Chase Our Forever (Sutten Mountain #3)

41. Liv

41

LIV

My heart feels like it could beat right out of my chest as I hear Dean’s footsteps down the hallway. I don’t think I’ve ever taken such a fast shower in my life. He seemed so insistent to find me in his bed when he came back with food. I wanted to do exactly as he asked. It feels like we woke up in some kind of bubble where we aren’t fighting the attraction between us, at least not completely.

There was a moment when I was just waking up that I swore he’d kiss me, but he didn’t.

Even without feeling his lips against mine, he seems more…free this morning. Maybe it’s because he slept well, or maybe it’s something else. Either way, I’m going to do whatever I can to stay locked in this moment with him for as long as possible.

His footsteps get closer, and my heart speeds up. I have no idea why my body feels like it’s on fire when he hasn’t even walked through the door. All he’s doing is bringing breakfast. But it’s breakfast in bed, and some dirty fantasies come to my mind at the thought of being in his bed. They all stem from seeing him in a pair of gray sweatpants that sit low on his hips. Of course dirty things come to mind when that’s the first thing I see in the morning.

Dean walks through the door, holding a tray of food. He smiles the moment he sees me. How can he expect me not to catch feelings for him when he gives his smiles so freely now? I’ve had to earn getting him to grin at me like that, and now that I have, it’s hard to picture my life without seeing him look at me just like he is right now every day.

“You listened,” Dean notes, setting the food down on the nightstand on this side of the bed.

I smile, moving my wet hair off my shoulder. “I did. Although, I hope you don’t mind, I used your shower and stole your clothes. I didn’t know if I was allowed to run upstairs for my own.”

His eyes darken as I move the comforter from my lap and show him that I’m wearing a T-shirt of his I found.

He swallows, his body seemingly frozen in time except for that small movement of his Adam’s apple along his throat.

It’s quiet for so long I wonder if I shouldn’t have raided his closet. I didn’t think he’d mind. He seems to love to see me in his Livingston Real Estate hoodie; I thought he wouldn’t care about the T-shirt either.

“If I wasn’t supposed to, I can go grab my own?—”

“How hungry are you?” Dean interrupts, his words quick and to the point.

I frown for a moment, wondering why he’s changing the subject. Is he that upset?

“What?” I ask, pulling the comforter back over my lap to hide as much of me in his shirt as possible.

“How hungry are you?” he repeats, his words slower this time. His question doesn’t match the heat in his eyes.

“Umm…” I don’t know how to answer him.

He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. The movement makes his muscles ripple, making me throb between my legs. “Please tell me you aren’t too hungry.”

“Why?”

“Because at the sight of you in my shirt in my bed, the only thing I want to eat right now is your pussy.”

I gasp, having to blink a few times as I try to think through if I heard him correctly. I have to squeeze my thighs together at what I think he said. I didn’t have any clean underwear in his room, obviously, and his shirt was long enough on me I didn’t think he’d ever know. I’m regretting the decision because wetness pools between my thighs, and I have no way of hiding it.

My breaths get heavy as Dean crawls onto the bed. His eyes don’t leave mine, and mine don’t leave his. I keep replaying his words in my head, wondering if there was any way I could’ve misheard them.

I know I didn’t. Not with the way he’s looking at me right now.

“Dean.” His name comes out like a plea. I don’t know if I can handle having him touch me again, tasting him again, and him pulling away. I’ve done my best to not let the prolonged stares and unexpected touches go to my head, but if he kisses me again, I’ll have no choice but to fall for him.

He yanks the comforter from my body, making me suck in a breath when the cold air hits my thighs. I squeeze them together as hard as I can, trying my best to hide my arousal from him.

“I’m tired of fighting this, sunshine.” His words come out like a growl. Like he despises the fact he was fighting this between us in the first place.

“Fighting what?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing calm, even as he presses his muscular thigh between my knees, forcing me to spread my legs open.

