Finally, Dean let out a dark chuckle before grasping Kat’s hips and pulling her over, into his lap, so she was pinned between him and the table. “You want to throw down the gauntlet, Kat? Well, I don’t mind at all if I pick it up.”
Olin might not be able to touch, but if watching was the closest he could get?
Well, he’d take it happily.
Dean grinned at the woman in his lap. Fuck, when had a woman last been this much fun?
Sex was always fun, but in a different way. It was a time waster, a way to shut his mind up for a while. This wasn’t that, though. It wasn’t something he could walk away from easily if he wanted, but something that called to him.
Kat’s weight in his lap was perfect, and the warmth of her body soaked into him.
He didn’t bother to resist, sliding a hand behind her neck and pulling her closer for a kiss. She tasted like the soda she’d drunk as she melted against him, as she returned the kiss with the same passion he felt.
After a moment, he woke himself up. As tempted as he was to slide her bodysuit out of the way, to roll a condom on and plunge into her warmth, he wasn’t ready for this to be over that quickly. He wasn’t sure he was even ready to actually fuck her.
Kat had pushed him, challenged him, delighted him with their back and forth. The girl deserved him to take a little time with her. He grasped her hips and lifted her until she sat on the table in front of him, her feet planted on either side of his legs.
“Talk about a feast,” he said as he stared at her, as surprised as ever by the immediate shot of lust she sent through him.
A glance to the side reminded him they weren’t alone. Bradley sat to his left and Olin to his right. It wasn’t a problem for Dean—he had no issue with sharing something as wild and marvelous as Kat.
Bradley’s dark eyes were filled with want, and Dean lifted his eyebrow in question. Bradley danced his fingers over Kat’s thigh, drawing her eyes to him. “This okay?”
Kat dragged her tongue along her bottom lip before nodding. She turned her head to look at Olin.
And who exactly could turn down a woman with an expression like that?
“I don’t think so,” Olin said.
So…apparently Olin can.
Kat frowned, and it was hard to see the hurt on her face. “Oh, I just thought…”
Olin offered a slight shake to his head before a smile spread across his lips, though the smile seemed more like a consolation prize. “This isn’t really my scene anymore,” he explained. “But, I’d like to stay if that’s okay with you.”
Red sprang up on Kat’s cheeks, but that wasn’t a shock. She nodded once, a quick jerk of her head to agree.
Dean stopped resisting and slid the palms of both his hands up the insides of her thighs, bringing her attention to the fact she was sitting in front of him, her legs spread. “You like being watched, don’t you, Kat?”
“I don’t mind it,” she said without admitting anything. “It’s not my fault people think I’m worth looking at.”
Dean laughed at her bratty tone, even though she had an edge to it, as if unsure how it would go. It reminded him that despite her wanting this, despite her playing the game, she wasn’t entirely back to normal.
Which was okay with Dean. He’d prefer to keep things lighter, because something about Kat drew out his darker side and he didn’t need to tempt that any further than he had to.
“I think that you like being the center of attention,” Dean said before brushing one of his fingers up her cunt, through the fabric of her bodysuit that covered her. The heat of her pussy made him want to drown in her. “I think you get off on knowing everyone is looking at you, wanting you. You have no idea how to actuallyaskfor what you want, so you behave the way you do to make it impossible for people to ignore you.”
She straightened her back, telling Dean he’d hit the nail on the head.
At her startled expression, he grinned wider. “I’m a lawyer, Kat. Part of the job is figuring out what people are thinking and why they do what they do. If you were hoping to play games where you get to hide, I think you’d better pick easier partners than a lawyer, a detective and a man who deals with livestock for a living.”
Bradley scooted closer, then ran his hand up her side so he could tease his fingers over her breasts. Her chest rose and fell quicker, delighting Dean at how despite all her experience, she was still that sensitive.
Then again, this might have been her first time since Jerry.
The memory of Jerry hit Dean, dragged him backward to how Kat had looked afterward, to the way she’d cowered.
She hissed softly, making Dean drop his gaze to realize he’d accidently tightened his hand around her thigh. He let go immediately and rubbed his palm over the spot to sooth it. Instead of apologizing, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the spot.