“Yes…yes…,” I started to cry, eyes closed, head tipped back, needing all of it from him. But then he stopped all of his movements, and I groaned in protest. Dean gripped my chin and gave me a rough kiss.

“Not like this,” he growled. “In my mouth.”

Dazed and out of breath, I could only watch as he dropped down my body, shoved the shirt over my hips and propped my legs open wide. I was already shaking, so fucking close the slightest touch was going to set me off. I thread my hands through his hair, and his eyes found mine as he curled two fingers inside of me. My back curved off the cushions so dramatically Dean had to hold me in place. And then he pressed his palm over my mouth and firmly licked my clit, and I broke completely apart. I screamed against his hand as pleasure detonated outward from his tongue and his fingers, licking and fucking me through peak after peak of my orgasm.

He eased me through the aftershocks with an understanding born from the past five days of learning my body’s needs inside and out. The intimacy of that knowledge had me staring at him, wide-eyed, as he crawled back up with a look on his face filled with affection and lust and desire—an endless wanting that would have scared me if I wasn’t wearing the same expression. I shifted off the couch before he could settle on top of me. His lips quirked as I pressed him back and tore off his shorts. His cock rose, thick and veined, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

I took a second to admire him, his scars and chest hair, rippling stomach and powerful shoulders. With a pleased smirk, I straddled him so he could watch me tug my shirt off and send it flying across the living room. Through a tiny gap in the curtain, I caught the first glimpse of the sky over the row homes, beginning to lighten.

“Tabitha,” he groaned, gripping my hips and starting to move me. But I shook my head and kissed him instead, then took a long, long time kissing down his throat. His head tipped back, a strangled breath escaping when I reached his chest. Dean was so strong, and his body had endured so much, and he deserved to be worshiped the same way he’d so eagerly done. I let my lips and my mouth taste his skin, caress every flexing muscle as his fingers sifted through my hair. When I finally reached his cock, I nuzzled my cheek against it. It was like velvet over steel, and nothing made me happier than flattening my tongue at the base and dragging it to the tip while Dean’s lips curled into a primal snarl. He speared his hands into my hair, twisting it back. I waited, teasing him, stroking him gently with my mouth poised over the tip.