Page 107 of Where We Stay

Not watched.

Not judged.

Wanted.

His gaze returns to mine before his hands move any lower.

“I’m still good,” I assure him.

Dean’s mouth pulls into a slow smile.

A moment later, my jeans join my sweater on the floor, and his gaze drops to the matching lace.

Slowly.

Oh, he definitely noticed.

“Is all this for me, Miss Morgan?” he asks, running his thumb along the edge of the lace.

Heat rushes through me at the smug look on his face.

Holy fuck.

“You wish, Mr. Ashford.”

His smile tells me he knows better.

Because yeah.

This is for him.

And maybe, for once, for me too.

Twenty One

Dean

Istep in close, every inch of restraint I’ve got straining like a live wire. Blair’s standing there in that black lace, eyes wide, lips parted, like she has no clue what she’s doing to me. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe that’s what’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.

I lower my mouth to her shoulder, teeth grazing skin, then nip the swell of her breast above the lace. She shivers. I keep going, kissing and biting down her ribs, over her stomach, until I’m on my knees in front of her. My tongue drags along the edge of her panties, right where lace meets heat. She gasps, hips twitching.

“Still good, Miss Morgan?”

She moans, soft and shaky. I press my tongue harder against the fabric, tasting the dampness already soaking through.

“I need words, baby.”

“Yes, Dean. Still good. Keep fucking going.” Her voice cracks on the last word.

I smile against her, then hook my fingers into the waistband and drag the lace down her thighs. She steps out of them, bare now except for the bra. I push her back onto the bed, spread her legs, and bury my face between them. My tongue slides up her slit in one long, slow lick. She arches, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“More,” she pants. “I need more.”

“Patience.”

“I’m running out.”

I grin, then suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue fast. Her thighs clamp around my head. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, pumping while I lick. She’s dripping, clenching, moaning my name like it’s the only word she knows.