Page 28 of Summer Affair

She was just reaching for the door when Dean surprised her and sat up. He looked much more relaxed and smiled at her after blinking a few times.

“Thanks. I really needed that,” he mumbled.

“Any time,” she said sincerely. “You know where to find me.”

He smiled, and there was something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. “I do.”

He stood up and, before she could respond, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His touch was as light as hers had been during the massage. At any point she could have moved away. Only, she didn’t want to.

Instead, while her fingers spread out on his chest, she nudged him back towards the table as she reached for the towel that rode low on his hips.

His fingers circled her wrists, stopping her from pulling the towel away.

“Andrea.” His voice was a low growl, no doubt meant to be a warning.

“Dean.” She smiled up at him.

“I thought you said we should wait. That this mattered.”

“It does matter and yes, we should wait.” She smiled. “Still, we agreed there was plenty we could do for fun without actually having sex.”

He sighed. “If you touch me now, I may not be able to…”

“What? Control yourself?” She smiled. “Everything I know about you assures me that you won’t force yourself on me.”

“No.” He jerked back as if he’d been slapped or punched. “I’d never…”

She reached for the towel and, before he could complain, she yanked it off his hips.

“Shit,” he said, trying to cover himself.

“I thought so.” She smiled as she easily blocked him from hiding from her. “You’re built everywhere.”

He groaned and shut his eyes. “I feel like one of those creepers you mentioned who—how did you put it the other day?—tents the sheets.”

She chuckled. “You’re not a creeper.” She pushed her body up against his. “I’m the one making the moves on you,” she said before brushing her lips across his. “Besides, I never used the word creep. For most men, this”—she reached down and circled his erection—“is a natural state when something feels good.”

“God.” He closed his eyes and leaned back against the table.

She used her fingertips to nudge him to sit back down on the edge of the table. Then she knelt and settled between his thighs. When she took him into her mouth, his entire body jerked.

“Easy,” she warned. “Don’t make me have to give you another massage so you can relax again.”

He chuckled and she smiled as she went back to enjoying the taste and feel of him in her mouth.

She’d enjoyed all sorts of sexual encounters over the years. She hadn’t limited those experiences to men and, even though she’d never been in a relationship with a woman, she hadn’t ruled out the possibility.

Still, the feel of a man’s dick was easily one of her favorite things. Dean’s body was something she could spend a lifetime enjoying.

Her short nails dug into his skin as she worked her mouth all over him, traveling everywhere she could until the taste of him consumed her mind. Dean’s fingers dug into her hair, gently holding her to him.

Moments later, Dean jerked back, lifted her up to the table, and reversed their positions. Her shorts were balled at her feet as his fingers ran over her body.

All gentleness was gone as he explored her like she’d done him. Leaning back, she yanked off her shirt and tossed it to the ground.

She had never been one for shyness. Not when it came to her body and pleasure.

When she went to remove her bra, he stopped her and reached up and unclasped it himself. His hands gripped her breasts as he trailed his mouth all over her.