidded, dark eyes.
He heaved in a breath and collapsed onto the pillows, reaching out to pull me against him. Our bodies sealed together, sticky and wet.
“We made a mess,” I murmured, trailing my fingers down his chest.
“Mmm hmm.” He fondled one of my breasts. “The best kind of mess.”
I lifted my face to his, and he met me halfway in a kiss that seemed to have no beginning and no end.
A kiss that just always was.
PART IV
Chapter 27
Dean
January 31
“Dean.”
“Right here.”
There’s a strained silence. I turn from the stove to find Liv standing in the kitchen doorway wearing her bathrobe, her hand extended and her expression filled with sadness. I approach her, my heart plummeting at the sight of the dark strands of hair twisted around her fingers.
“I’d almost forgotten I could lose my hair this soon,” she admits. “I was so worried about other side effects, even though they haven’t been that bad. But when I woke up this morning, there was all this hair on my pillow.”
“I’m sorry, beauty.” I pull her into my arms, hating her sadness, hating this has to happen to her, hating what she’s going through. “Try to remember it means the chemo is working.”
I put my hand on her hair, the softness of it so familiar. I’d wanted to run my fingers through Liv’s hair the second I first saw her. And though she’d had it cut shorter before starting chemo, it’s still thick and lush. For now.
Her body heaves with a sigh before she goes to sweep the strands of hair into the trash.
“I’ll call Kelsey,” she says. “She said she’d go back to that wig store with me, but I don’t think I want to wear one. They’re really itchy and hot. The store also has scarves and stuff, and Kelsey