Page 121 of Just Ten Seconds

“Then, you’re gonna have to deal with forever.”

His grin widens as he grips my face with both hands and kisses me hard. My hands fly up into his hair while his drift down the sides of my body and settle over my hips.

We kiss our way to my door, and I fumble with my keys. He takes them from me and opens the door. When we’re inside, he kicks it closed, and I’m against the wall, his body pinned to mine, pushing me back with my arms up and his lips on my neck.

I savor his heat and the feel of his strength, the roughness of his stubble against my skin, and the growl that pours from his mouth when his hand slides down and cups me from behind.

There’s something in his eyes that makes me lose myself. I can’t think of anything but Dean when those navy-blue eyes burn into me. Especially when they’re looking at me the way they are right now. Like a man who is about to take what he wants.

I slide my hands down his torso and let my fingers dance under his shirt, gliding it up and over his body. He helps me remove it, and my hands go back to their perusal, touching his collarbone and letting the pads of my fingers move over every curve and dip of muscle that acts like a road map down his incredible body.

I stop at the top of his belt buckle and undo the clasp, and then I unbutton the top of his jeans. Before I’m able to undress him more, my body is being lifted off the floor and cradled in his arms as he carries me down the hallway and into my bedroom.

Dean gently lays me onto my full-size bed. It didn’t feel small until this moment, as this larger-than-life man stands at the foot of it with a smoldering gaze and a moan in his throat.

His knee dips into the bed as he crawls toward me, hovering over my body. His mouth finds mine as his medallion hits my chin. I lift a hand to grab hold of it and read what it says.

“St. Jude?” I ask in wonder.

“The patron saint of lost causes. It was a gift from my uncle. A reminder to always have hope.”

Hope. The word reminds me of the street he lives on.

When Dean had the chance to name it, he chose, “Esperança,” I breathe.

His grin builds lazily. “I had hope, and you appeared. My esperança.”

I lay a hand on his heart and feel the pulse race against the life line as I kiss the man of my dreams. The man who is gorgeous and good and glorious in his chivalrous actions and romantic whispers. A man who I now can call my forever.

Dean slowly undresses me, removing every inch of clothing with precision and a kiss. His eyes roam over my curves, and his hands caress my skin.

His mouth puckers over my breast, and my breath is lost.

When his lips lower down my body, I lose myself in the sensations as he sets my leg over his shoulder. My hands fly to his hair as he swirls his tongue and ravishes my core. He nips and plays. My skin is hot, and my head is buzzing as the surge of intensity builds from deep inside me, screaming with lust. My body climbs to a height of pleasure, and I’m almost in pain. As he dips his finger inside of me, I lose all consciousness, and my body climaxes around him. He smiles against me, satisfied.

“Are you proud of yourself?” I ask.

He glances up at me with a look of love. “The fact that I still got it? Absolutely.”

I lean up and tilt my head to the side. “So there really was no Netflix-and-chilling?” I ask, referring to a line he told me when we first went out for coffee.

“I Netflixed. There was no chill. What I just did is only reserved for women I am in love with.”

“Is that right?” I raise a brow.

He nods, slowly yet with a serious nod.

I bite my lip. “Then, can I show you what I do when I’m truly, madly in love with a man?”

Those brows rise in excitement as I push him onto his back and lower his jeans. With his throbbing member pulsing in my hand, I run my palm over the hard steel and wrap my lips around the thickness.

“Merda que Isso sabe tão bem!”

I grin. “I don’t know what you just said, but if you talk to me like that, I’ll do whatever dirty things you want me to do for the rest of our lives.”

“Sim, meu amor.” Dean flips me over, and once I’m on my back, his cock rests outside my entrance, and his arms cradle me around my back. “Keep talking about forever, and I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

With my hand on his jaw, I lean up and kiss him passionately. “Make love to me,” I say in a breathy whisper.