Page 125 of My All American Girl

“Don’t stop,” I murmured. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed the taste of you.”

He grinned. “Me too.”

His mouth slammed against mine. Our kiss was intense, filled with passion and pent-up longing. It had been too long since we shared the same space like this. I wanted to feel every part of him all at once, but clinging to him like a koala probably wasn’t sexy.

His hands roamed my body, seemingly guided by the same compulsion. He cupped my breasts and squeezed my ass and caressed everything in between. It was as if we were making up for lost time, greedy for one another.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Sarah,” he breathed out when we broke apart for air.

My heart fluttered at his admission. “Dean, I feel the same way, even though things have moved fast.”

“That’s how pilots do everything.” He smiled.

“Hopefully not too fast right now,” I said, waggling my brows at him.

He kissed me again. This time it was slow, languid, full of love and raw desire. His hand slipped down my back, pulling me closer so there was no space left between us. It felt like coming home after a long journey.

His hands moved down to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I gasped into his mouth, my heart galloping. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to make love to you. I’ll do my best to make it last.”

I nodded. “How do we always find ourselves getting hot and heavy in cars?”

He chuckled. “Because we’ve had to hide our feelings from everyone. Plus, any time I’m alone with you for more than five minutes, the temptation drives me wild.”

“I’m with you on that.” I grinned and grabbed his cock.

He groaned and pulled away slightly. “But as much as I would love nothing more than to have my way with you, I don’t think it’s the right time. I don’t want to keep doing this in cars. We’re not teenagers. Your father already thinks I’m a horndog looking for a hot piece of ass—which in fairness, you very much are. But believe it or not, I respect you and love you. I want our first time to be special, not in the back seat of a car.”

I looked at him, my heart thumping in my chest with unadulterated love. “Oh, Dean, you goofball.”

“What?” he asked softly.

“It wouldn’t be our first time,” I said, smiling. “Although I’d also love to move this to a proper bed. I want to have room to maneuver.”

“Spoken like the best pilot in her group. But it will be our first time as an official thing,” he corrected. “Before, we were screwing around. We were full of passion.”

“You’re not still full of passion?” I asked, pretending to pout.

“No,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m absolutely bursting with it. Every time I see you, every time I touch you. But now it’s not a dirty, little secret I can’t talk about. I can take you to dinner. We can walk down the street together like when we were in London. Now, we can have that here—if you want it.”

“Of course, I want it,” I said. “I guess I’m still in shock. You were the last person I thought I’d see today. The last couple of weeks have been awful. But then you show up. I can barely breathe.”

“Do you want me?” he asked bluntly.

I nodded. “I do.”

“I won’t pressure you if not. I just need to know you’re willing to take this leap of faith with me.”

“Yes, more than anything,” I said, gazing up at him.

There was a tenderness in his eyes that I had never seen before. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks, and he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“Then that’s all I need to hear,” he murmured against my mouth. “All I want is for you to be happy, Sarah.”

“And you make me happy,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer.

He held me there, in the cozy comfort of his rental car. There were a lot of things to talk about, but for just a few minutes, I wanted to revel in the moment. The world could wait. Right now, it was just him and me.

His fingers trailed a path down my back, causing me to shudder. I leaned in and brushed my lips across his.