Chapter Six

Slowly, not wanting to startle her, he raised his right hand and ran it through her thick hair. Emma closed her eyes and shuddered. That was it: that was all he needed. He ran his fingers down her neck, felt her pulse speed up against his hand. He waited a few more seconds to see if she’d change her mind and move away. When she didn’t, he leaned in and kissed her.

Emma almost moaned aloud when his mouth rested on hers. His lips were soft and gentle; the kiss was a question and he was asking her if this was OK. She answered by blindly reaching out to touch him. Her hands made contact with that broad chest and rested there, relishing the feel of hard muscle under her fingertips. God, he was just so strong and she responded fiercely to it, loving being so close to a man who made her feel more feminine and female than she ever thought possible.

At her touch, Dean deepened the kiss, moving both hands around her waist now. He pulled her up and in tight, her breasts rubbing against him. She gasped and he lifted his head away to look into her eyes.

They were glowing and hopeful, and he knew that she wanted this too. But he needed to hear her say it. He had to be sure that she knew what she was agreeing to; he had to give her one last chance to back out, if she wanted.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You want to get out of here?”

Her smile was hot and he felt his cock harden. “Yes.”

“My place or yours, baby?”

“Yours,” Emma said without even one second of hesitation.

“You sure?” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “You’ll feel OK there?”

“Yes.”

He stepped back and extended his large hand to her, palm up. “Come on, then. Let’s go.”

She took his hand, let him pull her down off the stool. He didn’t let go of her as they walked through the crowd to the door, his wide body clearing a path far more easily than she’d ever be able to. At her height, she always had to inch and ease her way around people. He kept her behind him, pulling her along, and she just followed in his wake.

The late spring air was cool and refreshing. She took a deep breath.

“OK,” Dean said. “Where’s your car?”

“Over there.” She pointed.

“Mine’s right here. You OK to drive? You just had the two, right?”

“Right. I’m fine to drive. What about you?”

“I’m good.”

Their eyes met and he tugged her to him again. This kiss was stronger, more feral, now that he knew she wanted him. His tongue glided over her lips and she opened to him. Dean took her mouth hard, licking and plunging, and Emma closed her eyes and just luxuriated in being so thoroughly tasted and enjoyed.

Dean pulled back so suddenly that she clutched him to regain her balance. They gazed at each other, their breaths coming out tight and harsh.

“Get in the car,” Dean said. “Follow me.”

“OK.” Emma was shaking with her need for him to touch her again. “Yes.”

****

In front of Dean’s place, Emma opened her car door, her legs still weak from that kiss in the parking lot. Dean came to her, yanked her out almost roughly, slammed her door shut. His hands were everywhere: running over her breasts, cupping her face, gripping her hair. He kissed her and she opened her mouth to him again, her hands clutching the front of his shirt.

Dean pulled back. “Inside. Right now.”

She stumbled behind him, barely taking in the cute little house they were entering. He shoved her up against the living room wall, peeling off her coat and his own, pulling her skirt up and over her thighs, kissing her at the same time. She gasped when he gripped her ass and picked her up, and without even thinking about it, Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing her hot centre against him as hard as she could.

Dean pinned her to the wall, holding her there with his whole body. His cock was throbbing, reaching for her, and he was barely holding it together. She was totally spread to him, completely open, her hips moving in small circles on him. Dean wanted to just rip away the barriers between their bodies, to put his mouth on those lush breasts and that pulsing pussy. He needed her in his bed. Now.

Emma gave a small cry when he moved away from the wall, afraid that he’d drop her.

“Easy, honey,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”