“You liked it?” I asked, back arching as his hand roamed up my belly. The pads of his fingers circled lazily around my nipple. I bit down on my lip, as if making a sound would shatter a morning that felt removed from real life.

“You made me feel like my body was mine again,” he murmured. “Made me feel confident. Powerful. I liked you looking at me like you wanted me as badly as I wanted you.”

I trailed my nails down his back until I could grab his ass. He nipped at the crook of my neck with a harsh-sounding breath. “I did want you,” I whispered. “I do want you. If I’d had it my way, I would have dragged you to bed that first night.”

He made a noise that was part dark laughter, part low growl. Then he dropped his mouth to my shirt-clad breasts. With a hunger that sent waves of heat to my core, he sucked on my nipples through the fabric until I was boneless and writhing beneath him.

“Dean,” I gasped, pushing my breasts into his lips. “Your migraine. You’re not… Do you feel… Are you okay?”

With his other hand, he grabbed both of my wrists and gently held them over my head, pressed into the arm rest behind us. The action set my entire body on fire. His hips pinned me to the couch, face hovering a few inches over mine. When he kissed me, it was with a slow savor. A savor that turned commanding and possessive as he began rocking his cock against my bare sex. Grinding into me, swallowing every sound I made with a sweep of his tongue.

“How do I feel, Tabitha?” he asked, thrusting against my clit.

“Good,” I panted. He bit my ear. “Perfect, I mean. Hard. So hard, so…oh God.”

“Better than okay, then?” His grin was half-wicked, half-sweet.

I matched it, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging. “So now we’re cocky, huh?”

His quiet laughter sent me into that full-body shiver. As did his next kiss, the pressure of his fingers on my wrists, the deliberate movement of his hips between my thighs. With every slide of his cock through my folds I was climbing closer and closer to orgasm, splayed out on this couch with the morning sky still dark outside. He dragged his mouth down my cheek to my ear and began tonguing the shell, up and down. Sensation spiked through me. I nuzzled against him, urging on those lips, the scrape of his teeth offering a pinch of pain just when I needed it. His hand slid back under my shirt to thumb my nipple in strokes that matched his cock, that matched his tongue, and suddenly I was poised to explode.