“I’ll never let you hear the end of it if the soup burns.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Dean’s hand landed on my cheek and he tugged me toward his lips. I went willingly. I’d let him do anything to me.
“Should we go to the bedroom?” I said against his mouth.
“You need to keep an eye on the food.”
If he was touching me, there was no way I could keep an eye on anything. I wanted to tell him that, but his hand slipped under my shirt onto my bare skin, and I had no other thoughts.
Pregnancy had made everything more sensitive, and every part of me he touched erupted in gooseflesh. When his lips moved back to my neck, that joined in.
I could have stayed here forever. But I also wanted more. It didn’t matter what he did, I would be happy. He was all mine. How could I not?
Wrapping my legs around him, I tugged him closer. His body pressed against me in all the ways I needed him to, and I thanked all the gods I could that my counters were the perfect height for this.
Dean was already hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of him against me. There had been a time when I never thought this would happen again, and here I was, living in exactly that.
My mind was alight with all the things he could do to me. There were so many positions I wanted, but we had limited time.
Eventually, the feel of him through his jeans was no longer enough.
“I need you to touch me,” I said.
“I wanna take this slow.”
“No,” I whined. “I can’t wait.” He pulled away and took me in. I had no doubts my cheeks were flushed. Everything felt hot. “Please,” I begged. “You have to make me come. I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “You know I can’t say no when you beg.” His hand snaked down and his mouth returned to mine. “You look fucking incredible while you do it.”
I couldn’t manage a response as he slid his hand past thewaistband of my sweatpants. My eyes slipped closed as he brushed across my clit.
I’d been thinking about this for months, and there was a part of me that wondered if I was playing it up in my mind.
Dean’s finger traced up and down my slit and I let out a breathy moan.
“Have you been waiting for this?”
“Yes.Yes.I can’t wait much longer.”
He finally applied pressure and I sucked in a breath. My hands landed on his shoulders and they tightened as his finger rubbed circles. We must have looked wild like this, him with his hands in my pants as dinner simmered on the stove, but I loved it.
This wasn’t going to take long, and I knew that as he kept the pressure on and let it build. My hips moved in time with his movements as my breathing kicked up. My body had been ready for this. It also helped that it was Dean. His hand was far better than mine.
I was hitting the edge as heat built from my core. It threatened to spill over and take me with it.
“Fuck,” I said into his mouth, and he pulled away just enough to look at me as I tipped over it.
My eyes slipped shut and my entire body clenched as white-hot pleasure rippled throughout every cell in me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he said. “I mean, you are every day, but this is ... even better.”
“I’ll look even better when you’re fucking me.”
“We’ll have to test that.”
My body still sang after my orgasm and I only wanted more. My hands moved from his shoulders to peel his shirt off his body. He took his jeans off and yanked my sweatpants down.