BRENNA

I close and lock the door behind us. I press my head against the cold steel door and take a deep breath. Maybe this is a mistake. But before my nerves have a chance to take hold, Dean has me in his arms.

He kisses me again, the pace more frantic than the kiss outside our building if that’s even possible. My bag slides from my shoulder and hits the ground, spilling its contents all over the entry. I barely register the mess.

“Are you sure? Tell me to stop now,” he says as he trails kisses down my neck.

“No. Don’t stop,” I breathe. It’s all I can get out.

His teeth sink into the tender skin at the junction on my neck, and I moan, letting my head fall back. I should feel self-conscious or at least nervous, but there’s no time for either. His hands slide under my skirt, cupping my ass, pulling me into his body. Into his—oh, my God, monster cock. He lifts me off the floor, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my soaking wet center pressed against his hard abs.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks and nips at my lips. He breaks away long enough for me to catch my breath and point to the back hall. “Last chance,” he says, looking down at me with those dark eyes full of want.

I don’t even hesitate. “Second door on the right,” I say and pull him back in for a kiss.

He walks us back to my bedroom, and before I know it, I’m lying in the middle of the bed, looking up at him. He pulls off his shirt, exposing sculpted muscles and a path of dark hair that disappears at his waistband. The bulge that I felt pressed against me is bigger than I imagined, and those nerves that were missing earlier are here now in full force. Again, I’m out of my depth.

“I… uhm.” I lick my lips and let my eyes follow that trail down to where he’s unbuttoning his pants. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this.”

He stops undressing and gets down on his knees in front of me. “You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ve not been with…uhm. I’ve not been with very many men, and it’s been a long time. I don’t know what you want.”

He kisses me, slow and gentle. “Don’t worry,” he says against my lips. “I’ll tell you what to do.” He stands up and finishes taking off his pants, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs. “Let’s start by getting you out of those clothes. Take off the dress and the bra.”

His voice lowers and takes on an air of authority. My hands automatically pull the dress up over my head as if controlled by his very command. After the bra comes off, I move to slide my panties off.

“Don’t.” The simple word halts my progress. “I’ll take care of those.”

He licks his lips, raking his gaze over my nearly naked form. The raw hunger in his eyes sends a shiver up my spine. He slides a finger from my knee, up my inner thigh, brushing the lace of my panties. Chills coursed through my body and I ache to touch him back, but for reasons I can’t explain, I wait for his next instruction.

“You’re beautiful, Brenna.”

His fingers trace my tattoo up from my hip to my breast. He flicks the ring in my nipple, and a surge of wetness floods my pussy. I shift my hips, desperate for some friction to relieve the ache that’s settled between my legs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He nudges my knee and forces my legs wider. I should feel exposed, ashamed, but the way he’s looking at me makes me want to obey his every wish. His fingers are back, tracing the wildflowers tattooed on my thigh and hip. He slides under the edge of my panties and yanks them down.

“Lean back,” he says, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. He’s on his knees again, between my legs, looking up at me with hungry eyes. A full body shiver surges through me when his lips make contact with my mound. His tongue slips between my fold and I let out a deep moan.

I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. I always thought it looked hot in porn, but wasn’t sure if I’d enjoy it myself in real life. I thought I’d be too self-conscious.

I was so wrong. I rake my fingers through his hair holding him in place as he buries himself in my sex. Every flick of his tongue, every movement of his fingers, sending me closer to release.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls against my sensitive flesh. “Do you like this?”

I swallow hard, trying to find words. But it’s no use. I grind against his mouth and let out a desperate mewing sound. He chuckles and sucks my clit harder.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

His fingers pump into my channel, and I push back, willing him deeper. A few more fast flicks of that magic tongue of his against my sensitive bud and I’m gone. The orgasm hits me hard and fast.

I fist the comforter riding out the waves of pleasure that rolls through my body, breaking me apart into a million particles of light. I barely register the fact that he’s back on his feet and removing his boxer briefs. He makes quick work of the condom and is back between my legs before I’ve come down from my high.

“Are you still with me?” he asks, his face inches above mine.

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

He pushes forward, going slow. The pressure from his large cock is intense, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders. He pulls back and eases in again further. I squeeze my eyes shut and suck in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a strained voice. “You’re so fucking tight. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please don’t stop.” I’ve come this far, and I don’t want to stop. The pressure is already starting to ease. “It doesn’t hurt. Keep going.”

He leans down and takes my lips in a brutal kiss as he thrusts hard and deep, filling me up. “So fucking good,” he groans against my mouth.

My body takes on a life of its own and presses into his thrust. The burn morphs into something else, something hot and electric. He moves again, faster, deeper and my whole body racks in a shutter as the pleasure of being full of him courses through me. He rears back on his knees and grabs my hips, pulling me down the bed with him. He withdraws and spears into me again in one earth-shattering thrust. I let out a scream, and he does it again. Over and over, until I’m coming again.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he hisses driving into me harder. “Look at me when you come.”

Again, my body obeys his command. Even though dark spots cloud my vision, I don’t close my eyes. His lips capture mine and pounds into me, over and over, drawing out my climax. After what seems like an eternity, Dean curses and finally follows me over.

I collapse, boneless onto the mattress and he pulls out, rolling onto his back. The scent of sex fills the room. The ragged sounds of our pants become the soundtrack to our night.

A few minutes pass—or maybe an hour—I can’t tell in my post-orgasmic high. Dean rolls to his side and pushes the hair out of my face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his expression. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“It was perfect,” I mumble.

His fingers trace my skin, and I let out a sigh, trying to remember why I waited.

“When you said, you weren’t that experienced,” he said, hesitating.

I knew this was coming, I’m just glad he didn’t ask before we had sex. “I’m here with you,” I say. “Does it matter?”

The minute Dean knows that the only other person I’ve had sex with is Tyler, things are going to get awkward. What we just shared was… I don’t even have words. Everything I thought I wanted, everything I thought I knew has changed. Liv was right, I can’t let the past ruin this for me.

Something flickers behind his eyes, but he nods in agreement. “As long as you’re here with me, it doesn’t matter.”