No way was he getting rid of her that easily, never again.
While the love in his eyes was unmistakable, so was the fear. Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to his, putting as much emotion into the kiss as she could. “I’ve always loved you,” she whispered against his mouth, the words soft but clear in the silence of the suite.
The breath that escaped him shattered the quiet. Pure relief. “God, Em, I’ve been so scared I’d never hear you say that again.”
She moved into position over him, straddling his hips as he pulled their bodies into contact. Burning her up with his gaze as she threaded her fingers into his hair. “I love you. I love you. Do you want me to keep saying it?”
“For the rest of our lives.”
Then they were kissing, and all her confusion and fears about the future had nowhere to stay. It didn’t matter that there were enormous questions still to answer. There was no way she could ignore what she had. Who she had.
With Dean looking out for her every step of the way, caring for her? She’d be crazy to not take this gift and grab on tight with both hands.
He slid his hands to her waist and rose to his feet all in one motion. Emma wrapped her legs around him, kissing him madly. Not caring where they were going except it seemed to be taking far too long.
“I want you. Right now,” she demanded, the craving to make her confession of love a physical reality driving her hard. She jerked at his shirt and pulled it halfway off his body as he laughed.
Her back hit the wall, his long, hard body pinning her in place as he offered her a dirty grin. “I want to make love to you, bad girl.”
“Doesn’t matter where we are,” Emma insisted. “I don’t need a bed, I need you inside me. I need to know how much you want me.”
Fire flashed in his eyes. As if by magic she found herself stripped naked from the waist up, her dress abandoned behind him, their hips still tight to the wall. His rock-solid erection pressed intimately to her sex.
“How much do I want you?” Dean growled. “I crave you. You’re an addiction I never want cured.”
He rocked them together, teasing her clit through the few layers separating them. He planted a row of kisses along her jaw, stopping to suck on the tender spot under her ear, and her entire body shuddered with desire.
She scrambled to reach between them, rubbing her palm over his hard length. “Now,” she begged.
Buttons opened, zipper lowered, and she’d barely pushed his pants from his trim hips when he raised her higher and took hold of a nipple with his mouth. Pulsing his lips around the tip, licking and teasing as he stripped away the final layer between them, her panties falling to the floor.
His talented fingers slipped between her folds. He caressed her clit in small circles with the perfect pressure to make her push her hips forward urgently. “Dean…”
He pulled back just far enough their eyes met, and as they stared at each other he lined them up intimately, the heavy head of his cock nestled inside her folds. “I love you,” he repeated.
She echoed his words, moaning with pleasure as he joined them, the thick heat of his shaft rubbing perfectly as he buried himself deep.
Connected. One.
His breathing rattled out rapidly and unsteadily. “Fuck, I can’t go slow,” he warned.
“Me neither,” she confessed, squeezing as tightly as she could and drawing the perfect response from him.
She didn’t want control. She didn’t want flowery phrases or gentle love. She wanted consuming fire and desperate need, and that’s what he gave her.
Dean pulled back slowly one time before powering his hips forward, driving the air from her lungs as he fucked her hard. His hands carefully positioned between her and the wall to protect her as he thrust again and again, their bodies shaking as they gave in and took exactly what they needed from each other.
Everything.
“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Let me hear you scream my name. I. Fucking. Love. You. Emma.”
Every word was punctuated by another desperate drive. Emma dug her fingernails into his shoulders, gasps escaping her lips every time he moved. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, his teeth rasped along her neck.
She closed her eyes and let pleasure overwhelm her. “Oh God, I can’t stop—”
As her orgasm hit, Dean slammed forward one final time and held himself deep, his muscular body shaking as her body pulsed around him. A layer of sweat slicked their skin, their chests heaving as they fought for breath.
When the room finally stopped spinning, Emma opened her eyes to find Dean inches away, a wide grin brightening his face. She found herself smiling hard in response, delight dancing inside her.
“Hey, Em?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
He held her in place with his body, stroking his knuckles over her cheek then down the side of her neck. “Will you be my girl?”