***
When the tremors that shook Dean died down, he slid his hands up to Kayla’s neck, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her throat as he cradled her head. He brushed his lips back and forth over her mouth, his breath washing with hers.
“See what you do to me?” Dean husked against her lips. “I don’t remember ever coming inside my pants. Not even when I was a teenager. You fucking own me, Kayla. Never doubt that.”
“That was so hot,” Kayla whispered. “You are totally yummy. And I love you to bits.” Now that she’d put it out there, she couldn’t tell him enough.
Then Dean angled his head to kiss her deeper, his tongue licking into her mouth. Kayla was breathless by the time he let me go. God, she destroyed him. He wanted to fuck her until they both passed out in exhaustion but he reminded himself that he didn’t want his dick anywhere near her pussy, much as it killed him.
“I wish we didn’t have to go shopping.” Kayla whimpered. She was dying to feel Dean inside her so bad she was shivering.
“See how you’re feeling?” Dean interspaced each word with a kiss. “That’s all the more reason why we should go. Get used to this without sex clouding our minds.” He chuckled when Kayla groaned in frustration. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.” Dean pulled a groaning Kayla off the bed.
***
Kayla reached for her cell phone when it rang, her heart missing a beat when she saw the caller id.
“Hey.” She said softly.
“Hey yourself.” Dean husked. “How are you?” Kayla’s eyes closed as she absorbed that sexy voice, loving how deep and confident it was.
“Missing you,” she replied in a small voice.
“Missing you more love. Listen, I want you to meet me in town at eight p. m. sharp. Can you do that?”
“Sure.”
“Good. The driver will pick you up.”
“May I know where we’re going so I can dress appropriately?” Kayla asked with a smile in her voice despite herself. Dean was so commanding at times.
“Shopping.”
“Dean come on! Didn’t we shop enough yesterday?” Kayla asked incredulously.
“We didn’t get you dresses. I want to get you dresses.” Dean replied smoothly.
“But I don’t need dresses, Dean,” Kayla whined.
“Just…humour me okay?” He said quietly.
“Okay.” Kayla didn’t know how to say no to that tone. “I’ll see you.”
The line clicked off and Kayla instantly felt lonely. “What have you done to me, Dean Broody?” Kayla muttered.
The day before, they had moved from mall to mall shopping their arses off. Ignoring her protests, Dean had bought lots of expensive designer stuff for her. Shoes, bags, perfume, and a really expensive beautiful Cartier watch among others. All she had to do was look at something for more than two seconds, and then Dean was paying for it. Kayla had felt spoilt, had felt like a princess. It had been fun.
They had gotten back to their hotel in time for Dean to have a meeting with one of his business associates. After having a scrumptious meal in Dean’s suite, he had convinced her to sleep in his suite. They had retired to bed early as they were both exhausted from all that shopping.
Kayla found herself falling more in love with Dean with each day that passed. Suddenly, she was always in a state of euphoria when Dean was around her. She had been in love with him for a long time but these past weeks had been something else. The feeling was even more intense now as Dean went out of his way to let her know how crazy he was about her.
Yes, Kayla knew Dean could go to great lengths to get into the panties of girls but this was different. For one, he had already gotten into her panties and knew he could get in there again whenever he wanted…she had made that obvious. She couldn’t resist him…she always wanted him and he knew it.
What made Kayla fall even more in love with each breath she took was the unconsciously loving way Dean treated her. His heart-melting actions and utterances were spontaneous and never failed to make her heart beat faster. He was ridiculously sweet to her. He looked like he couldn’t help himself. Dean was wearing his heart on his sleeve. The day before, when they had retired to bed after a tiring day, he had thanked her. Kayla had been dumbfounded.
“Thanks.” Dean had murmured against her hair as they lay in bed that night. He was spooned behind her, his chin on her shoulder and his legs tangled with hers.
“For what?” Kayla had asked, confused. If anyone needed to say thanks, it was her. She had turned around to face Dean.
“For loving me, Kay. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Dean had whispered with so much emotion, Kayla felt a tightening in her chest. “You could have loved someone else, could have loved anybody else, yet you love just me. Just me.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. She did love the man so bloody much. “Just you.” Kayla had whispered back. Then in a shaky voice, she added; “Well I couldn’t help it. You are extremely fuckable.” Though she had tried to joke, her voice had quivered with emotion.
Dean had laughed softly. “Look who’s talking,” Dean said, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Good night Kay.”
“Good night handsome,” Kayla replied, snuggling into Dean. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating steadily. “Dream about me.”
“I don’t have a choice, my love.” He husked and just like that, Kayla had melted.
Kayla sighed, missing Dean even more now after talking to him. He was ridiculously sweet. That morning, he had woken her up with a sinfully hot kiss to tell her he was leaving for a meeting and would get in touch with her later in the day. An hour later, he had sent a simple but ridiculously sweet text message that still brought a smile to her face any second she remembered it. The message had simply read:
‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’
Kayla couldn’t wait to see him. During their shopping the day before, Dean had disclosed that he had apparently taken a course in fashion designing for a semester back in college just for the fun of it. That piece of information had helped Kayla understand Dean’s eye for fashion. That short course, coupled with his background as an architect, which meant he naturally paid attention to detail…and the fact that he was a womanizer, meant his having an eye for style, was only to be expected Kayla thought with a scowl.
She realized what she was doing and sighed with exasperation at herself for feeling jealous. She did jump into this with her eyes wide open. But was it too strange to want all that male hotness for herself? She was only human after all…and in love.