Elena blinked.
"Why don't you try them on now? I'll see if I like it." Dean crossed his hands across his chest and leaned against the door.
Her eyes widened with a sudden embarrassment. And he blocked the only exit.
"You wanna play games, kitty? Fine. I'm all for it." His voice was sharp, cutting through her. He moved forward.
Her feet stepped back, till her back hit the mirror. He pressed himself onto her.
"You got me, Elena. Flashing all that s**t at me. You got me all hard. Feel it?"
Oh God!
She felt his arousal press against her.
Dean took off his jacket and threw it onto the sofa. The corners of his lips curved slightly. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it shirt out of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and loosened the top button on his jeans. Dean's fingers unzipped zipper
