The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 23

Dean watched Emma, not missing a thing as she chatted and ate. Her face was shining and well-rested, her eyes bright and calm. She was hands-down the most attractive woman he’d ever known, a fact which still surprised him a bit. The blonde from the bar was what he'd long thought of as his 'type', and Dean knew that if she and Emma were standing side by side, a huge number of men would choose the blonde, with all her t**s and ass and s*x appeal on full display – but he’d choose Emma now. He'd choose her in a heartbeat. He had a whole new appreciation for sweetness, something that he’d done without in his life for a very long time. She soothed him, and he hadn’t even known that was what he’d wanted or needed.

He cleared the table then came back to her. Without a word, he pulled Emma to her feet and kissed her. Her legs weakened right away, her body went soft in his arms.

“What do you think, baby?” he whispered. “You ready for dessert?”

She bit back a moan. “What’s for dessert?”

“Me.”

She gazed up at him, her body pulsing with want. “Oh, yeah, I’m ready for dessert. I’ll probably even have seconds.”

His hands skimmed the front of her t-shirt and he smiled when her n*****s hardened. He pulled the shirt over her head and his hands moved to her back, unsnapping her bra. He lifted her breasts, savoring their weight, pushing them together. His mouth moved back and forth, licking and sucking her hard peaks. Her shuddering drove him on; he loved knowing that his touch did this to her.

Emma arched her back, offering herself to his mouth and hands. His hands held her steady as her legs shook under her. Her desire was immediate and huge, no hiding it. She needed him to chase away the fear and darkness; she needed him to make her feel alive and good.

Dean groaned as her fingers roamed over his shoulders and chest, then down his broad back. She found the waist of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off, her hands stroking down his body, down his abs, then lower and lower. She pressed against his erection with her open palm and he took her hand, not interested in playing or teasing anymore.

“Into my bed, baby. Now.”

She gasped and nodded, her p***y opening wide at his words. God, just the thought of him being inside her soaked her completely. The area between her legs felt hot and uncomfortable; she needed to be naked with him, and right away. She couldn’t wait.

In his bedroom, he undressed her slowly, his hands running over her bruised side. He knelt down and gently placed his lips on her hip, his tongue skimming the darkened flesh.

“Does it hurt?” he asked her.

“No,” she said. “Not at all.”

He stood again, cupping her s*x. She gave a cry and pressed against his large hand. He felt her arousal pooling in his palm, and he started to rub her c**t gently, watching her face for her reaction.

She reached for him, yanked his jeans off. His c**k was huge and hard and she lowered his boxers to reveal it. She stared at it, her whole body yearning to have it inside her, plugging her, f*****g her. He saw her desire and lifted her to her feet again.

“We’re going to be more careful this time, honey,” he said. “No more bruises. OK?"

“OK.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her onto him. He spread her legs, rested her across his massive thighs, her feet on the floor. Her hot centre pushed down on his hardness and they both groaned.

“Dean,” she said, her voice rough and low. “Dean, I can’t wait. Please, f**k me. f**k me now.”