Before I know it, half the bottle is gone, along with most of the pie. I drank more than I ate and am feeling a little tipsy. I get up to use the bathroom and come back to the couch to find two glasses of water. I gladly down most of my water as Dean pokes at the fire, rearranging the logs.
The wind picks up, howling against the windows. I set the glass back down on the coffee table and get up, moving to the other side of the room. Two lounge chairs and an accent table are along the window, and I peer out, looking into the back yard.
The dusting of snow we previously got blows along the frozen grass, and dark clouds are starting to cover the sky. If we wake up to more snow in the morning, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Dean comes up behind me, hands landing on my waist. I twist in his arms and hook my hands behind his neck. Now that I’m barefoot, I get a better sense of just how tall he is, making my five-foot, six-inch frame seem small next to him.
I inch closer, soaking up the heat coming from him. Men aren’t supposed to be this good-looking in real life. They aren’t this muscular and aren’t that good in bed. They don’t rummage through their freakishly organized walk-in pantry looking for sweet wine and serve you the best apple pie you’ve ever had while stealing glances at you in front of a fire.
Is Dean a unicorn?
There has to be something wrong with him, and I know if I go looking for it, I’ll either find more than I bargained for or will push him away.
“Blaire,” he says, and the name is like a shock to my system. Shit. I almost forgot. Right. This is a hookup. A one-night deal.
Dammit.
“Dean.”
He smiles and goes in for a kiss, and that one kiss is all it takes to spark up the fire between us again, and we can’t strip each other fast enough. Dean picks me up, strong arms not faltering, and carries me up the stairs, kissing me the whole time.
We pause in the landing and he smashes me against the wall, kissing me until I’m breathless. My legs are tight around his waist, and I want nothing more than to sink down on his cock. We’re on the way to his bedroom, I know, but fucking right here in the hall seems like a fan-fucking-tastic idea too, because I don’t think either of us have the willpower to make it a few more yards down the hall.
And then into his room.
And onto the bed.
Way too much work.
Dean sets me down, and right when I think he’s going to take my hand and lead me down the dark hall, he spins me around and presses me against the wall. He enters me from behind, and I plant both hands on the wall, leaning forward a bit as he fucks me. He grips my waist with one hand and reaches around with the other, playing with my clit until I come, legs shaking as I hold myself up.
He slowly pulls out and turns me toward him. I wrap one arm around his shoulders, needing to hold onto him for support. I let out a ragged breath, body trembling yet still wanting more.
We tangle together again, kissing and groping as we clumsily go down the hall, falling onto the bed together. Dean moves between my legs again, but before he can push that big, beautiful cock into me, I shove him away and move back, getting to my knees.
Hardly able to see him in the dark, I blindly reach out and push him down onto the mattress, climbing on top. I slowly sink down on his cock, crying out from how fucking amazing this feels.
He slaps my ass and I ride him hard, and we both come almost at the exact same time, collapsing to the mattress.
“That…that…” I pant. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, rolling onto his side. “It was.”
We lie there, catching our breath, for a minute. Then I get up to use the bathroom, and Dean goes downstairs to take care of the fire for the night. I’m already in bed by the time he comes back, moving like a shadow in the dark.
“Are you cold?” Dean asks as he gets into bed, pulling the comforter over us both.
“A little. I usually sleep with a heated blanket in the winter.”
“I don’t have one, though it’s not like we couldn’t use it right now. I can bring you another blanket, though. We might need it if the heat doesn’t come back on.”
“I would very much like that. I’m going to risk sounding like a diva by asking if you have a soft blanket too.” A smile pulls up my lips as goosebumps break out over my arms again. Without Dean against me I’m cold.