Chapter 16

"Woman, I was just hanging out and you told me to cover it up." He remarked cheekily, knowing he should probably put some proper clothes on.

Since he began traveling with her and sharing a room, Dean had tried to at least wear boxer/briefs in bed. There were some nights he just didn't feel like doing it though and he'd made sure he was under the blanket before removing them to sleep. Most women would have been quite happy to see him nude, she seemed frazzled at the thought, which he didn't know whether to take as a compliment or an insult.

"I don't know…watch TV, I could rent a gaming system or something…I have Scrabble." He had no idea why he had it, Dean just did. "Better turn around, Maca." He was at the dresser and dropped the towel, reaching for a pair of shorts, the only concession towards being clothed he was making tonight.

She didn't. Macaria watched that towel drop and his glorious muscular backside was in her vision – her hungry vision. She wanted him and he wanted her. It was obvious. No – yes – no – yes – no – yes…Her brain and heart were battling against each other and Macaria finally told them both to shut the hell up. This would be done her way, though. Taking a chance, she turned her back to him and removed her top, dropping it to the floor leaving Macaria clad in a dark blue bra. It was cotton, simple with no lace or anything. She enjoyed being comfortable.

"Take your time, Deano. I'll just make myself more comfortable…" Waiting until their eyes locked through the reflection in the mirror, Macaria slid into bed and leaned back against the headboard, remembering how much he enjoyed her hair down earlier in the gym.

So that was her next move, slowly unraveling the braid.

It was like someone had changed the channel to softcore porn and he was hooked on it. Dean had made it abundantly clear over the past month he very, very much liked her long hair when it was down. He had no idea what his thing with it was, but it was sexy as hell. It was rare to see a woman with that long and thick of hair, real hair, and he could feel himself already tenting his, mercifully loose, shorts. His generally pale blue eyes were darkening as he took her in, taking in her bra and the way it molded to her luscious breasts. Macaria had been hiding under those professional clothes and he subconsciously licked his lips. Turning around, Dean leaned back against the dresser, watching as she unbraided her hair, eyes following those deft fingers and wondered what other magic they could perform. He approached the bed, gesturing for her to move down towards him.

"Let me do it." He requested in a low, raspy tone, watching as she complied, getting onto her knees and turning away from him, but within easy reach.

Finishing with undoing her plait, he glided his fingertips gently through her silky tresses and then up her bare arms, feeling goose bumps under his palms. Through his fingertips alone, Macaria felt the strength and her whole body flooded with newfound heat, eyes closing at the feeling of Dean's touch. Of course, she broke out in goose bumps. That's how much of an effect he had on her. What was the point in holding back what they both wanted and craved? Sex was sex and tons of people had sex while remaining friends afterward.

"Thank you." She murmured softly, sliding her fingers through her the top of her hair to try untightening it from her scalp a little more.

She didn't move away from him, not for a second and slowly turned her head enough to sneak a peek at Dean, her eyes having to move up his chest until they landed on his face. His eyes had changed color and she was sure playing with fire would end up getting her burned. Macaria was passed beyond caring at this point.

When she didn't immediately look away, Dean slowly lowered his head, giving her the chance to stop what they both knew was coming. He normally didn't bother with wasting time, all about getting down and dirty, but he was willing to go slow if he had to. For now. He brushed his lips against hers, feathering tiny kisses against her beautiful mouth and, when she didn't recoil, Dean pushed the boundaries a little farther. He traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, feeling her lips part and took that as all the invitation he needed, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against his muscular chest.

One simple kiss quickly turned passionate, especially with Dean's skillful mouth and tongue. She enjoyed his tongue against hers, the softest moans spilling out to let Dean know she enjoyed this. Every second of it. Her job was on the line, yes, and she had crossed so many boundaries coming to his room. Why not go all the way? The way he held her tightly against him, his strong hands splayed against her back, made Macaria's heart speed up, pounding furiously against her chest. For some reason, he hadn't gone for her bra and simply guided her down on the bed, their legs entangled together. It'd been ages since Macaria just made out with someone, the exploration and going slow. Her long honey blonde hair pooled around her in golden waves and Macaria had her fingers delved in his damp curls, thoroughly enjoying this man on top of her simply kissing.

If she thought going all the way wasn't on his mind, his hard-on pressing into her was obvious proof she would be wrong. Dean wouldn't lie, the idea of having his wicked way with her, just outright fucking her, until neither of them could see anything but stars, was tempting. However, this going slow, old school making out thing was nice too. When her hands glided up and down his back, his muscles rippled beneath her touch, responding to her caresses and he knew he was probably exhibiting his own goosebumps. Dean was addicted to the taste of her mouth and could have spent all night just kissing and tasting her. He did let one hand move to her bare stomach, gently dragging his knuckles along the contours of her body until his palm was splayed against her bare side, enjoying the feel of her skin.

After an hour straight of kissing and touching, only taking a few second breaks in between to regain oxygen in their lungs, Macaria pulled back enough to lock eyes with Dean. She rubbed her nose against his, smiling while breathing heavily and stroked the back of his hair gently. There was something about his hair, his eyes…come to think of it, everything…that pulled her in. It was a magnetic, instant attraction.

"Roll on your side." She commanded, hooking a leg over his made sure his injured side wasn't pressed into the bed. Her lips teased his neck and Adam's apple, enjoying the soft stubble scratching against her skin before claiming his mouth again, their chests pressed tightly together. "So much for Scrabble, huh?"

"I'll play Scrabble... as long as I can use your body as the board." He rasped out, his voice grittier than normal, running his fingers up and down her side.

