Never Been Nerdy(86)

“I would like to kiss you, if that’s okay” he says, still staring at my lips. I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to get out of one kiss, but I’m game.

I nod, and feel his one warm hand and one cool one both softly land on either of my cheeks.

He tips my head back while staring into my eyes, as he slowly, so slowly comes to rest his lips against mine. He takes his time on my mouth, just a brushing of flesh on flesh about to drive me crazy and making me want to do unholy things on top of graves.

His tongue slowly sweeps in and I open for him, tasting him again. It’s like he’s got a switch that’s been thrown and I lose his hands on my face and feel his hands fisting my coat at my lower back, now lifting me so we’re closer than before.

Pretty sure I’m going to go to hell for making out on a grave. That’s got to be a sin.

Dean pulls back, breathing hard, eyes dazed. “You drive me crazy, kitten. Absolutely fucking crazy.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, and this time I mean it.

“You’re place or mine?” he growls, setting me down. My inner thighs start to quiver, and heat pulses through me at the thought of him in my bed.

“You sure about this?” I ask, because it’s the right thing to do. Also, I might just be taking advantage of him. I’d hate it if we have sex and tomorrow morning Dean’s out of my life forever. I’ve come to enjoy our Thursday nights together.

You just love his cooking.

That’s not true… much.

“I need you,” he says, voice cracking in the middle and it sucks that I’m so horny that I can’t adequately comfort him right now. But I will!

I nod. “Alright, say bye to your brother and we’ll get going.”

We walk back towards my car, hand-in-hand again, Dean being considerate of my smaller frame and even at one point holding me in front of him while my feet dangle a foot above the ground so I don’t ruin my heels any more than I have to.

It sure as fuck doesn’t help that I’m plastered to his front, and his dick gets cradled by my ass. Dean growls in my ear at the contact and I’m going to need new underwear stat.

Dean says goodbye to his brother and the kid’s girlfriend, waving, and telling him he’ll call sometime tomorrow. Guess Dean’s place is younger brother free.

When he looks to me as he takes a seat in my car, his eyes are bright and his lips look to be a bit swollen from me. He’s never looked sexier, more beautiful to me. I’m going to take care of him tonight.

I’m not going to take, and it’s not going to be all about me.

I’m going to give him the ride of his life, and he’ll be so addicted to me he’ll never think I’m not worth it.

But first, I need to go about this carefully. I’m finally getting what I want, and I need to make sure Dean does, too.

It takes two to play ball, and whatever hurt he’s feeling right now, it’s my responsibility to take it away, at least for tonight.

Tomorrow? That’s a different ballgame. Might as well say forever, since I don’t know anything about the future.

If there even is a future.





Chapter 25




I let us into my apartment with Dean’s giant hand at the small of my back.

Oh, possessive. I like it.

“Take a seat, I’ll make us some supper,” I tell him, taking off my coat, and hanging it up in the closet. I keep my heels on, loving the extra height and the way they make my legs look. I’m more than sure Dean appreciates the view, too.

I open the fridge and lean in, checking out whatever perishables I got in there. Eggs, some Singles cheese, a bunch of veggies that would make a killer omelette. I got some sriracha in there, too, to top it all off. Gathering all the ingredients, I plop them on the counter, then move about to my piano cupboards, stooping low to get the frying pan.

Placing it on the element, the cool hand at my back seeps in through my blouse and spreads along my skin. I shiver, and grin.

“Don’t you want to eat something first?” I ask, whirling around, and placing both hands on his chest. His heart’s even and steady, but his eyes are stark in his face, the green practically glowing. I’m going to love it trying to get his eyes to have that hazy look after I’m done with him.

He smirks, and I laugh at myself. His hands go to my ass, palming a cheek in each one and giving me a squeeze.

Well, hello, Dean Carter. I don’t think I’ve met this side of you before.

“I need you now,” he says, his voice nothing more than a low rumble. My nipples pebble hard in my bra, and he takes one of my hands and places it on his scruffy jaw, only to kiss me in the center of it.

Damn. That beard is going to leave marks on my thighs. Better for remembering later.