I climbed back into the bed and gently settled myself between her knees. I took my time, kissing the line of her jaw, the seam of her neck, before working my way back up to her lips. She moved underneath me, her body seeking mine like it was an instinct. I ran my fingers through her hair with my free hand, my other arm holding me up enough to look down at her. And I never lost that wild gaze as I slowly, gently slid inside her.

Her brow furrowed for a moment before she sighed.

And this time when she moved, she moved on me.

With me.

Rolling her hips while I slid in and out, our bodies flush, the heat of her skin soft and slick against mine.

I kissed her despite our gasping breaths.

I drank in the taste of her, swallowed those delicious sounds she made.

The connection between us tightened, strengthening as our bodies crashed against each other. As she arched and met me move for move, like we were made for this. Like we’d been doing this all along.

When her legs locked around my back, when her nails dug into my shoulders, when she let out the sweetest damn sigh I’d ever heard, I lost myself in her. Watched her as she flew apart in my arms.

And I held on.

Held on so tight I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let her go.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Amber

I couldn’t stop smiling.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Dean glanced my way from behind the wheel, and I tried and failed miserably to act like I hadn’t been staring at him, cheesing like I’d just met Tom Hiddleston at Comic-Con.

“You know,” he said, turning down the street that would lead us to Jake’s house—where we’d left my car last night. “You’re dangerous when you look at me like that.”

I feigned shock. “What do you mean?” Everything inside me was giddy and overwhelmed with happiness.

“You could get anything you want from me with that smile.”

“Oh,” I said, rubbing my palms together. “What a useful weapon. I wonder what I should request first?” I tapped on my chin. “Maybe your vintage Super Nintendo?” I laughed when he gaped at me. “Or perhaps your ticket to the TOC?”

He kept one hand on the wheel while the other flew to the center of his chest. “Wicked, Pixie.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Never,” I said as he parked behind my car lining Jake’s street.

He hopped out, opening the door for me before I could get a chance.

“You could be that wicked,” he said. “And I’d still love you.”

A warm shudder rippled through me. I fisted his shirt, yanking him down to my level, my lips a millimeter from his.