Once he removes my finger from his mouth and releases his grip on me, I turn away from him and chug my beer. I slurp down a shot of vodka the bartender left in front of Tucker and pound Theo’s after that.
“Hey, Kit-Kat,” Theo says. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I have big sister privileges. That means I get to steal your drinks.”
Theo shakes his head at me. Tucker smiles and orders a round of shots for everyone. Over the next ten minutes, we consume a remarkable amount of alcohol. The burning in my throat matches the rising temperature in my stomach.
“To another championship.” Dean raises his shot glass to my brothers, before bumping his glass into mine.
Past drunk two beers ago, I pull Dean into the living room to dance. With my head foggy and my judgment clouded, I stop thinking about everything—including my unwanted feelings for Dean.
I throw my arms in the air, swaying my hips back and forth to the music. Dean digs his fingers into my hips. Wasted, I lean my head on his shoulder to catch my breath. We stay that way for the next three songs, my mind drifting out of consciousness, until his hands slide under my shirt and over my stomach. I like the feeling of Dean on my skin. And I hate that I want more from him tonight.
Rubbing my backside against his thigh, I don’t miss the reaction I provoke from Dean. As his hand travels lower, Dean rests it just below the waistband of my jeans, making me wet in anticipation. Crammed between at least a hundred people, no one can see as I push his hand further, telling him to keep going. But how much could we do with an audience?
“Are you sure this is what you want, Kitten?” Dean whispers in my ear, taking it in his mouth in the process.
I’m drunk and horny, a mixture that doesn’t work well with Dean. He’s like a walking orgasm. One look at him is enough to add to my lady spank bank for a year. I have to know if something more exists between us. With only one month until graduation, the time I have with Dean could disappear in an instant. He’ll be whisked away to whatever city adds him to their roster, and I will follow in my father’s footsteps and pursue a career in sports broadcasting.
“I want you, Dean.” I purr the words.
He hooks his arm around my back and leads me through the crowded living room. We ascend two flights of stairs, passing some of his teammates as we sneak off to his bedroom. At the end of the long hallway, we stop in front of his door, and Dean inserts a key. Once inside, he locks the door and drops the key on the dresser.
He cups the side of my face in my hands and runs his calloused thumb along my jaw with the other. “I lied earlier,” he says in a hushed tone.
“What did you lie about?”
“About what happened last night. What you did for my mom and me means more to me than you will ever know. I have trouble separating our friendship. When I have my arms around you, all I can think about is sex.”
I spin around so that our eyes meet. Our faces are so close that the heat of Dean’s breath makes my body tingle. I don’t know what I want to do. We should remain friends and go on with our lives as planned, but I have to know if we have something more. Before I can make the decision, Dean threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me toward him.
His soft lips graze along mine.
I hook my arms around his neck and lean into him, parting his lips with my tongue. What starts out as a slow and passionate kiss, grows more intense as he palms the back of my head to deepen the kiss. Now that I have my hands on him, I can’t resist the urge to explore every inch of his toned body.
I move my hands to his chest to push up his shirt and run my fingers over his six-pack. Unable to peel myself from Dean, I keep going and flip open the button of his jeans. He moans into my mouth when I slip my hand inside his boxers.
“Bad Kitten,” he whispers.
Dean grips my hips, lifting me up to lower me onto the mattress. He crashes on top of me, his lips brushing mine, as he tugs at my clothes. My body shuts down when he sucks on my bottom lip, once again slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I never want his hands to leave my body or his tongue to stop doing whatever he does to make every nerve ending come alive at once. With each kiss, our friendship rips to shreds. The animalistic passion I crave consumes me. As he slides his hand up my thigh, heat rushes over my body in waves, further intensifying when Dean strips me of my jeans.
Leaving my panties for last, he lifts my shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. Dean stares down at me for a few seconds, before he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. Slowly, he slides the straps down my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
“Kitten,” he says with lust in his voice. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I smile up at him.
He doesn’t waste time and leans down to massage my breasts, taking his time as he sucks on my nipple, gently tugging it with his teeth. The tiny bud grows harder with each flick of his tongue. Despite the hunger in his eyes, Dean expertly navigates my body, giving every part of me equal love.
“Take this off,” I whimper, tugging at his shirt. “I want you naked.”
He peeks up at me and flashes his usual panty-dropping smirk that goes straight between my thighs.
Sitting up, just enough to unbutton his dress shirt, Dean locks onto me. His blue eyes pin me down, command authority over me. I want him with every ounce of my being.
Kissing Dean wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t meant to happen. Maybe we are supposed to be together. Maybe we can turn our friendship into something more. And not just sex.