Chase Our Forever (Sutten Mountain #3)

31. Dean

31

DEAN

Liv yelps as my hands roughly find the small of her waist and lift her off the ground. Without any direction, she wraps her legs around my middle as our lips crash against one another’s once again.

We’re straight passion as our tongues collide. We kiss each other like we’ve been starved of the other, even though the car ride back from the shop wasn’t long at all.

I’m in big trouble. I could get addicted to kissing this woman, and there are so many reasons why I shouldn’t, but I don’t give a fuck about any of them at the moment. Not when her hips are grinding against me, and the only thing that keeps her warm cunt from me is a pathetic excuse for fabric.

I slide my hands down from her hips and cup her ass. She moans as my fingertips dig into the curve of it. In response, she digs her fingernails into the base of my neck, deepening the kiss.

She moans. Or maybe it’s me. At this point, I don’t know. All I know is that I need more of this. More of her.

I walk forward, keeping my grip on her firm as I find the nearest surface. It happens to be the counter over the washing machine. I set her down at the very edge, giving myself room to stand between her thighs.

“Dean.” She moans my name against my lips, and it’s the sexiest sound in the world. My name has never been hotter.

I pull my mouth from hers and place my hands on the insides of her thighs. I push them open, wishing her panties were gone so I could have a perfect view of her. “You sound sexy as hell moaning my name. Bet you’d sound even better screaming it.”

Her head falls back when I lay a chaste kiss to her shoulder, and my fingertips dig into her thighs to feel even more of a connection.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her, trailing my lips along her collarbone.

“I don’t care,” she announces. There’s no hesitation in her voice. I’m sure she knows just as much as I do that giving in to the sexual tension between us can only complicate things, but it’s clear she doesn’t care enough to stop it.

And honestly, I don’t either.

“I’ll be so pissed at myself if you leave us because I couldn’t resist you,” I admit. I playfully nip at the tender skin at the base of her throat before letting my tongue drift over it to soothe the pain.

“I’ll be so pissed at you if you don’t just accept that us doing this right here was inevitable. We’ll figure the rest out later. I just need more of you, Dean.”

I come undone at the way she says my name. It’s full of passion and desperation, her tone dripping with lust. It mirrors exactly how I feel about her and just how badly I need her. “What do you need from me?” I ask, slipping a finger underneath her bra strap. I slowly pull it down, my pulse thumping in anticipation of freeing her breast. I’d been so achingly close to seeing it in the dressing room. I need to see her nipples, to take the peaks into my mouth and find out how reactive she is to my touch.

“Whatever you’ll give me,” she instantly responds. Her voice is breathy and hurried. She arches her back as I run my thumb along her nipple, which is still hiding behind the fabric of her bra.

I laugh at her response. “So very needy for me, aren’t you, sunshine?” I run my thumb over her nipple again, loving the soft moans that fall from her mouth at just a simple touch.

“Dean.” Fuck, I could never get tired of hearing my name on her lips. She desperately says it, like a plea.

“Your perfect tits need me, don’t they?” I ask, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra as she nods her head and lets out another moan. I don’t take my time removing it. The moment it’s undone, I’m helping her coax her arms from it and tossing it to the side.

I place my hands on either side of her hips as I grip the edges of the washer and take in the sight of her fully bare to me from the waist up.

“God, you’re perfect,” I mutter. My cock strains in my jeans, desperate to get some kind of attention. It fights against the wet denim, needing to be touched to relieve the ache of wanting her so intensely.

I appreciate the view for one more moment. I was so frantic to kiss her earlier that I didn’t take my time. With tasting other parts of her, I want to savor it as much as possible. She’s so beautiful just like this, her eyes wide as she watches my every move.

It’s dim in the laundry room, the thick rain clouds preventing the sun from illuminating the space around us. Despite the clouds, I can still make out every perfect inch of her. I plan on placing my lips to every inch of her soft, delicate skin.

With every hurried breath in, her tits bounce ever so slightly, teasing me. Unable to resist her for a second longer, I hover over her and take her full breast in my hand. I test the weight of it in my palm, letting out an uncontrolled groan at finally being able to touch her like this. I’d been so fucking close in the dressing room it’d driven me absolutely fucking mad.

But I’m glad I was able to keep a hold of myself—kind of—at the store. Because now, I can take her perfect peaked nipple in my mouth and not have to worry about being quiet.

I lean in, blowing hot air on her nipple to test her reaction. She jumps, her hips lifting from the machine for just a moment. Goose bumps break out all over her skin as I inch even closer. All I’d have to do is barely poke my tongue out, and I’d have her nipple against it.

I lift her breast and finally bring her nipple into my mouth. My tongue circles it, making her eyes flutter shut with pleasure. I relish in the sound she makes as I continue to circle the peaked bud. I pull my mouth off, smirking when she lets out a mewl of protest.

Before she can let out any more sounds of protest, I’m circling her other nipple with my tongue and pulling it into my mouth. Both need ample attention, and at the moment, I can’t deny her a thing.

Her hips rock back and forth as she searches for some kind of reprieve. I smile while taking her nipple between my teeth. I pinch her other nipple between my fingers before letting my hand drift down her stomach. Her breathing stills as my hand snakes lower and lower. I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and stand up straight for a moment to meet her eyes.

“Is this okay?” I ask, keeping my fingers right where they are until she tells me it is.

She nods her head up and down. Wet strands of her hair fall into her face with the movement. “Yes. Please,” she adds, her tone begging.

I smile, inching my fingers down a little more. “Such a good girl saying please. Is this what you need?” I keep going. My fingertips brush against her clit for just a moment. “You need me to touch you right here?” I circle her clit slowly. She’s so wet my fingertips effortlessly glide over her.

“Yes.” She pants, moving her hips for more friction. She’s greedy, trying to take more than what I’m giving her right now, and it’s sexy as hell.

“Let me get the panties off,” I demand. “I want to see all of you.”

She nods, and that’s all I need. I pull my hand free from touching her just long enough to pull the black fabric down her legs and throw it to the side. My hand is on her again immediately. At the same moment I run my fingers through her wetness, I lean in to kiss her.

Our lips meet again in a frenzy of pure want and need. I taste her moan as I slide one finger inside her. She’s so fucking wet, and even with only one finger inside her, she’s tight around me.

“Fuck.” I groan, beginning to rock my finger in and out of her as my thumb circles her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” she responds. She pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, making my cock jump with arousal. I need her so fucking bad, but I want to take my time with this. I want to focus on making her come before freeing myself and worrying about my own release.

“So fucking bad of you to want your boss like this, sunshine. This isn’t professional.” I coax a second finger inside her, wanting to feel her stretch around me.

“I don’t care.” She moans. “This feels too right to ever be bad.”

My forehead falls against hers for a moment as her words crash through me. I wish I could disagree with her, that I could regret letting this happen between us. But the tension between us has been too much, the attraction too strong, for me to feel bad about it.

At least right now. All I can do is take her at her word that no matter what happens right now, it won’t affect anything with Clara.

“Do you want me?” Liv asks, pulling me from my thoughts. She wiggles her hips, making me realize my fingers had stilled inside her.

“Yes,” I answer immediately, pressing a kiss to her lips to prove it.

“Then have me. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

I nod, deciding to enjoy the moment with her. I’ve tortured myself for days over wanting her. I’ve listed every single reason this shouldn’t be happening countless times, but none of it worked. I couldn’t resist her, and I still can’t right now.

I hook my fingers inside her, reveling in every pant and moan that falls from her lips. She’s right. Nothing about this could ever be bad, not when it feels so fucking perfect with her.

“Do you need my fingers or my tongue?”