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Kayla woke up to the feel of fingers sifting through her hair and opened her eyes to find dark blue eyes staring straight at her. Even as she wondered just how long Dean had been looking at her sleep, she moaned low in her throat at how sexy he looked. Wasn’t it a sin or something to look so fine that early in the morning? She groaned when Dean smiled and drawled,
“Morning sexy.” Dean’s voice sounded deeper and rougher than she’s ever heard it.
She loved how he sounded, his voice all slow and sleep-roughened. “What are you doing?” She murmured.
“Watching you sleep.” He answered huskily, his voice sending a shiver of awareness through Kayla.
“Oh God, don’t look at me, I probably look awful,” Kayla said trying to get out of bed.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Dean said laughing softly and stopping her from getting off the bed. He leaned over her and stared into her blushing face. “You are so beautiful it’s not even funny.”
Kayla laughed. “That’s so corny.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll show you corny. Come here.” The Dean leaned down and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.
Kayla was instantly so turned on she thought she might come from just the relentless spasming of her needy pussy. Her nipples hardened into hard pebbles, causing a deep ache in her breasts. God, Dean could get her so hot and bothered, it boarded on embarrassment. Whimpering, she rocked her hips against his thigh, aroused, desperate for the feel of any part of him she could get inside her. But even as Kayla panted with excitement, the flesh between her legs trembling with want, her mind picked up on something else.
“Why do you taste minty?” She breathed into the kiss.
“Well, I got up and gurgled. You didn’t think I was just going to wake up and kiss a beautiful woman with a stinky mouth did you?” Dean asked with a straight face.
“Oh my God, Dean…” Kayla said pushing him off her and getting out of bed even as Dean roared with laughter.
“Hey, I’m not beautiful. You don’t have to go to that trouble on my account.” He laughed.
“Dean, you’re gorgeous.” Kayla couldn’t help screeching in annoyance. “Ever looked in a mirror?” She asked and promptly burst into laughter when Dean’s face turned pink.
“Are you blushing Dean Broody?” She drawled, turning to enter the bathroom. Her laughter could be heard from inside the bathroom.
By the time she got back to the room, Dean was standing by the bed, holding a wide tray of food. Kayla gasped in surprise, staring at Dean. With a toss of his head, he made Kayla know exactly where he wanted her. She slowly climbed back into bed and watched as Dean set the tray on her lap. There was cereal, coffee, juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, pancakes, and a single red rose. Kayla picked up the rose but couldn’t seem to have the strength to bring it to her nose and inhale its sweet scent like she was dying to.
“Thanks, Dean. But I don’t think I can possibly eat all this.” Kayla said in a voice so low Dean had to strain to hear her. She was staring unseeingly at the food.
Dean saw Kayla’s lips quiver and swore under his breath. He quickly picked up the tray from her lap and placed it beside her on the bed. Then he moved to sit with his back against the headboard, behind a really emotional Kayla. He pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest, and simply held her. When Dean saw a tear slide down her cheek, he turned her to straddle him and kissed it away.
“It’s okay baby. Shhh. You sure you’re not coming down with something? ‘Cause the Kayla I know never cries.” Dean murmured teasingly.
“Fuck you.” Kayla laughed shakily. “I’m sorry for the waterworks. It’s just that no one has ever served me breakfast in bed and…”
“Kay, I was your first. Who were you expecting to serve you breakfast in bed? The guys you left with blue balls?” Kayla burst into laughter. “Or Mother Theresa?”
By now Kayla was laughing so hard Dean feared the juice on the tray would spill onto the bed. He pulled the tray closer and did something that surprised the hell out of Kayla…he fed her. She was lost for words. She felt pampered, cherished and…loved.
“So…ready for some shopping?” Dean asked when they were done with breakfast. “Serious work starts tomorrow.”
Dean had explained that his firm had been contracted to put up a building for a bank in Dubai. Coincidentally, the lawyers for his client were her and Cole’s firm. Everything had already been finalized so all Kayla had to do was sign the documents on behalf of her firm on Monday. She didn’t have to be part of any meeting. That had been just a ploy to get her to go to Dubai to spend time with Dean. Dean, on the other hand, had a lot of meetings to attend to before their departure on Wednesday. They were going to be home on Thursday, in time for Thanksgiving.
“Hmm. So this is the last day I get you fully to myself huh?” Kayla asked, curling up tighter against Dean. She was missing him already.
“Yep.”
Kayla was quiet for some time. Then with a sigh, confessed. “I’ll miss you.”
Dean simply turned and pressed a kiss on her head, wondering how he was going to concentrate on work with Kayla on his mind.
“Would you want to shower here?” Dean’s voice sounded hoarse.
After a slight hesitation, Kayla answered, “why not?”
“Wait here. I’ll run you a bath.” Then he left to do just that.
By the time Kayla came out of the bathroom clad in a towel, Dean was already showered and dressed in khaki pants and a black polo shirt. Kayla gulped audibly. He looked good enough to eat. He held out one of his t-shirts to Kayla, then grabbing the small towel in her hand, he turned her around to face the mirror in the room and dried her hair with the towel.
After a while, Dean declared in a satisfied voice, “all good” and threw the towel onto a table. “Using a dryer won’t take too long now…” Dean trailed off when Kayla turned around swiftly, went on her toes, and captured his lips with hers.
Dean was stunned initially, then tilting his head, he took over the kiss the way he took over everything…with dominant confidence. His lips, so firm yet soft, pressed against hers. His tongue stroked deep, licking and tasting, causing goosebumps to spread in a wave over Kayla’s skin. The moan that tore out of her throat was so sexy Dean felt his cock begin to thicken and lengthen between them, pressing urgently against Kayla’s lower belly through his pants and her towel.
One of his hands moved up to cup her nape, capturing her, holding her steady as he kissed her passionately his mouth seeking and ravenous, sucking on her lips and tongue. Dean growled deep in his throat. Though he seemed to have a hold on his control, he couldn’t hide the effect Kayla had on him. Kayla on the other hand had totally lost any control she had. She sobbed with need as she rubbed her thighs together. She was going out of her mind. She needed to come so badly. Moaning, she arched into Dean, her fingers clutching at his black hair.