“What’s your favorite sexual position?” Dean asked immediately, trying and failing to look nonchalant.
I met his eyes defiantly. “Hmm. It depends a little on the guy, and his, umm, equipment, but I’m a big fan of being on top.”
“I remember.” He said under his breath, lowering his phone.
I ignored him and tossed the quarter back. It was a direct hit. Gleefully, I tapped my screen. “Ooh. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”
Dean leaned back on his hands and laughed. “Kind of. Not in the sexy way though. I was fifteen, at summer camp, and it was all other skinny, pimply guys. We jumped off a rock into the lake, laughed like idiots, and then ran for our swimming trunks while clutching our own junk. Very mature, let me tell you.”
“That sounds about right.” I grinned, motioning at him to go ahead. It was getting good now.
Dean effortlessly tossed the coin once more. “Let’s see….Oh.” He snorted. “What’s the drunkest you’ve ever been?”
I pretended to check the time. “Easy. Approximately twenty-two hours ago. Give or take.”
And so, it went. We blushed and giggled our way through a long list of salacious questions, but answered each of them truthfully, nonetheless. Or at least I did. And I was pretty sure he did too. And we both missed just enough shots to keep ourselves tipsy and forthright.
“Weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”
“First kiss?”
“Secret fantasy?”
“Have you ever gotten caught in the act?”
Dean had just finished telling me all about his ill-fated attempt at a threesome back in college, and we were both laughing hysterically when I made my next shot. Tears streaming from my eyes, I tapped for another question. I read it silently, and clapped my hand over my mouth, still half-laughing.
“Uh oh.” Dean teased. “Let’s hear it.”
I composed myself as best I could. “Tell me about your most recent sexual encounter.” I braced myself for the inevitable sarcastic answer. Maybe even something sexy and ridiculous.
Instead, Dean clamped his mouth shut and sat up straight. His eyes bounced between me and the bed. And then they narrowed on me, and I saw that they were nearly all pupils. My giggles faded away, and my heart sped up. Dean got on his knees and crawled towards me, dodging the forgotten glasses. I watched him approach, and my mouth dropped open while my mind blanked.
He stopped just inches away. His heady, masculine scent washed over me again, sending all kinds of images and sensations flooding through my brain. My lower body clenched, and I bit back a whimper.
By the time he answered I had already forgotten what I had asked.
“I’d really rather show you,” he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated into places on my body I couldn’t explain.
His meaning sunk in slowly, and my stomach flipped.Yes please.
“Ok.” Was what I actually whispered.
We climbed to our feet simultaneously, without breaking eye contact. I wasn’t sure who stepped forward first, but a second later I was in his arms, kissing him with a fierce passion I hardly recognized.
With Eric, I had always let him take the lead, and set the tone. But with Dean I was feeling impatient. And more confident than ever. My conscious mind might not remember all the finer details of our last encounter, but my body certainly did. I touched him without hesitation, like my hands knew exactly what to do. And I decided to trust those instincts. I shut off my brain, locked up any last thoughts about my cretin ex-boyfriend, and focused on the gorgeous man in front of me. I blindly pawed at his shirt, pulling at buttons and exposing that glorious chest I’d eyed up this morning. A lifetime ago.
Dean slid his hands everywhere and had my dress halfway up my torso before he paused. “You sure you’re okay with this? We still haven’t discussed anything.”
I shook my head vigorously. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Right now, bed.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He pulled the dress the rest of the way off and picked me up without any further hesitation. Instinctually I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked us to the edge of the bed. My mostly bare chest brushed against his, and I had a distinct memory of sliding my way down that smooth skin, kissing every inch.
I couldn’t wait to try it again.
We hit the mattress and fell backwards together. A second later I was laid out below him, wearing very little, and yet far too much. Despite our mutual fervor, Dean took his time peeling off my bra and laying featherlight kisses across both breasts. I arched into him, wanting more, much more, but he broke off and moved south, repeating the actions as he lowered my satin bottoms with equally excruciating slowness.