Dean (Face-Off 6)

“I’ll draw you a bath, Emma,” Kat says. “Room service should be here any minute.” She points at the coffee table. “Order whatever you want. There are a few movies OnDemand you might like.”

“Thank you, sweetie. You’re too good to me.”

Kat walks toward the bathroom that’s fit for a king. I follow behind her. She bends over the tub, her back to me. Feeling the water with her hand, she adjusts the knobs to get the prefect temperature.

“You’re officially the best friend a man could ever have,” I confess.

“I’m glad you think so. Seeing the look on your mom’s face and yours was worth it.” Kat sits on the ledge and pats it, telling for me to sit next to her.

I stare into Kat’s eyes and run my thumb along her jaw, holding the side of her face in my hand. She sucks in a deep breath and closes her eyes. For a split second, I think about kissing her. The moment feels right.

“Dean,” she says, and her eyes open. “I swear to God if you kiss me I will punch you and mess up your pretty face.”

I laugh. “I’m not pretty.”

“You look like a goddamn model, and you know it.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes at her. “I’m not pretty. That’s what you say about a woman.”

She taps her shoulder against mine. “Fine, you’re hot. Is that better?”

“You shouldn’t say that after telling me not to kiss you.”

I glance behind her and see the tub about to overflow

. As I lean over her to shut off the water, my hand grazes her breast.

“Dean,” she hisses.

“It was an accident,” I spit back. “If I wanted to cop a feel, I would do it.”

She laughs, knowing it’s the truth.

“We should let my mom have some alone time.”

After Kat fixes my mom a cup of tea, we say goodnight, promising to come back in the morning. Kat’s suite is larger than my mom’s. The living room area has more windows that overlook the city and a larger dining area.

Kat brushes her teeth, and then I follow her into the bedroom. Out of habit, I turn my back to her as she gets changed.

“Okay, you can look. I’m decent,” Kat announces.

I pull back the covers for Kat to get into bed, and she complies with my order.

Throwing her hands above her head, she yawns. Kat taps the open space next to her on the mattress. “Get in. I need you to snuggle with me.”

I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed next to her. Kat rolls onto her side, her ass pressed against my front. She grabs my hand and holds it over her stomach, keeping our fingers interlocked. The second my head hits the pillow, I close my eyes and take in the vanilla scent on her skin. She smells good enough to eat.

It’s impossible not to think about the night we kissed when I’m this close to her. We also have very little clothing between us. Her body molds to mine, and when she wiggles in my arms, I can’t stop my body’s reaction to her.

“Dean,” she whispers.

“Yes, Kitten.”

“Please tell me that’s a remote digging into my ass.”

“It’s a remote,” I lie, but I’m unable to contain my laughter.

She smacks my arm. “No, it’s not, you idiot.”