Luckily, he keeps his eyes on me, at least for the moment. He hasn’t figured out yet that the only thing I’m wearing is his T-shirt. “Fighting how much I fucking want you. Every part of you.”

His mouth hovers over mine as his large hands hold on to the headboard above my head. He cages me in with his strong arms as his thigh moves a little higher up, forcing my legs even wider. It’s clear he isn’t trying to hide his desire from me. His hard dick presses against my thigh with the position he’s put us in.

His eyes frantically search mine. I can barely see the color of his eyes with how dilated his pupils are. When he lets out a long sigh before talking, I can feel it against my lips. “I’m tired of fighting how bad I want to see your smile first thing in the morning, and I want to hear your moans late into the night. I’m tired of not coming clean on how much I think about you and how much I fight the urge to ask you to stay in Sutten forever. The biggest thing I’m tired of is fighting how bad I want you. That won’t change, and fuck, sunshine, I’m tired of fighting how much I need you.”

I don’t know what it’s like to fall for someone. I’ve never done it, but I have to imagine it’s something close to this. Although I know it’s impossible, it feels like my heart bursts with an overwhelming sense of love for the man staring at me. I know it could be a terrible idea to willingly hand my heart over, but I can’t help it. His confession left me with no other option.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask breathlessly.

A tiny little crease appears between his eyebrows. “What?”

I smile, my teeth raking against my lip with how much I want him. “If you need me so badly, then what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Do whatever you want with me, Dean.”

I barely get the words out before his lips are against mine. I moan, relishing in being able to taste him again. It’s all I’ve wanted since the last time he kissed me. I didn’t know a kiss could be so depraved, that we could be so starved for each other, but we’re proof of how desperate two people can be for one another.

Our mouths crash together. We’re teeth and tongues and desperate moans. His fingers twist in my wet hair, already creating tangles that I’d just brushed out.

Dean’s hand snakes up my inner thigh. A small whimper escapes his lips when his fingers are met with my wetness instead of fabric. “You’re killing me,” he groans, his finger circling my clit.

“Dean.” I pant against his mouth when he doesn’t even wait to inch that finger inside me. I love how rushed and desperate he is because I feel exactly the same. I want him in every way possible, and I don’t want to wait for it.

Dean’s hips rock against my thigh as he attempts to get friction against his erection. I moan at the feeling, wanting to feel it inside me.

“Did you put my shirt on with nothing underneath on purpose, sunshine? Did you know it’d drive me fucking wild to see you like that? I bet you did. Naughty fucking girl.”

I moan, my eyes squeezing shut at his words. He’s so fucking dirty, and I love it. For a man of not many words outside of the bedroom, he knows how to use them in it. My pussy tightens around his finger.

Maybe I had done it on purpose, I don’t really know. All I know is I’m glad I did because seeing him snap like this, the desperation for me taking control of him, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I want it off,” Dean demands, pulling his finger out of me and grabbing the hem of the shirt.

In one effortless tug, he pulls the fabric off my body and tosses it to the side. Once again, I’m laid out naked in front of him, and somehow, he seems even hungrier for me than the last time.

He pulls back, his eyes raking over my body for so long I want to protest. He doesn’t touch or kiss me; he just lets his eyes travel every inch of my body as if he has all the time in the world.

This time, he does. But I don’t want him to take his time. I need him. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything more than only the heated gaze he gives me now.

A low growl comes from his throat as he continues to sweep his eyes over every inch of my body. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I moan, my hips bucking in search of some kind of friction. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone else this desperately. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust with need for him right here on this bed.

“Fuck, sunshine, I think you just got even wetter for me,” he notes, his eyes between my legs.

“I need you,” I plead, not caring about the begging tone to my voice.

A delicious grin spreads across his lips. “Yeah, you do, don’t you, baby?”

I nod, moving my hips some more to try and get some sort of relief. “Yes,” I moan.

“You know what I need?”

I let out a small cry of disappointment when, instead of touching me, he lies down right next to me. Before I can voice my displeasure, he licks his lips and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.

“I need you to ride my face, sunshine. Now.”