Dean (Face-Off 6)

“Our friendship can survive anything. I’ll still be me, and you’ll still be my best friend.”

He shakes his head and dark strands of hair fall in front of his eyes. “I don’t think you get what I’m trying to say.”

“What are you so worried about?”

Dean sighs. “Everything.”

I run my hand beneath his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his abs. “A kiss won’t ruin our friendship.”

“You don’t get it, Kitten,” he hisses, his eyes still closed. “One night with you will never be enough.”

His words surprise me. Has Dean been hiding his true feelings for me all along?

I press my lips to his. His eyes open for a few seconds before he slips his tongue into my mouth. Dean grunts when I grind against his rock-hard erection. I moan when he rolls his thumb over my nipple. There’s no hesitation in our movements, and yet there’s so much underlying tension between us.

He wants more. So do I. But I can feel Dean trying to resist how much he wants this.

“Don’t think, Dean,” I breathe against his lips. “It’s just me. Nothing will change between us. You’ll always have me.”

He sighs, and then his eyes close for a few seconds. And when he opens them again, he kisses me like he wants to devour me, hungry and desperate as if he’s afraid this will be the last time and doesn’t want it to end. The two of us sink so far into each other that neither of us wants to come up for air. The more I kiss him I feel myself crashing hard and fast, our bodies fused as one.

With each kiss, he grows harder for me, tenting his jeans to the point he’s digging into my thigh with his length. As he massages my breasts, he takes his time with each one and then peels his lips from mine. He stares into my eyes as if truly seeing me for the first time. I feel his love and warmth wash over me. He pins me down with one look, his blue irises burning a hole through me.

“Kitten,” he whispers between kisses.

Now more than ever, I love his nickname for me. It sounds so sexy when it rolls off the tip of his tongue. His skilled hands and tongue have me so on edge I feel as though I could come undone at any second. And when he kisses me again, this time it’s as if he’s conquering my body, ruling over me as his hands trace every surface of my skin.

We kiss for so long I lose track of time until someone knocks on the door, scaring me half to death. Instinctively, I jump off Dean and fix my clothes, worried someone will burst into this room without giving it a second thought. For all we know, the frat dudes were keeping track of how long we were in here together.

I’m somewhat nervous about leaving this room. We can never go back to what we had. Our friendship has become something more than I had anticipated.

When the person on the other side stops knocking, my pulse slows to a normal rate. Dean looks equally on edge, fidgeting with the seam of his shirt. He must notice the tension in my body.

I sit next to him, unsure of what to say, which is a first for us. The vibe is off. Because of one dare, we changed our lives forever. And now, nothing will ever be the same.

Chapter Four

Dean

Thump, thump, thump.

I wake to the most annoying sound on the planet, my head throbbing from how much alcohol I consumed last night. After heading downstairs with Kat, we could barely look at each other. She made an excuse about not feeling well. Kat’s had a weak stomach for as long as I’ve known her, but I knew she wanted to get away from me. And after that kiss, I needed to drink my feelings.

“Come in,” I tell whoever’s knocking on my bedroom door.

Theo strolls into the room and gives me a disgusted look. “Did you hook up with my sister last night?”

Fuck me.

“It was a dare. We just kissed. It was nothing.”

Yeah, right. It was everything.

I loved every second of the kiss I shared with Kat. I didn’t want it to end. But we’re friends. If anything, the kiss only complicated our relationship.

Travis appears in the doorway, shaking his head in irritation. “Don’t let it happen again.”

I laugh. “What are you going to do about it, tough guy?”