"It goes fast."
"You have to come back tomorrow morning. We have a ten o'clock."
I nod.
His lips curl into a half-smile. "Sunshine, I'm asking if you want to spend the night."
"Oh."
"Indirect isn't my strong suit."
"It was confusing, yeah."
"Let's try this again." He undoes his seatbelt and offers his hand. "You want to come in and fuck me?"
"Yes, please."
The second the lock clicks, I pounce.
My hand goes to Dean's bright blue t-shirt. I grab the soft fabric and tug him closer.
He presses his palm to my lower back.
Brings the other to the back of my head.
Plants a long, soft kiss on my lips.
My stomach flutters. My heart thuds. My veins buzz with desire.
God, he's a good kisser.
But that isn't enough.
I slip my hand under his t-shirt. Press my palm against his soft skin. "Bedroom. Now."
He nods as he brings both hands to my ass.
In one swift motion, he lifts me into his arms.
I squeal as I wrap my legs around him.
"I can bench three hundred pounds, sunshine. You're nothing."
"I'm deceptively heavy." My fingers curl into his skin. "All muscle."
"Yeah. But still tiny." He kicks the bedroom door open. Takes three steps. Lays me down on the bed.
I stare up at him as he pulls off his t-shirt.
The moon streams through the windows, casting highlights over the lines of his body. God, those lines run deep. The man is built.
"Clothes off." He moves to the bedside table and pulls a condom from the drawer.
"You first." I push myself up. Crawl across the bed to his spot. Move onto my knees.
I run my fingers over his torso as I press my lips to his chest.
Fuck, he's so incredibly yummy. It defies logic.