“Not even close,” I said, hating that I could be as vocal as I wanted on the blog but was nervous to tell him what I wanted.

I licked my lips, loving that they tasted of him, and grabbed his hand on my hip. I lightly kissed his fingers before moving them over my breasts, and lower, until I settled him beneath the hem of my pajama pants.

“Amber,” he half said, half growled, his eyes never leaving mine. Somehow, that intense look, the connection between us was more intimate than where our hands currently rested.

“I want to know what it’s like,” I said.

“What what is like?” he whispered.

“To be touched when it’s wanted. By someone who really…” I couldn’t find the right words, my head swimming with desire and excitement and nerves. “Please,” I continued. “I trust you. And I’m yours. If you’ll have me.”

“Pixie,” he said before crushing his lips on mine. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

A whimper escaped the back of my throat at his declaration, at the current buzzing between us. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone in my life.

I drew my hand away from his, my body arching on its own against his gentle touch as he traced the seam of my underwear. I moaned from the contradicting contact—the passion of his kiss and the sweet, almost tease of his fingers.

The sound must have unleashed something inside him, because he groaned against my lips before dipping his hand beneath the piece of fabric separating us.

I gasped at the contact, at the feel of his callused fingers against the warmth of my skin. Tiny bolts of electricity tickled their way up my spine as he explored me, and the heat was so much I was sure I would explode. His touch was gentle and searing at the same time, his kiss consuming. I moved against him, with him, until everything inside me was detached and tangled. Until my body was a coiled spring.

And just when I thought I couldn’t handle a second more without combusting, Dean broke our kiss for long enough to pin me with his gaze before his eyes trailed to where he touched me, where he held me, and back up again. Holding me on the edge of a cliff when I was dying to fly.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and pressed his lips against mine.

The hunger in his kiss, in his touch, unleashed that spring inside me, and I gasped as my body trembled, tumbled, and sparked, until I could do nothing but fall apart in his arms.

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Amber

Mom: I hope you had an awesome night!

Mom: Have you seen this? Interesting morning read.

I leaned against the hotel bed’s headboard, reading the texts Mom sent earlier this morning, my stomach dropping at the link she’d shared with me.