Dean drove me back to work, but didn't get out of the car. I gave him a quick kiss, then went inside. Half the office followed me into the break room asking about Dean. When I explained that he was the guy who stepped in when Jake was harassing me they all became intrigued, but I told them I had a patient coming in and had to prep my space. They groaned and whined, but let me go. A few of them knew he had driven me home that night. None of them knew I had slept with him.

The afternoon went by quickly, but not fast enough for my liking. Carol came over to me in the break room as we picked up to leave for the day.

"You bringing your friend to the bar tonight?"

"Actually, I'm not gonna make it."

"Oh, really?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Really," I said, matter of factly.

"Okay, well... have fun."

She gave me a wink, grabbed her purse, and left. I soon followed. I stopped to get Dean's key made, which thankfully didn't take too long. I called him from the parking lot before I pulled out.

"Hey, sexy," I flirted.

"Hey, beautiful." My heart almost skipped a beat.

"I'm on my way home. Do I need to pick up food?"

"No, I did some cooking here."

"You cook, too?"

"Enough to get by."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

"I'll be waiting."

"Bye."

When I got home, the door was unlocked. I walked in and sat my stuff down. Dean emerged from the kitchen and I held up his new key.

"Wanna give it a try?"

He came up to me and wrapped his hand around mine, holding the top of the key between his forefinger and thumb. He answered by leaning down and kissing me. He removed the key from my hand as he kissed me, then wrapped his arms around my waist, spinning me around and slowly pulling away as he backed toward the door.

"Lock it," he said in his way out. He closed the door behind him and I locked it. A moment later, Dean was inside.

"It works," he said with a smile. He pulled his keys from his pocket and slipped it onto his key ring. "You hungry?"

"I could eat."

He motioned toward the kitchen and I ate what may have been the best hamburger I'd ever had. After dinner, we went to the sofa. No pretenses. His hands were immediately in my hair, his lips on mine. He pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling his thighs. He held my face in his hands, and smiled.

"Time to tell me about those dreams."

"There were several."

"Pick a few." He took my hands and laced our fingers together.

"Well... Most of them were you coming back. You just took me. Really hard. And once or twice there was one... do you remember our last night together before you left? We showered the next morning."

"I remember."

"You remember what I wanted to do?"

"Got ya," Dean said with a smile.

"Basically, they all had the same goal. Your hands, everywhere... your mouth, everywhere... and me..." I stopped and smiled. I almost had trouble saying it to him.

"Yeah?"

"Completely satisfied. Barely able to move."

An expression came over Dean's face that I had never seen before. His eyes grew dark. I felt his hands squeeze mine tighter.

Without warning, his hands left mine and were on my rear as he stood with me in his arms. My legs wrapped around him as he headed for the bedroom. Once through the door, he pinned me against the wall and ravished my neck. I gripped his shoulders, barely able to believe any of it was real.

He pushed himself against me, grinding our bodies together.

"Dean..." It came out breathy and soft. His lips immediately covered mine, silencing me for the time being. His body sill holding me pressed against the wall, his hands ran up and down my legs, squeezing, not so gently this time. My hands went to his hair. As he moved back to my neck, my mouth found his earlobe. I pulled it between my teeth, covering it and letting it slide back through my lips.

Dean practically growled as he spun around and nearly threw me on top of the bed before climbing on top of me. He used his knees to push my legs apart and settled between them. He began to grind against me through our clothes. His jeans through my thin scrubs quickly got to me. My breathing began to get ragged, and I started moving my hips against his, my body searching for release. His large hands soon stilled my movement and he stopped his, making me whimper.

He pulled my shirt from me and quickly unhooked my bra. It soon went sailing across the room, and his mouth was on me. His hands pushed at my pants and I helped get them off, trying to keep his mouth on my breast, but he eventually sat up and ripped them from my legs. All of his clothing quickly followed, leaving me in just my panties. He once again began to grind against the thin barrier, causing us both to moan. His mouth returned to my breasts, giving each one attention. I was so close. Too close.

"Dean, please..."

His lips came to mine, and his hand moved between my legs. He brushed his fingers over me before he pulled the panties off completely. His fingers returned to the spot as he kissed me, and my hips moved against him. My eyes closed, and my mouth hung open, little noises escaping, so he moved to my neck. Just when I felt like I was about to explode, he stopped. I opened my eyes as he plunged into me. I didn't have a chance. Every nerve was already on edge, and I began trembling with the first stroke. Dean kept going. No stopping for me to ride it out. Hard and fast, keeping me at that peak. At one point I had to force myself to breathe. My hands tightly gripped his shoulders. I knew my nails were sinking into his skin, but I couldn't help it. The tension was too much. He held onto me tight, moving faster, and I knew he was close too. I wrapped my legs around him and buried my face in his neck, licking and kissing. He groaned, and gave one final thrust before his body gave in and collapsed on top of me. My legs fell to the bed, but I kept kissing his neck as our breathing slowed, and our heart rates came back down.

"That was amazing," I said, finally able to speak. "Way better than any dream I ever had."

He pulled out and rolled onto his side, pulling me into him. He captured my mouth and kissed me passionately. His hands were in my hair and on the sides of my face. I held one hand on his arm, and had the other against his chest.

"Dean?"

I tilted my head away to speak, so he moved his lips to my neck.

"Hmmm?"

"You gonna say anything?"

He kissed his way back up to my lips, then stared into my eyes. He didn't say anything for a moment. He just stared.

"Say something," I said with a nervous laugh.

He ran his thumb along my jaw, still staring into my eyes.

"You make me happy," he said. "You're the first woman I ever wanted to change the way I live for." He kissed me gently, then spoke again. "I'm glad I came back... and I'm sorry I ever left."

My heart felt as though it were about to explode. I hadn't expect that kind of confession. I felt tears building and tried to keep them from falling.

"I'm glad you came back, too."