She snorted, but her pupils dilated when he tightened his hand on the back of her neck as a warning.
He leaned down, crossing the scant distance between their lips, and took the kiss he’d wanted each time he’d looked at her, each time she’d used that mouth of hers for backtalk instead of things so much more pleasant.
She was fire made flesh—all bite and pleasure mixed together at once. She melted against him, those hands of hers coming to rest on his sides and curling in so she gripped him. Funny how much she could talk and fight and complain and yet how quickly she gave in when she got a taste of what she wanted.
Dean moved his hands down and gripped her ass.Fuckthe girl had one hell of an ass. It made him want to sink into it, to hear those broken little moans she’d let out when he did.
But he didn’t much feel like doing the work at the moment for that—no doubt she had lube at her place, but why find it when he hadn’t even gotten to experience the bliss he was sure her pussy was?
He shifted his hands enough to grasp her thighs and lifted her with ease. Kat wrapped her legs around him and moved her arms so they encircled his shoulders, clutching him as if nothing else in the world mattered.
He carried her to her room, then dropped her onto the bed. It gave him his first real look at her bedroom. It was so much like her—eccentric, a bit wild, but with an unexpected softness despite the bright colors.
“Are you going to stare or do me?” Kat asked with a grin.
“You that needy?”
She narrowed her eyes though her grin never slid from her lips. “No, I just know that men of a certain age need more time to get ready. I thought maybe you were waiting for a little blue pill to kick in.”
Dean couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped him at her barb. If she thought that was all it took to piss him off, she was sadly mistaken.
Besides, Dean wasn’t nearly as old as she seemed to think—or rather, as her joke would imply.
“If you want to annoy me, you’re going to have to try alotharder than that,” Dean said as he unbuttoned his jacket and hung it over a chair near the door. He continued, undoing the vest, then his shirt, each movement methodical and slow to prove he was in no rush. That sort of anticipation could dowondersfor a sub. “I’m a lawyer, sweetheart. I’ve been called every name in the book and then some. Your little claws aren’t nearly as sharp as you think. Though, that doesn’t mean I won’t make sure you pay for each little jab you throw.”
A moment of fear crossed her features, so fleeting it seemed to dissolve the moment it came together. Still…
Dean softened his tone as he hung his shirt over the back of the chair with his other clothes. “You know I wouldn’t really hurt you.”
Kat swallowed, then nodded. “I know. Sometimes…”
When she trailed off, he gave her an honest smile. “Sometimes old memories creep up. I get it.”
She gave him a smile in return, one that mirrored his, before that mischievous sparkle in her eye returned.
Kat may push for all sorts of reasons—ones he didn’t yet understand—but that didn’t change that she was a brat at heart.
And it sure didn’t change that he liked that about her.
He undid his belt, his cock hardening at the lust in Kat’s eyes as he pulled it from the loops of his slacks. “Is that what you need?”
She blinked slowly, then met his gaze, as if she hadn’t realized she’d been staring, as if she’d just woken up. “I doubt you know how to use that right.”
“Well, maybe I’ll practice on you until I get it right, then.”
She shivered, as if she couldn’t help it, and that only further enticed Dean.
He didn’t normally give in to this darker side of himself, but it seemed Kat was hell on his self-control. The idea of not indulging, of not hearing the sounds she’d make, of not giving her exactly what she needed was more than he could stand to bear.
“Flip over,” he said, letting his tone drop, his voice going rough and dark.
Kat didn’t do it at first, and the movement of her throat as she swallowed nearly drew a groan from him. Eventually, when he said or did nothing else, she obeyed.
She twisted, moving to her hands and knees, giving him a perfect view of her shapely ass.
Thank fuck for leggings…Dean would never understand the people who felt women shouldn’t wear the things. They were a gift from the gods as far as he was concerned. The thin, tight fabric showed off her assets perfectly, made him want to lose himself in her.
And there was no good reason to resist. He ran his hand down, over the subtle curve of her back, then over her ass. Her muscles twitched beneath his palm like a siren’s call, like a plea she didn’t have to voice.