Chapter 21

Restless, Dean paced the small space inside his hotel room. After the show he'd been unable to find her, eventually he resorted to calling her cell. She hadn't answered, but she had texted him back a cryptic message. All will be right shortly. Be patient.

He'd never been one to have much patience and right now all he wanted to do was slam his fist through a wall. A soft knock on his door cause him to jump in surprise. His heart sped up as he trekked across the room and yanked open the door.

Like a Goddess she stood in front of him, in that same sexy little outfit he'd seen her in earlier, with her hair just right and a look of desire embedded in her features. Beautiful!

She shifted from one foot to the other and gnawed on her bottom lip. "It seems Hunter forgot to book me a room."

His lips turned up into a grin as he backed away and held the door so she could enter. There was a sway in her hips he hadn't noticed before and damn if it wasn't one of the sexiest things he'd seen in a while. Once inside she brought her wheeled suitcase to a stop then turned to look back at him. "I hope you don't mind me intruding on you at this late hour." The gleam in her revealed her playful nature.

Dean released his grip on the door and stalked toward her. His hands slid along her waist as he slowly backed her against the wall. In her heels she was damn near as tall as him. "I would have minded if you hadn't," he replied as his mouth slammed down on hers. A sexy little whimper escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering.

God he'd missed this, missed her more than he even realized until that moment. She tasted like lemons and mint and he wanted more. Her soft lips worked against his, demanding as much as she gave. When he eventually pulled back, giving them both a much needed breath, he studied her. Gone was the timid, shy woman who hated to wrestle. Instead he saw a strong, confident woman in front of him. He grinned. "This outfit is sexy as hell."

She arched a brow. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," his fingers trailed along the waistband of her skirt. "It will be even sexier laying on the floor."

His words pulled a shudder from her and she bit back a breathy moan as desire to have him now and forever slammed into her. Oh God, she wanted him so much it scared the hell out of her. She'd missed him so damn much when he was gone. To be back in his arms, feeling the warmth of his love filled her with strength and passion. "I missed you so much," she whispered.

His eyes softened and his grin widened. "I love you, Zoey."

Joy filled her heart even as her skirt slacked and hit the floor. His eyes widened as did his grin as he took a full step back and assess her. "A garter and stockings? Well aren't you just full of sexy little surprises."

She shrugged. "What can I say I don't like pantyhose."

He stepped forward, closing the distance. "You're so beautiful, Zoey. I'm one lucky bastard."

Their mouths met for a second soul-searching kiss. As his lips teased hers open and their joined and tangled, both taking and giving in tandem. His hands slid along her side, then along her front and he began making quick work of her blouse. Emotions and sensations ripped through her, wiping her mind clean until nothing but raw need remained.

"God, I want you so much," he whispered against her lips. His words danced along her skin, creating a tingling sensation she felt all the way to her toes. "I want you too," she managed to reply.

Her admission pulled yet another smile from him. Giving him all the control, she waited while he finished divesting her. Anticipation grew as her bra slacked beneath his deft touch. Slowly he worked his way down her body planting kisses along her skin.

He seemed to take his time now as he gently unsnapped then worked first one stocking then the other down her legs. She stepped out of her heels, then out of her panties until she finally stood before him completely naked. He sat back on his knees and flicked his gaze upward, his eyes touching her in ways his hands hadn't. "Like I said...beautiful."

His hand splayed across her thighs, the heat from his palms scalding against her skin. "Spread your legs, baby." His words caused desire to rip through her, making her achy to feel his touch . She widened her stance, granting his request then watched as he leaned forward and buried his face between her thighs. Warm, wet heat engulfed her body and she shuddered at the delicious feel. Her fingers tangled through his hair as she scrambled for purchase. His intimate, erotic strokes sent her spiraling out of control. Her body tightened and she sobbed as pleasure throbbed through her. "Dean!"

"That's it baby," he nearly growled against her flesh, adding to the sensations. "Come for me." With that command he slid a finger inside her and her body splintered. A cry tumbled from her lips as she bucked against him. Even as she came down from a much needed and thoroughly explosive orgasm, he continued to work her body, demanding more. He spent a long time between her legs, licking and sucking and kissing her with his tongue and fingers. She watched, riveted by the erotic sight of him working to give her pleasure. Slowly her orgasm began to build again and her knees went weak. Her muscles contracted and her breathing grew shallow.

"That's my girl," Dean rumbled. "Give it to me again." As if on command, she erupted like an active volcano.

Finally, he pulled back, then got to his feet. "I need to be inside you, baby. Now!"

She nodded and on weak legs she stumbled to the bed. On all fours she climbed onto the mattress, then collapsed and rolled over onto her back. She watched through hooded eyes as he quickly stripped, then stalked toward her like a predator on the hunt and she was the prey.

He climbed up the end of the bed, between her legs, lined himself up and thrust home. Instant pleasure speared through her and she arched her back, seeking more. "Dean!" She cried as her fingers curled into the comforter.

From above her, he grinned. "I love it when you say my name like that. Let's see if I can make you say it again." He draped her legs over his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow as her body struggled to process the sensations. The sound of flesh slapping flesh and the soft squeak of the bed filled the room. She panted and groaned and her eyes drifted closed as she relinquished the last of her control.

"Open your eyes, baby."

His command had her flicking her gaze upward and she stared at him, half blind with pleasure. That crazy crooked grin of his appeared even as his movements sped up. "That's it, baby. Eyes on me. I want to see the pleasure in your face when I make you come again."

And he did. Within minutes her body broke apart and his name tumbled from her lips on a cry she was sure could be heard all the way to the lobby. Her body throbbed with pleasure and before she could come down he groaned long and low as he came, filling her, Huntering her.

Later as she lay draped across him, her body tired yet satisfied, she trailed her fingers over his chest. "Why didn't you tell me about the mortgage?" she ventured.

He grabbed her hand in his and gently kissed her knuckles. "It would have defeated the entire purpose of giving you the opportunity to make an unbiased choice based on what you wanted and not what you thought was right."

"Still, that was a lot of money."

He shrugged. "Worth every time if it meant ensuring your happiness."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Sometimes what you want isn't necessarily what makes you happiest."

He stared down at her. "What does make you happy, Zoey?"

"You." She snuggled in a little closer. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to find that out."

He hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up to him. "I'd give you the moon and the stars if I thought it would make you happy."

She grinned. "All I need is your love."

He lowered his head to her, his lips hovered over hers and he grinned. "You already have it."