The Road That Leads to Us (Us 1)

I swam over and did the same.

Soaking wet, we made our way into the hotel.

People looked at us strangely, but I didn’t care.

I got to be a mermaid, if only for a minute.

Dean held my hand as we stepped off the elevator and searched for our room number.

Once we located it I let out a squeal of surprise when he pushed my back against the door and angled his mouth over mine.

The kiss was a hundred times too hot for us to be standing in the hallway, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

It was rare for Dean to let himself go like this, and when he did I reveled in those fleeting moments.

His hand fumbled against my side and I knew he was trying to slide the keycard in the slot.

He finally got it to work and the door swung open behind my back. Our lips never broke contact, not even for a millisecond.

We stumbled inside the bathroom and into the shower where he turned on the water. It sprayed down on us ice cold and he fumbled to change it to hot.

The water began to warm and we tore at each other’s clothes, unable to remove them fast enough.

My shirt fell to the floor outside the shower with a loud plop and then my bra joined it a second later.

He rained kisses down my neck and I let out a gasp as my head fell back.

“Dean,” I gasped his name.

Water glided over my body and his, soaking us even more.

He cupped my breasts and my eyes fell closed.

His hands disappeared suddenly and I opened my eyes to see him removing his shirt. His green eyes were fierce, almost glowing. I knew in my gut I was about to be devoured.

He grabbed my hands, holding them above my head in his with our fingers entwined. The movement forced me against the wall of the shower.

He ducked his head and his lips collided with mine.

His teeth bit into my bottom lip and I gasped, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside.

I desperately wanted to touch him—to feel the soft glide of his wet hair and the smooth slickness of his back from the water.

But at the same time, seeing him come unhinged was worth it.

He let go of one of my hands, but quickly captured it with his other so he held both, and used his free hand to tilt my chin up to his giving him better access to my mouth.

“I love you,” he growled against my lips, his wet hair brushing my forehead. “You make me crazy. I never knew I could feel this way.”

I felt satisfaction over his words.

I’d never been bothered by Dean’s past girlfriends—and it certainly didn’t bother me now—but it was nice to hear that I was different.

“I love you too,” I breathed and my tongue flicked out to wipe away a droplet of water clinging to my top lip.

Both of us were breathing heavily and with each exhale our chests brushed together. The feel of his bare skin sent a shiver running down my spine and goosebumps broke out across my skin.”

Still holding my chin captive, he whispered, “You’re it. It’s always been you.”