Page 26 of Unwrapped
I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Politician.”
A dangerous smile curves his lips. “Good choice.”
“Seemed fitting.” Any thoughts of Ryan would surely be an instant buzz kill—for both of us.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “You’re gonna let me tie you to that bed.”
“Oh really?” I raise an eyebrow. “What’s your plan after that?”
“I’m gonna fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to.”
Heat floods between my thighs, and my knees buckle, just thinking about it. I never knew this side of Dean existed. With his kind demeanor and gentlemanly ways, I’d always pegged him as passive. I imagined he’d be a tender lover. Clearly, I was wrong. The man before me is nothing like my mild-mannered friend from college who always let me make all the decisions.
Now that I’ve had a taste of this version of him, I want to see just how dominant he can get. “And how, exactly, do you want to fuck me?”
“Hard and deep. Until there’s no question you belong to me.” He trails his fingertip down my cheek. “You should have been mine eleven years ago, Camille, but I fucked up. Now I’m gonna fix that.” Rolling his hips, he lowers his mouth to my ear again. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck all memory of him out of your head. But I’m warning you—I won’t be gentle about it.”
“Good. I don’t want gentle.”
“I won’t stop unless you say the word.”
Now that he’s finally taking what he wants, I never want him to stop. “I won’t say it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me with the same brutality as he did earlier.
Weaving my hands into his hair, I give it right back with a desperation born from years of having to settle for less than I deserve. Dean hooks his hands beneath my thighs and lifts, guiding my legs around his waist. His iron length rubs against my pussy as he grinds his hips. The friction curls my toes. I pull his hair. He bites my lower lip, making me gasp.
He stares into my eyes. “You ready for me?”
“Yes. Don’t hold back, OK?”
His gaze darkens. “Camille, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, I won’t beableto hold back.” He kisses me again, slower and sweeter this time, then carries me over to the bed. He plops me onto the mattress. “Rest your head on the pillows.”
I do as I’m told, watching as he crosses the room to retrieve a condom from his bag. Next, he snatches his jeans from a nearby chair and meets my gaze while pulling his belt from the loops. Just when I think things can’t get more enticing, he rummages in his medical bag.
“You gonna give me a checkup, Doctor?”
He withdraws his stethoscope instead of answering. Next, he wordlessly locks the door and drags over the desk chair. Tilting it, he wedges the back beneath the doorknob so no one could get in if they wanted to. My heart beats faster with his every move, and despite his obvious arousal, he carries himself with the determination of a king who has all the time in the world to pillage and conquer.
“Take off your hoodie,” he commands, approaching the bedside with his belt and stethoscope.
Sitting up, I lift the garment over my head and toss it aside. Beneath it I’m wearing a tank top and bra. I meet his gaze and wait for his next directive. I’m not typically a woman who allows a man to tell me what to do, but Dean’s assertiveness is the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered. I never envisioned him as a take-charge alpha male, and I certainly never imagined him in a position of sexual dominance. But here he is, making me crave a submission I didn’t knowIwas capable of.
“Remove your shirt and bra.” He kneels on the edge of the mattress. “Do it slowly.”
Gripping the tank top’s hem, I leisurely expose my torso. My lace-covered breasts. My collarbone. Once it’s off, I throw it by the sweatshirt and turn my attention to my bra. While I love the thought of him ripping my clothes off, there’s something empowering about stripping in front of him. I’ve waited eleven years for this moment. I refuse to rush it. The reverence on his face when he finally sees my naked breasts makes me feel like a goddess.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, moving closer to press a kiss to each one. “Lie back for me.”
I rest against the pillows once more and peer into his gorgeous, soulful eyes. I’m afraid if I blink this experience won’t be real, and I can’t bear the thought of reverting to our years of distance. Dean has always held a piece of my heart. I miss being his friend. I want him back in my life, in whatever capacity he’ll allow.
“Give me your hands.” His roughened voice makes my inner muscles clench.
I hold them out in front of me. Dean grabs my wrists and lifts my arms over my head. Using his belt, he secures me to the slatted headboard, tightening the length of leather until I gasp.
“Too much?”
“No.”
