Dean’s dark, liquid eyes hit me with a curious glint. “All this sexy underwear deserves to be worn, Norah.”
“I do wear it,” I reply crisply while stabbing a finger into his meaty chest. “It’s a feminine power thing.”
Dean bites his lip and grabs my hand, combing our fingers together between us. “What does that mean exactly?”
“It’s something I read years ago.” I tilt my head to watch his reaction. “Experts said wearing a Superman T-shirt under your clothes made wearers feel more confident and powerful in business. I figured if a Superman shirt gave men big-dick energy, sexy lingerie could do the same for women. I’ve been wearing stuff like this ever since.”
Dean blinks slowly as his brows pinch together. “Are you trying to tell me you’re in stuff like this under that baker’s parka you wear?”
“Pretty much.” I glance down to play with the vertical ribbing along my rib cage. “I have drawers full of this stuff. You don’t want to know how much I’ve spent over the years. But hey, that big-dick energy has grown my business immensely, so it clearly works.”
Dean stares at me with a sort of fond look on his face and then shakes his head dismissively. “Had I known you had this going on under that tarp you wear, I would have tried a lot harder.”
I bark out a laugh. “If that was you taking it easy, I don’t want to know what trying hard would have looked like.”
“Now you’ll never have to find out.” He flings off his glasses and steps closer, dipping his head to kiss the mounds of cleavage created by my push-up bra. His voice is deep and gravelly as he murmurs, “You taste as good as you look, sugar.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
My breath catches when he grabs my breasts greedily in his hands and pins me with a look. “I’ve never meant it more than right now.”
My lips form a thin line as I nod to his chest. “Your turn.”
His brows furrow. “My turn?”
“I’m in my underwear…so you should be too.”
He shakes his head like I’m some silly puppy in need of training. “Norah, you’re not controlling this tonight.”
“Say what?”
“You control every other aspect of your life. Let me have this.”
He steps forward, pinning me in place with his chocolatey eyes, and reaches behind me, unfastening the several clasps of my longline bra. I gasp when the air hits my bare nipples, but Dean doesn’t look at them. Instead, he continues watching my face as he skates his fingers up my belly and slowly circles each of my breasts one at a time.
My hands clench into fists as I silently will him to just fucking bend me over the couch or something already. Do I need to remind him it’s been a year?
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he croaks, his breath hot on my ear as he nuzzles it.
“What?” I question, my head falling back at the heady sensation of his whiskers on my flesh.
“Letting go.”
I sway in my heeled boots. “Dean,” I moan when he finally grazes my hardened nub and rolls it firmly between his fingers.
“What do you want, sugar?” he asks, leaning in and pressing his lips to my throat in long, sensual kisses.
“I want sex,” I state honestly. “Now. It’s been too long. We need to hurry this along.”
Dean tsks and moves his lips to the other side of my neck, paying special attention to my shoulder as he murmurs, “I want to savor this, Norah. Let me get to know your body first.”
He backs me up and slowly lays me on the bed, careful of my tender ass as he pulls off my boots and his lips explore my body—my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Definitely my breasts.
I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but the combination of his lips and that trim beard on my body is doing crazy things to my libido.
He finally returns to my lips, and I grab his face and wrap my legs around his hips to pull him on top of me. I need to feel his weight against me. I want to touch his dick and see if he’s…
“Not yet,” he says, moving to my side and propping himself on his elbow as he caresses his fingers along my stomach. “I need to see if you’re ready.”
I hit him with an unamused look. “Take your pants off and