He was the one who closed the distance between them, making contact with her mouth, and just like at the dojo, he nearly lost his fucking mind. She tasted so good—sweet and tempting and dirty enough he didn’t hold back. He ravaged her lips, kissing her like it was the first time in forever, hungry for more. He caught her around the back of her neck and held her in place as he laid a row of kisses along her jaw and headed for the tender spot under her ear that had always made her squirm.
“Yes,” Emma moaned, pulling hard at his shirt. A couple buttons snapped free, bouncing with teeny pings over the granite flooring, but he cared more about her hands skimming over his chest, fingernails digging in as he put his teeth to her skin and nipped.
Dean smoothed one side of her dress down over her shoulder, pressing another kiss to where her bra strap wasn’t. “You’re pushing all my buttons, woman. No bra?”
“A good designer builds underwear into her clothing.” Emma’s breathing grew ragged as he pushed off the other side and the material pooled downward, leaving her naked from the waist up.
He cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her higher. “A gorgeous woman needs no enhancements.”
He wrapped his lips around her dusky brown nipple and she purred in response. Threading her fingers through his hair as he licked and sucked. Dean had just put his teeth to one rigid bud when the rest of what she’d said hit. He squeezed his fingers, but it was impossible to tell if she was wearing panties without letting go of her breasts, and he wasn’t nearly done playing yet, not unless he got creative.
Good thing creative was his middle name.
He rocked forward, lifting Emma with him as he twisted, placing her on the couch without letting go. Only now his hands were free to explore, sliding under the fabric and—
“Oh God. Yes. There,” she demanded, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she raised her hips, chasing his touch as he slipped through her folds.
He teased her clit gently for a long time, giving in to his need to fixate on her breasts until he’d had his fill. Finally he pressed a kiss to her nipple before pulling away far enough to admire her.
Emma lay wanton on the couch, limbs spread, eager for more. The green fabric of her dress bunched around her waist, a shimmering contrast against her smooth brown skin. He glanced at her face, thrilled to see her lips heavy with lust, lips that were swollen from his kisses. He stroked her clit again and her breath hitched.
“So many things I want to do with you,” Dean muttered. “So many wicked, dirty things.”
It took every ounce of willpower not to verbalize the obscene images flashing through his head. He didn’t want to scare her off. This was Emma, damn it. She deserved sweet words and whispered promises, not the crude debauchery he reveled in these days.
“I want them all,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”
Her head fell back and her eyes closed as he pushed two fingers into her, his thumb taking up the rhythm against her clit. Her body trembled, and she clutched his shoulders again, pulling her toward him.
He went eagerly enough, not done with her mouth. Not finished with any of her. He kissed her. Swallowed her gasps as he stroked his fingers in and out of her sex, increasing the pressure on her clit until she stiffened under him, nails digging into his shoulders through his unbuttoned shirt as she rolled into her first climax. “Dean. So good…”
“Just the start, baby. Just the start.”
He twisted her on the couch and dropped between her legs, pushing up on her knees to expose her sex. She was wet with desire and he couldn’t resist leaning in and licking up both sides of her pretty folds. Slow and careful, with a tiny swirl of his tongue over her sensitive clit.
Emma rewarded him with another long moan, and his damn cock somehow got even harder, tight against his jeans. The imprint of his zipper was going to be there for days, but it would be worth it in the end.
“Oh baby, you’re gorgeous everywhere,” Dean said with a smile, glancing into her dark brown eyes. “I’m going to take my time tonight. Every inch of you is mine to explore.”
She nodded but flicked a finger up and down at him. “You could give me a floor show, too, you know. Strip. Get naked, all that jazz.” When he tossed aside his shirt, a slight edge bit into her voice. “Nice tattoo. Ranger?”
It occurred to him all she knew about his military career was that it was part of the reason he’d deserted her, and guilt rose in his throat as he remembered what he’d done. But he didn’t want to ruin the moment, to lose the trust he was slowly earning back, so he forced a light tone and said, “We lead the way.”
He traced the banner on his left pec with a finger. Her gaze followed his motion before drifting higher to examine the pouncing wolf above it. “First tour of duty I got the banner,” he said gruffly. “Second, I got the wolf.”
He lifted her hips and tugged her dress down her legs, slowing as the material trailed over her calves. He used the silky fabric to tease her, twisting and rubbing lightly before tossing her clothes to the floor and pressing his lips to her instep.
Emma’s eyes flashed fire. “Naked. Now.”