I rolled across the bed and glanced at my phone. My heart sank when I saw all the email inbox alerts from the Austin marketing team. Task reminders that I had to check my flight and finally book a hotel room. Technically, this should have been a day spent working my new Texas contacts, checking out potential clients with fascinating stories to film once I finished my time with the eco-hotel.

Technically wasn’t definitely though.

I dropped my phone facedown and crawled back to Dean. He opened his arms and I swung my legs around his waist, straddling him easily. With a groan, his palms landed on my ass, rocking me softly against his already-hardening cock.

“Looks like I’m all yours today,” I said. “Are we in a rush?”

His mouth trailed lazily down my neck, hands curving up my body. “Does it feel like I’m in a rush?”

I reached between us, sighing with pleasure as I stroked his thick length. He hissed, the pressure of his hands tightening on my rib cage.

“No,” I purred. “That’s not what this feels like at all.”

His teeth nipped at my lower lip. “Then don’t stop.”

I pressed our foreheads together so we could watch my fingers moving up and down his cock in a slow, teasing speed. Dean captured my mouth on a strangled groan. I sank into the kiss, into the sensuality of our bodies still warm from sleep, the intimacy of sharing a bed the way we had last night. I kept my hand moving at a leisurely pace, enjoying his reaction, which was to grip my face and kiss me through every grunt and sigh and curse.

His skin was slick, cock thick and heavy in my palm, and already I needed him. Dean tore his mouth from mine and slid his fingers between my legs as his tongue landed on my breast, circling my nipple. My lips parted on a moan, head tilting back as he flattened his tongue and circled my opening with shallow thrusts of his finger.

I began jerking him faster, and he penetrated me, adding a second finger and stroking my inner walls.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing either,” I sighed, holding his head as he pulled on my nipple with his lips. He kept the speed of his fingers frustratingly slow. I whined, snapping my hips, urging him to do what I wanted.

With one hand, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from touching him. With the other, he curled his fingers deeper until he caressed a bundle of nerves that made my entire body shake.