“You are fucking perfect,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers up my spine. The muscles of my stomach clench in anticipation as he comes closer to me. The dark jeans he wears are still unbuttoned, and he’s yet to put on the shirt tossed over his shoulder.
He stalks toward me, and I stay rooted in my spot because I want him to reach me. I want him to touch me. To want me like I crave him.
“So are you.”
Dean closes the space between us and leans down, pressing a kiss to the slope of my neck. Goosebumps flare to life on my skin as he drags his stubble-coated jaw up my throat. My nipples harden in my dress, and heat pools at my waist. “I really fucking wish we weren’t going anywhere tonight.” He lazily trails his hand up my body, cupping my breast and gently pinching the nipple straining against the cotton.
“We can be a little late,” I tell him, my voice completely breathless.
“I don’t know about that.” He moves his hands down my body, cupping my ass and lifting me. I wrap both legs around his waist as he carries me back to my bed. “I’d hate to wrinkle your dress.” He lays me down, stepping between my legs.
“I’d love for you to wrinkle my dress.” To prove my point, I reach between us and grip his dick through his jeans.
“Fuck, Kleo.” Dean groans and closes his eyes, grinding against my hand. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
26
Dean
Nothing like showing up for dinner with the parents of the woman you’re sleeping with ten minutes after you just finished having crazy sex in the front seat of your truck. I mean, damn, with Kleo, it’s like I’m a teenager who just had sex for the first time and can’t wait long between repeat performances.
I can’t keep my damn hands to myself with her. We literally fucked in the shower before getting ready, then again when I walked into the room and saw her in that yellow dress that literally makes her look like a fucking ray of sunshine. You’d think that would have been enough—but nope. She reached over and grabbed me halfway here, asking me to pull over, and it’s not like I’m going to say no.
I mean, who the hell would? So here I am, standing on the front porch of the Turner house, wearing a shirt that’s slightly wrinkled.
“Easy, Dean. Not like you haven’t been here before.”
I glance down at her as she reaches forward and turns the knob. Shit, is it that obvious? “This is the first time I’ve been here since we started this.” I gesture between the both of us.
“Since we started dating?”
“That what we’re doing? I think we missed the date part,” I joke.
Kleo smacks me lightly on the chest before getting up on her tiptoes and kissing me. The tender action makes me feel breathless. Shit, it seems I’m always trying to catch my breath around her.
“Everything is going to be great, Dean.”
“If you say so, Princess.”
“I do.” Turning away from me, she pushes open the door, and we step inside.
I’ve been to this house dozens of times. Seriously, I couldn’t even count how many times I’ve been here if I wanted to. But now, it’s like I’m seeing it from an entirely new perspective. Kleo threads her fingers through mine and pulls me toward the living room. I can hear them talking before we reach the room, and the second we step over the threshold, it’s all eyes on Dean.
Seriously. Everyone—Al, Barbara, Judson—they’re all staring at me like I’m a complete stranger. Finally, Barbara smiles and stands up. “So happy you guys made it!”
“Thanks for having us,” I say, awkward as shit. Judson seems to notice because the bastard grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Of course.” Barbara pulls me in for a hug. “Relax, Dean, everyone here likes you.”
“That’s yet to be decided, Mom. We like him as Dean Lewis: Camp Counselor. We still need to see if we like him as Dean Lewis: Kleo’s Boy Toy.”
“Judson Wayne Turner.”
“Now you’ve gone and done it.” Kleo grabs a throw pillow from the chair we’re standing beside and launches it at her brother, who catches it mid-air.
“You have to try harder than that,” he jokes. A phone rings, and Judson stands, pulling it out of his pocket. The second he reads the display, his face changes, all humor disappearing. “Excuse me,” he says tightly as he walks past us.
“Sofia.” Kleo practically growls the name.
“She’s been giving your brother trouble over selling the house.” Al gets to his feet. “Dean, would you like a drink?”
“Yes, sir, thanks.”
“Kleo?”
“No, thanks. Cutting back.” She winks at me before kissing me on the cheek and heading out toward the front door where Judson disappeared.
“Come on then, Dean, I promise not to kill you.”
I follow Al into his study and take a seat on the leather chair across from his desk as he pours whiskey into two glasses and hands one across the wooden top to me. I swirl the liquid around in my glass before downing the entire thing. “I want you to know I had no plans for any of this to happen between Kleo and me,” I say quickly. I didn’t realize how important it was to me for him to know that until the words were falling out of my mouth. “I want you to know that it was completely unplanned.”
Al sits across the table, staring at me as he sips from his glass. “Unplanned?”
“Yes, sir. We didn’t even like each other at first.”
He chuckles. “Dean, I’ve known you since you were little. I know you aren’t the type of man to use my daughter.”
Relief floods me. “I’m not.”
“Still,” Al starts, leaning forward. “If you hurt her, you’ll have Judson and me to answer to.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t.”
Chuckling, he holds out the whiskey decanter. “More?”
I reach across the desk and hold out my glass as he adds more amber liquid into it.
“You guys able to get the damage cleaned up?”
I nod. “Keith, Polland, Megan, and Amber came out to help us.”
“The newest guy—Robert?”
“No, he apparently lives on a boat in the bay, and it took some damage, so he was taking care of that.”
“Understandable. We on track for Sunday?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m assuming that I don’t have to remind you—and I’ll be reminding Kleo as well—that your relationship can’t get in the way of the camp. The campers’ safety has to come first.”
“Absolutely,” I repeat because apparently, I’ve lost the ability to say any fucking thing else.
The front door opens and shuts, and I immediately recognize the voices of the new arrivals. After getting to my feet, I walk out into the foyer to see Simon and my mom chatting with Barbara.
“Dean!” My mom comes toward me, arms open.
“Hey, Mom, I didn’t know you were coming.” I hug her and step back to shake Simon’s hand.
“Barbara called us earlier. You didn’t tell me about Kleo!” she yells, smacking my arm.