I didn’t hold back. I was too close, too on edge. I sat up, propped my hands on his chest for leverage, and rode him fast and dirty. The changed position had us both tipping our heads back, and the very second Dean’s fingers grazed my clit I came instantly. The orgasm was glorious—shook my entire body, had a smile blooming on my face as Dean thrust his hips up and up and up with sweat on his brow. I bent over again for purely selfish reasons, wanting to kiss him as he climaxed. And I did, feeling him growl out barely coherent words as he came inside of me with a soft roar of satisfaction.

31. Tabitha

Thirty-One

Tabitha

A few minutes later and I was still collapsed on Dean’s chest, content to listen to the sound of his heart as my own finally slowed. He gently rolled onto his side and tucked me against him so we were facing each other on the narrow couch, in his living room starting to fill with dim morning light. That hushed witching hour had come and gone, and I now had a flight to catch tomorrow.

I stroked the soft skin at his temples. “How’s your head?”

He kissed the inside of my wrist. “Much, much better thanks to you.”

My cheeks got hot. He chuckled. “Not because of the sex. Though I’m sure levitating during an orgasm is good for your overall health.”

I hummed. “That good?”

He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. We inhaled together. Exhaled. “Yes. Always. But mostly I feel better because you took care of me. Thank you.”

“No thanking necessary,” I said firmly. “You would have done the same thing for me. Will you feel any leftover effects today?”

He paused. “Hard to say. That migraine broke fast. I’ll still be foggy today though. Exhausted by tonight. When they last longer, if they last for days, I feel tired and shaky for a long time after. Like my brain gets replaced with cotton balls.”

I scratched his scalp in gentle circles. I’d done this last night right before he’d drifted off to sleep, and he’d seemed to like it through the haze of pain. His eyes closed with a grateful-sounding sigh. “Does this help?”

“So much.”

We lay there together without speaking as I tended to him, so comfortable I was tempted to drift off asleep again. But then Dean murmured words I didn’t catch.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

His eyes opened, lips rounding up. “You called me that last night.”

My face heated with another blush. “Well, you’re very…very sweet. I was merely stating a fact.”

Dean smirked. “Mm-hmm.”

I laughed. “Was that your question?”

“I asked if you had any more secrets. Now that you know how I felt about you in school.”