The kiss took Renee by surprise. But that didn't mean she minded that Dean took the initiative. In fact, she liked it. And Dean seemed to be enjoying it as well. Suddenly, the gentle kiss was getting more intense. "Do you wanna go inside?" Renee mumbled after a while, as it was difficult to talk when Dean was pressing his lips against hers and wouldn't even let her get some air into her lungs.
"Mhm," Dean responded sufficiently enough. He didn't focus on the surroundings, and an idea of somebody walking by and seeing them didn't cross his mind at all. But privacy was welcomed. And it was certainly more comfortable inside, too. Dean used the strength of his body to tenderly push Renee's and easily moved both of them inside the room. While keeping his left hand on the side of her neck, he used his right hand to shut the door but didn't pay much attention to it; Renee was all he was focusing on. And he was slowly drowning in the kiss. That sensation surprised him. His actions surprised him, too. He did not think about anything, he really just went for it. And it felt good, even right. It wasn't forced or tedious. He was far from getting bored; he could imagine that kiss go on forever. In fact, he found it difficult to stop. But the end of that passionate first kiss would come sooner that he wished.
"Wait," Renee finally succeeded in stopping him and tried to think about what was going on. "Is it over with Cassie?" she asked a question that troubled her the most. She had a lot of questions in her mind, and she certainly needed some answers before submitting to Dean.
"Mhm," Dean said again while trying to reconnect with her lips. He, unlike Renee, didn't think that an explanation was necessary. The background information was secondary. He knew what he wanted and he decided to try and see where his spontaneous actions get him. That was what interested him. But he realized that Renee would not let him take control over her that easily. She didn't want him to kiss her lips, but, fortunately for him, there were other places on her body where he could move his hungry lips. As she was waiting for an answer longer and more complex than "mhm," he occupied his lips with kissing Renee's neck. At first, she pretended to be trying to pull him away, but he quickly noticed how much she liked it and that although she didn't want him to continue to avoid giving her an answer, she couldn't help herself but let him do whatever he liked. And both of them knew she would like it, too.
"Dean . . ." Renee pleaded, smilingly.
He finally surrendered and stopped taking advantage of his charm. His right hand ran through Renee's hair, while his nose soaked as much of her scent as it could. He has never noticed before how amazing she smelled. What was that fragrance? Or was there any at all? He has never thought about it before but could she just smell naturally good to him? He lost his focus. As soon as the reality took shape again, he stepped back and lovingly looked at her. "What is it, my dear, that you want to know?" he asked with a voice that was getting her on her knees. Then he took her hand and placed it between his palms.
She couldn't stop smiling; she was too happy. Every attempt to look serious failed. Not that she tried really hard; but she knew that even if she did, she wouldn't manage to erase the smile that emerged with the sight of Dean. "Can you tell me what's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know," he admitted, looking a little confused, but that emotion quickly disappeared from his face. "But I like it," he whispered into her ear, what made Renee blush immediately. She was almost sure that was his intention. She believed that he wanted to make her look weak, and for that matter, make her weak. A simple syllable pronounced with his deep, sexy voice had that effect on her. Actually, he didn't even need to speak at all. Just his presence was hard enough to deal with. She was easily losing her confidence and the assurance of what was right. When he was beside her, everything depended on him. He was the center of everything. Renee was almost sure that she didn't feel this way a couple of weeks ago. Her feelings for him must have increased significantly lately. Earlier, she would be able to make her own decisions; now she was totally lost and ready to surrender to him.
"Uhm," Dean interrupted her thinking. "Any other questions?" Dean's voice sounded calm. He was handling the situation much better than Renee who was totally under his spell, losing control over herself. No, that control was long gone. The effect that everything that Dean said or did had on her was overwhelming. How did that happen? When did a little crush on him changed into a massive desire to be his? It was not so long ago that she despised the women that went to bed with him; now she was willing to, no, she wished to, become one of them.
She did her best to pull herself together and say, "Yes. Where do you see this going?" In an instance, she realized that wasn't the kind of question she was supposed to ask, but it was out there and she had to hope he would understand that she didn't mean to put any kind of pressure on him.
Dean laughed, and at first wanted to hide the guilt in his eyes by looking away but he changed his mind. He, therefore, continued with his seduction, whether it was intentional or not. "I have a rough idea," he uttered. "But you don't wanna know," he added a not-so-well-hidden message.
"That's not what I meant," Renee pretended not to understand, or not to care about the real meaning of that sentence. Fortunately, Dean chose to ignore the hint he had given her and go back to her question.
"I don't know," he decided to be honest with her. "Let's say tonight I'm on an exploration spree."
"So," Renee had another question in mind, but she was interrupted by Dean.
"Shh." He placed a finger on her lips. He had no answers he could give her. And honestly, even if he had something to say, he didn't want to talk anyway. Of course, a serious conversation would come at some point, he was well aware of that; he just didn't think this was the right time. As he said, he wanted to explore. He wanted to find out what he really felt. And he didn't want to use his brain as a means of finding out.
"Let me set the ground rules," Dean spoke quietly and slowly enough for her to understand. "There will be no more questions; there will be no talking at all, as a matter of fact. We're not gonna think about this and try to figure out whether it's good or bad."
Renee opened her mouth to say something, but Dean quickly noticed her attempt and prevented her from protesting.
"Don't interrupt me, darling," he told her playfully. "One last thing," he returned to his "rules," "don't even think about feeling guilty. Remember, we're both adults and we're both single; we can do whatever we want." With that, he finished his little speech and went back to kissing. He knew that she was confused and his "explanation" didn't suffice for her, but even she realized that it was all she could get from him. He made himself clear, and she didn't want to question his authority. Both of them knew that he was the one in charge.