She was probably wondering why he hadn't moved to her breasts. Dean hadn't once tried to cop a feel and, honestly, he was wondering why he hadn't tried yet either. Deciding to test the waters, again, he let his hand skim up her ribs and to her shoulder, playing with the strap of her bra.

"I want a picture of you." He whispered against her lips. "Laying here in my bed, your hair down…lips swollen…" Sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, Dean growled softly from the back of his throat when she let out a moan. His hand moved to cup her breast, feeling her nipple harden through the thin material as he molded her flesh into his palm.

"Take it." Macaria breathed out, not about to deny this beautiful man anything and arched her body into his hand molding her breast. "Dean…"

Her leg tightened around his a little more while they continued kissing, her lips no doubt swollen from the long make-out session they were currently wrapped in. The fact he didn't try ripping her bra off already told her maybe Dean didn't want to have sex with her tonight. Who would after the brutal match he'd been through and been beaten with kendo sticks? His mouth sealing to her neck, the spot just below her ear, made her eyes roll in the back of her head as her eyes closed, relishing this moment for as long as she could.

"G-Get the camera, I want a picture of you too…"

Aching ribs or no aching ribs, he was not going to deny that request. She could take a million pictures of him if she wanted, so long as he got at least one of her. Dean retrieved her camera, studying it. It was definitely not a typical point, zoom, and click item. This was some expensive equipment, but he had learned yesterday how to operate the basics. He stared down at her, smiling in a very non-PG manner as he took in how she looked. Her hair was tousled, hanging about her in waves that hid much of her delicious body. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips…Macaria looked ravaged and her jade green eyes were stormy with passion.

"Lay down." He ordered, his already low voice coming out husky, with just a hint of grit.

When she did, he nearly came right then on the spot, wanting nothing more than to put down the camera and enact the fantasies that were building in his mind. Not normally comfortable being photographed, Macaria followed his order and stayed put, her eyes never leaving him. Even though it looked like she was staring into the camera itself, it was him she admired. When Dean had a few shots, Macaria sat up and took the equipment from him, softly kissing his mouth.

"Your turn…" She mumbled against his mouth and dropped the camera, too addicted to his lips to worry about snapping a picture of him aroused. Somehow they wound up with her straddled on top of him, being mindful of his aching ribs. Then she grabbed the camera from behind and began snapping a few pics of him, tousling his hair with her fingers since she loved it haphazard. "Promise me these pictures and what happens between us stays between just us. Even though I have the blackmail on Aya, she'll find a way to fire me if she catches us together. One of her rules was not to fuck the client that, unfortunately, means you."

"Darlin', you're the one with the camera. Those pictures even being developed are all in your hands." He assured, after a moment, his way of letting her know she had the power to destroy any concrete evidence of this night. "I'd prefer you didn't, I want those pictures." Dean wasn't one for porn, generally, but he had a feeling those images of her would be spank bank material, once this thing between them run its course. "Your bitch of a boss won't find out." He promised, really wishing it was her pants she had discarded instead of her top all of a sudden.

His face lit up with an evil grin at the thought of his boss. If only she had been a bit more clear in her instructions. Not that he would have obeyed them anyway.

"Of course, I'm not going to destroy these pictures." Macaria smiled, leaning down to brush her mouth softly against his.

How long would this last between them? Dean didn't seem like the relationship type of guy and Macaria wasn't sure if she was either. Whatever this was, they were having fun and nothing more. Her vow not mixing business with pleasure flew out the window when it came to Dean.

"I have to be honest, I've never done something like this before. Making out with a guy without fucking him. It's nice and different. And before you say anything, yes I do want to fuck you. I'm just enjoying the slowness of getting there and you've been very patient." Her fingers slid down his muscular smooth chest, not going near the area of his aching ribs. "Still in the mood to move to the next level?"

It was weird, but refreshing, for the woman to be the one to bring up taking things to the next level. It was also a serious turn-on. If Dean thought he couldn't become any harder, he had just been proven wrong. He felt like he could, and would, burst any second and sent a quick prayer, to whatever gods lurked, that he didn't pop one like some teenage virgin. He'd never live that down. Ever.

"Yes." Dean hissed, all thoughts of his ribs out the window as other things took over, deadening the pain.

Sitting upright, he forced her to sit in his lap, her legs draped over his hips and caught her lips with his again, his hands moving to her back. First thing to go was her bra. Was this really happening or was it a dream? Macaria couldn't decide and didn't care, not wanting to be woken up if it was a dream. Dean devoured her breasts with his mouth, suckling hungrily on her nipples while caressing the rest of her body with his hands. God those hands were huge and warm, the roughness from callouses only turning her on further. Before long, the rest of their clothes had been removed and Dean pushed inside of her, past her drenched folds, into her tight channel.

"Fuck…" Macaria hissed out, not expecting him to be so massive and clutched his shoulders since they hadn't moved from the sitting position. It hurt at first simply because she'd NEVER had a man of his girth inside of her and it'd been a while since she had sex. But once the burning sensation disappeared along with the pain, Macaria experimentally rolled her hips against him and they both groaned at the friction. "O-Oh…Dean…"

Either she was still a virgin, which he was doubting, -that just wasn't normal these days- or the woman had never been with anyone other than pencil dicks because she was tight. Dean knew the female body was resilient and could bounce back, he knew that quite well, but this was beyond resiliency. It was like she had been custom fit for him and then taken in a few sizes. He probably should have given a little time to adjust, but she had just felt too good, her velvety folds welcoming him in and damn near refusing to let him leave. When she began moving with him, he knew her pain had passed and Dean took that as he was free to truly let go and ravage her.

She would not be walking out of this room anytime soon, that was a fact.