“Of course. You gave me an order, Em.” He cocked a brow. “And we both know how good I am at following orders.”
The thought of Dean’s gloriously naked body beneath the starched fabric of his coat sent a jolt of heat straight between Emma’s legs. As wild tingles spread through her body, she bridged the distance between them and grabbed hold of his collar.
“Let’s go inside so I can rip that thing off you.”
Dean grinned. “Or we can stay out here and you can rip it off me now.”
Her breath caught. “But…we’re…”
“On a balcony overlooking the bay, thirty stories up at ten o’clock at night? Yeah, we are.”
Excitement sizzled her nerve endings, but it didn’t stop her from voicing another protest. Because as much as she wanted a sexual reprieve from her mess of a life, she wasn’t sure she wanted the whole world to witness it.
“What if there’s someone with a telescope in that building beside us?”
The look in Dean’s eyes could only be described as obscene. “Then they’ll get a perfect view of my cock sinking into your hot pussy. Or maybe not, maybe they’ll see those sexy tits bouncing when I bend you over the railing and fuck you from behind.”
Emma could hardly breathe. God. Who was this man? The Dean she’d loved hadn’t—
Okay, enough. She needed to stop thinking about him in terms of the Dean she’d loved…and start viewing him as the Dean she wanted to fuck.
“You like that idea, huh?” His knowing gaze fixed on her face. “Me, taking you right here, right now, where someone might see us.”
Without waiting for her response, he grasped the first button of his coat and popped it open. Then the next one, and the next one, slowly revealing tantalizing flashes of his tanned, muscular flesh. Her eyes tracked the movement of his hands, her breath hitching again when his bare chest was finally exposed. Then he parted the coat fully and shrugged it off his broad shoulders, and her gaze wasted no time zeroing in on his erection. Long, thick and proud, a testament to how much he wanted her.
Her hand moved before she could stop it, wrapping around his shaft and drawing a choked noise from his lips. When she rubbed her thumb along the crown of his cock, heat flared in his eyes. “Remember all those hand jobs you gave me back in the day?”
She shivered. Like she could ever forget. “Yeah…” A grin sprang to her lips. “I also remember how fast they made you come.”
“Of course they did,” he grumbled. “I was a frickin’ virgin and my girlfriend was smoking hot.”
“And don’t get me started on the first blowjob I gave you.” Emma smiled sweetly. “What do you think? Should I bring back the old nickname I gave you? You remember it, right? It was—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he cut in with a glare.
“Ten-Second Dean,” she gloated. Then she gave his cock a firm pump for good measure, and a husky groan slid from his mouth.
“I’m a grown man now, baby. I assure you, I can last a helluva a lot more than ten seconds.” His eyes gleamed. “How about you get on your knees so I can prove it?”
She supposed she could have dragged out the teasing a bit longer, but she didn’t want to. What she wanted was to put her mouth all over him and relearn every inch of his sexy body.
Emma was already moving to her knees when he grasped the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging her toward him. His lips brushed hers in a fleeting kiss before he lifted the shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Aw, fuck, you were naked under there the whole time?” he cursed. “You should have led with that, Em.”
The appreciation in his eyes made her legs feel weak and wobbly. Men complimented her on her looks all the time, and it wasn’t as if she’d been celibate in the eleven years she and Dean had been apart, but truth was, nobody had ever looked at her the way Dean did. Like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. No, like she was the only woman in the world.
She moved to bend again, but he stopped her with another kiss, and this one wasn’t fleeting. His tongue stole into her mouth with greedy precision, teasing and exploring until she was gasping for air.
“The blowjob will have to wait,” he rasped. “Because if I’m not inside you in the next three seconds, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
The next thing she knew, she spun around, Dean’s massive erection pressing against her ass as he nudged her with single-minded purpose toward the railing. Her pulse careened. God, he was actually following through on the seductive taunt of taking her right here on the balcony, and damned if her body didn’t buzz with anticipation.
But rather than slide inside her, he slid to his knees instead. Emma squeaked when his lips met one of her butt cheeks, his tongue darting out for a taste.
“Hands on the rail, baby,” he muttered. “And spread your legs for me.”