I’d saved every dollar from all the jobs I’d ever had. It also helped that I bought the place when everything seemed to be falling apart. I put my heart and soul into this and the rest of the town.
“That’s very impressive.” His eyes trailed every wall. “A one-night stand in a clothing shop is a new one for me.”
I shook myself out of it at the reminder. This was a one-night stand. Nothing else.
“The blinds are closed, and as long as we don’t turn the lights on, no one will know we’re here.”
“So I can’t even see you? Seems a little unfair.”
“It’s the price to pay to stay out of the town news,” I said.
“The fucking town news,” he muttered. That raised a flag in my mind. His words were coated with a bitterness that I wanted to understand. Had he been the subject of gossip before?
But Dean instead captured my lips in a kiss, which immediately silenced my thoughts. He was a good kisser. Actually, one of the best. His lips were soft even as his hands kept a tight hold on me. He smelled clean, like a man’s soap that I couldn’t place. It was the kind of thing I could come home to.
No. Nope. I pushed the thought out. This was just sex. No relationship would come of it.
Dean’s hands moved from my hips to the small of my back, slipping under my shirt. It had been too long since I slept with anyone, and I tried to resist making a sound at the first skin-on-skin contact I’d had in a while. But it slipped out in the form of a quiet moan.
“S-sorry,” I said, pulling away for a second. “We should probably be quiet. These walls aren’t soundproof.”
“Nah,” he said. “Ilovehearing when I make a woman feel good. And these old buildings are better built than you think.”
“I’m guessing you know from the coffee shop?”
“I do, and everyone’s at the bar. So let loose, baby. Tell me if I make you feel good.”
“Does that mean you actually know how to make me feel good?”
“I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”
My breath hitched as I watched his silhouette get on his knees. This was all so new to me, yet it felt dangerous in a way I wasn’t familiar with. I’d always done things the right way to keep myself in line.
Breaking that was both terrifying and thrilling.
Dean went under my skirt and moved my panties down. I hoped he gave as good as he talked. If I finally stepped out of line and he was terrible at sex, then I might lose my mind.
But then he picked me up and placed me on the counter before his mouth covered my core, his tongue going right for my clit. He didn’t fumble around. He didn’t struggle. He knew right where to go.
He gave it one long lick, which I felt all the way in my toes. If he could manage to keep that up, I’d come in a few minutes, which was a record for me.
I should have known he was just getting started. When Dean went in the second time, he painted amuralwith his mouth, tongue dancing over my core in an expert way. I let out a shocked gasp and had to brace myself on the counter to keep from falling over. He wasn’t a playboy just because of his charm.
He also knew what he was doing.
I’d never been given oral like this. And I let him know with my moans whenever he hit my clit just right. I didn’t hold back any sound, just as he asked. I’d never built up so quickly, and if I wasn’t careful, I could get addicted to it.
I didn’t know a man could eat me out like this. If I had, I would have been looking for a one-night stand a long time ago.
“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna ...” I trailed off, warmth taking over. My orgasm pushed out every other thought and my head rolled back as my vision whited out.
I pushed away, ready to offer to return the favor, but he pulled me back.
“No. We’re staying right here until you come as many times as you want.” His voice was rough and he sounded like a man starved.
And now I saw why women wanted him. Why they wanted him to stick around.
I wasn’t sure how he knew that I was the kind of person who could come multiple times, but no one ever had the patience to get me there. It was always one for me, if that, and one for him.