The Steamy Chase Ch. 06

"Thanks." Dean had murmured against her hair as they lay in bed that night. He was spooned behind her, his chin on her shoulder and his legs tangled with hers.

"For what?" Kayla had asked, confused. If anyone needed to say thanks, it was her. She had turned around to face Dean.

"For loving me, Kay. You don't know how much that means to me." Dean had whispered with so much emotion, Kayla felt a tightening in her chest. "You could have loved someone else, could have loved anybody else, yet you love just me. Just me."

Her breath hitched in her throat. She did love the man so bloody much. "Just you." Kayla had whispered back. Then in a shaky voice, she added; "Well I couldn't help it. You are extremely fuckable." Though she had tried to joke, her voice had quivered with emotion.

Dean had laughed softly. "Look who's talking." Dean said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Good night Kay."

"Good night handsome." Kayla replied, snuggling into Dean. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating steadily. "Dream about me."

"I don't have a choice my love." He husked and just like that, Kayla had melted.

Kayla sighed, missing Dean even more now after talking to him. He was ridiculously sweet. That morning, he had woken her up with a sinfully hot kiss to tell her he was leaving for a meeting and would get in touch with her later in the day. An hour later, he had sent a simple but ridiculously sweet text message that still brought a smile to her face any second she remembered it. The message had simply read:

'I can't stop thinking about you.'

Kayla couldn't wait to see him. During their shopping the day before, Dean had disclosed that he had apparently taken a course in fashion designing for a semester back in college just for the fun of it. That piece of information had helped Kayla understand Dean's eye for fashion. That short course, coupled with his background as an architect, which meant he naturally paid attention to detail...and the fact that he was a womanizer, meant his having an eye for style, was only to be expected Kayla thought with a scowl. She realized what she was doing and sighed with exasperation at herself for feeling jealous. She did jump into this with her eyes wide open. But was it too strange to want all that male hotness for herself? She was only human after all...and in love.

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"Don't look at me like that, Dean." There was an edge of breathlessness in Kayla's voice that had Dean fight even harder the need to kiss her.

They were in a dress shop, where she had tried on and selected lots of chic designer dresses at Dean's insistence. That smoldering look he was giving her that very moment was melting her like butter under the sun. She could feel her panties getting wet, which felt very uncomfortable. She made a mental note to dash to the restroom when she finished trying out the current and final attire...a knee-length pleated skirt.

"Come on, say something." Kayla sighed. "Like it?"

Dean swallowed. Kayla was standing before him in just her bra and the skirt. He could see the outline of that nipple ring through the lacy bra and hunger surged through him, a need for her he couldn't control or fight. His dick took notice and throbbed within the confines of his pants imperatively. He wanted to adjust himself so badly but the attendant was watching them like a hawk. He wanted Kayla with every cell in his body, with every breath he could drag into his lungs. No woman had ever worked him into a frenzy so quickly...by doing absolutely nothing. And from the way Kayla's face looked flushed, her breath quickening, it was obvious she wanted him too. Dean smirked, loving how helplessly responsive Kayla was to him even when he'd done nothing more than look at her.

Dean shrugged. "First of all, I can look at you however I want." He said huskily, making Kayla's heart beat faster with lust. "Try the shorter one. You have to show off those beautiful legs, not cover them up like a nun." Dean said with a face filled with desire.

"Perv." Kayla muttered shakily as she grabbed a flirty white pleated miniskirt and went back into the dressing room.

Just as she finished taking off the longer skirt and reached up to grab the shorter one from the hanger, she felt arms go around her. She was in just bra and panties. She didn't have to squeal...she would know the feel of those arms even in her sleep. Kayla turned around within the circle of Dean's arms and looped her arms around his neck, laughing softly.

"You shouldn't be in here. Where's the attendant?" Kayla whispered.

"Everyone has their price." Dean whispered right back and leaned down to capture her lips in a toe-curling kiss.

With a muffled groan, Dean slid one of his hands down her belly and came to rest between her legs. He felt her wetness and heat and wanted to lick the heated flesh of her pussy so bad, taste the slow glide of her juices as they met his tongue. He was dying for it. He had thought about that so much, he'd had a hard time concentrating in his meetings that day. He rubbed his fingers over her wet flesh through her soaked panties, smirking when Kayla's breathing changed.

"Wet," he whispered. "And so hot."

Her eyes widened when she felt fingers push the edge of her soaked panties from the hollow of her thighs to slip inside her wet folds.

"Dean..." Kayla gasped and grew wetter.

"Shhh." Dean's cock hardened as sunk two fingers deep into her pussy, wishing those fingers were his cock instead.

His tongue licked from her mouth to her neck, along her collarbone to her chin and up to her ear, dipping inside and heightening all her senses.

"Oh God." Kayla's eyes fluttered close as she shivered. She sank her fingers into his hair and moaned, quickly biting her lip to keep the sound in. She knew what they were doing was dangerous. Anyone could walk in and catch them but she was too turned-on to care. If someone had walked in right then and found her writhing against Dean in that small dressing room while he finger-fucked her, she didn't think she'd care at all. At that moment, Kayla didn't care about anything other than Dean not stopping what he was doing.

Kayla tried to keep quiet, but couldn't stop the noisy, little gasps that escaped her. When Dean lowered his head to capture her right unpierced nipple with his hot wet mouth and started sucking through the lacy material of her bra, she knew she would lose the battle of keeping quiet.

"Oh God, that feels so good." Kayla breathed and arched closer against Dean.

With Dean's fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb circling her engorged sensitive clit, and his mouth pulling blissfully on her nipple, Kayla didn't stand a chance. Everything ceased to exist but the pleasure whirling through her. Her muscles started to contract around those wicked fingers as a ferocious orgasm tore through her.

Dean felt it when Kayla was about to come, could feel her tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew she was going to cry out. He released her nipple and quickly moved up to slam his mouth on hers, just as a loud cry tore out of her. Dean swallowed those lusty cries, massaging her clit between his forefinger and thumb the whole time, prolonging her pleasure.

Kayla wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and sagged against him as the aftershocks rocked through her. The sinful pleasure Dean bestowed on her inside a dressing room in Dubai of all places was unbelievably exquisite. The danger of getting caught definitely added to the excitement.

Dean brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean of her juices. "You taste so sweet." He murmured. "Remind me not to go anywhere near you pussy if I don't want to get caught." He added teasingly.

Kayla felt the heat of mortification sweep over her and with a groan, hid her face in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She breathed.

"Don't be." Dean grinned. "I love how respond to me, how you can't control yourself with me. Let's just say it makes me want you even more, love you more." He husked, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. "You have such deliciously sexy lips." He whispered. "I can't get enough of it."

"I love you." She whispered, meaning those three words with everything in her.

When they eventually came out of the dressing room, their attendant was standing discreetly to the side, her face beet red. Kayla's answering blush didn't go unnoticed. She just wanted to get the hell out of that shop and Dean didn't help matters by laughing the whole way to the hotel. Much as she loved him, she wanted to strangle him. But despite herself, Kayla's lips curled in amusement. Her man was crazy, and she loved him like that because that was what made him...Dean.