Not Quite Mine (Not Quite series) - By Catherine Bybee Page 0,75
tingle down her spine.
Her breasts pushed against his chest and she held his waist tightly.
She was breathless when he stopped kissing her long enough to breathe.
“You’re really here.”
She kissed his chin and drew in his fresh pine scent. “We are.”
Dean traced the sides of her face with his thumbs. “Where’s Savannah?”
“Guest room. Napping.”
He lifted one eyebrow and said, “Good.” He tugged her into the house, closed the door, and moved them to the living room before he started kissing her all over again.
His intention was clear and she was more than willing to consummate their new arrangement.
The buttons of her silk shirt were undone, each one with a kiss and a press of Dean’s tongue against her skin. When only her baby blue lace bra covered her torso, she repeated Dean’s movements and removed his shirt with slow kisses.
The feel of his broad chest and tight abs played at the edges of her fingertips. How many nights had she thought of touching him again, of tasting him? She circled his nipples with her tongue, and laid playful bites when they pebbled. Dean loved foreplay, almost as much as she did. He pressed against her as they stood next to the couch, his erection stiff within his jeans.
He stopped the nipple play by backing her down and covering her half-clothed body with his. “I want to make love to you in every room in this house,” he said against her ear.
“Sounds like a challenge.”
Dean kissed the portion of her breast not covered by her bra. “We know you like a challenge.”
She moaned as he blew hot air through the thin layer of cloth covering her breast. He chuckled quietly, circled his hand around her back, and unclasped her bra. He laved each nipple until they were tight with need and her hips bucked against his.
The couch cushioned one of her legs as Dean moved lower, his tongue dancing across her belly. The desire to tear into his clothes and have him naked and covering her clouded her brain. Equal parts of her wanted to feel him, all of him, deep inside her while her body craved the teasing kisses and scrapes of his teeth.
He wiggled her out of the linen slacks she wore. Her barely-there panties were moist already when he kissed around the straps holding the material together. “I love how you smell,” he told her, running his tongue around the edge of her panties. “How you taste.”
Her body clenched.
As he moved lower to sample her, she held him away.
“I want to taste you,” she told him.
His eyes twitched. “Later,” he said.
But she didn’t want to wait. Her body was so fired up, he could look at her and she’d explode. It was time to welcome him home.
Katie pushed up and ran her hands down his chest before finding the clasp of his jeans.
“Now.”
Dean lifted his hands as if in surrender and helped her relieve him of his clothes.
His thick erection strained against his stomach and her mouth watered. Katie moved so he could lie on the couch before she ran her fingertips along his hip.
The tips of her hair brushed against his penis and he said something under his breath. Katie smiled, kissed his hip, and let her cheek rest against his desire. She teased him as he had done her when they’d made love before.
With only her lips, her tongue, she tasted. His hand fell to her shoulder as he moaned. She smiled around him and took as much as she could manage.
“Fuck.”
She giggled. “Not yet.”
“Oh, darlin’.”
Yeah, she knew the feeling. So she kept going, taking him, and ignoring her own empty body. Dean would take care of her no matter how far he allowed this to go.
A tiny taste splashed on her tongue and Dean pulled her away.
“C’mere,” he groaned.
She crawled up his body and kissed him.
Dean pushed her panties off and ran his hand along her butt with a playful squeeze.
His wet kisses stilled long enough to say. “Condom, back pocket…wallet.”
Instead of reaching for his jeans, she nudged his legs between hers and opened wide for him. “You of all people know there’s no need.” They’d already talked about their health, and that wasn’t a concern. If moving in wasn’t a sign of commitment, Katie wasn’t sure what else there was.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She felt the tip of him slide against her. “I want to feel you…all of you, inside me.”