Page 35 of Unwrapped
Choose me. Make a commitment. Prove you won’t walk out of my life again.“I honestly don’t know.”
“You do know. You’re just not telling me.” His deep blue eyes burn into mine. “Did I hurt you?” He clears his throat. “I mean upstairs earlier—not my decade of stupidity.”
“No.”
“Are you angry Hudson overheard us?”
My face heats. “I’m a little embarrassed, but I’ll get over it.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he whispers, feathering his knuckles over my cheek.
His tenderness reminds me of the Dean I knew in college. The kind, gentle soul who put everyone before himself. I’m sure that version of him is still in there, but there’s something else too. A darker, more primal man lives inside him—one who isn’t afraid to take what he wants. A man who is more than comfortable being in control.Thatman is a stranger. His dominance intrigues and entices me. The trouble is, I can’t figure out if he exists outside the bedroom.What if I don’t know Dean as well as I thought I did?
“I don’t know how I’ll handle a long-distance thing—if that’s even something you’d want to try. I don’t want to come between you and your family.” I wrap my arms tighter around myself as the confessions fall from my lips in a rush. “Mostly, I’m scared of losing you all over again.”
“I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He steps closer to me. “I want you, Camille. I’ve always wanted you. I can’t guarantee I won’t screw up, but I’m willing to put in the work. Please give us a chance.” He cups my face and brushes his lips over mine, coaxing me into a tender kiss.
The old Dean would have never expressed his feelings. He kept everything wrapped up. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s changed over the past decade.
Unwrapping my arms from my body, I pull him close and weave my fingers into his hair. He groans when I deepen the kiss. I pour my soul into it, gifting him what’s left of my trust. Dean kisses me back harder, until I’m breathless and dizzy. My body comes alive when he grinds his hips against me. He’s rock-hard. I’m beyond ready.
I yank my mouth from his. “Upstairs.”
We rush to his room, barely making it behind the closed door before tugging each other’s clothes off and falling into his bed. He settles on top of me and resumes our kiss, deeper this time. It’s wild. Frenzied. Fueled by lust and hope. Forgiveness and promises.
He rolls his hips, dragging his cock through my body’s slickness, then suddenly stills. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any more condoms.”
“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in three years. All my tests were negative.” After Ryan cheated, I asked my doctor to run every available test. Twice.
“It’s been over a year for me, and I’ve always used protection.”
“I trust you.”
“I trust you too.” He surges forward, filling me with one thrust. “You feel so fucking good.” His words come out on a groan as he starts to move.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and clutch his back, moaning when he deepens his thrusts. Our lips collide, tongues tangling as we battle for control of the kiss. He’ll win eventually but fighting him makes my surrender sweeter. We lose ourselves to the rhythm of our bodies joining, moving as one. Sex with Dean is a homecoming. I’m not a performer; I’m cherished. Safe. Secure.
He slides his hand beneath me and squeezes my ass, brushing his lips over my ear. “You’re mine. You know that, right?”
“Yes.” My breathless reply earns me another ass squeeze.
“You’re a gift, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I cling to him tighter as his strokes bring me closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, God, Dean. Please don’t stop.” I do my best to stifle my moans, but they keep breaking free as pleading whimpers.
He groans and moves faster. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Orgasms are a mindset. I struggled to get there with Ryan because my mind wandered. That isn’t the case with Dean. He’s my sole focus. I’m attuned to every sensation, from the weight of his body on top of me, to the brush of his chest hair against my nipples. His warm breath on my neck. The clench of his thigh muscles. The friction on my clit. Inside, his cock rubs my G-spot with every stroke until I spasm around him.
“Oh,Dean.” I drag my nails down his back as I come, wildly bucking my hips into his thrusts.
“I love hearing you say my name.” He picks up his pace, driving me into the bed. “You feel so good.” He groans the words and fucks me harder. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I wrap my legs tighter around him and grip his ass. “Give me everything.”
