Dean looked at her name and number in the contact list on his phone. He should have deleted it ages ago. He knew she would have deleted him. They didn't exactly end up on a friendly note when he chose to break her heart and move to Vegas without even asking her to come along. Truth was that he never wanted her to come along. He never wanted a relationship with her. She was far too good for him and deserved way better. All the wrestling, parties and women in the world still hadn't been able to remove her from his mind and now that he was back in her town due to a show, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He looked up from his phone and back to the house in front of him. She was home. He could see the light was on behind the closed curtains. He had already checked the mailbox. Only her name was on it so he assumed she was still living on her own.
He wondered if she still looked the same, if her hair was still medium blond and curly and reached the middle of her back, if her grey eyes could still suck him in and make him forget everything around him, if her kisses still felt like heaven on earth, if she still smelled sweet like honey and vanilla. He had to know. He pressed the button and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Her voice sounded just as dark and tempting like it used to.
"Nadine?" He asked.
"Who's this?" She asked.
"It's Dean," he answered.
A small pause but he could hear her breathing.
"What do you want?" She finally asked.
"I want to see you," he answered.
"Why?" She asked.
"I don't know. I just feel like I need to see you. I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I wanna see you're doing good," he was rambling while he walked up to her front door and stopped in front of it.
"I'm doing just fine," she said.
"Then open your door and tell me to my face," he said, hung up and knocked on the door.
He waited around 20 seconds. He knew she was in there thinking about whether or not do open and he could wait. He knew she would open. The lock clicked and he had his breath taken away as she suddenly stood there in front of him. She hadn't changed a bit. Still so beautiful and those eyes immetiately stole his heart again.
"Nadine..." He whispered.
"What do you want?" She asked as she fought to keep the tears within.
What did he want? Her! He wanted her.
He quickly moved forward, wrapped an arm around her and lifted her up while the other hand slammed the door shut behind him. She wrapped her legs around him and got lost in the kiss as he pressed his lips to hers without even thinking twice.
He carried her to the bedroom. He still remembered the way through the house even though it had been so long since he had been there. She didn't object. She just kept kissing him while her tears spilled down on his face. He hated himself for bringing her pain. She didn't deserve it. He wasn't worthy of her sadness. She was too good for him.
He kicked his shoes off before laying her down in bed with himself on top of her.
"Dean..." She whispered.
"I'm here," he whispered back as he kissed her wet cheeks. "Don't cry, Nadine. I'm here."
He undressed her slowly. She was only in a night dress and a pair of panties so it still went fast even though he took his time. He kissed every inch of her body, wanting to taste and smell every part of her again. She was still everything he dreamed of, everything he missed, everything that haunted his mind on the lonely nights.
He settled between her legs and gently started running his tongue up her folds, around her clit, licking and sucking her gently like he remembered she used to like it. He would take his time with her, bring her so much pleasure as an excuse for all the pain he had caused. She deserved it. She deserved to be treated like a queen. So he worked her up like he'd never worked up any woman before, using his tongue, lips and fingers, leaving her breathless and panting in no time.
Hearing her cum and feeling her squirm in pleasure because of him felt better than anything he'd ever experienced. It felt like coming home. He kept going, wanting to feel it, hear it and see it again and he didn't stop until he had made her cum three times and she finally begged him not to keep going. He would have if she hadn't begged like that. He would have kept going all night if she would have allowed him to.
Instead he got out of bed and undressed while she just laid there, beautiful and shining, her grey eyes drilling a hole through his heart and soul. He was quickly by her side again, kissing her passionately before rolling her over on her side. He wanted to take this slow and feel her all night.
He laid down behind her and lifted up her leg a bit so he could enter her. The moans she made as he pushed in was already driving him crazy and he was just getting started. He put her leg back down once he was all the way in, laid his hand on her hip and started thrusting into her slow. He wouldn't fuck her senseless like he usually did with everyone else. She was never one for that. She didn't deserve a quick fuck. She deserved passionate lovemaking all through the night.
He moved his hand around to touch her, gently playing with her nipples, running his hand down her stomach to finally end between her legs to increase the pleasure for her. His tongue and lips brushed over her neck, shoulders and upper back as he continued thrusting into her. He felt her walls squeeze him and heard her moan again and he just kept going, enjoying everything she would give him on this night. It didn't matter that she would make him cum soon. He would be ready again within minutes and he would keep going all through the night until she wouldn't allow him to touch her anymore.
After four incredible rounds she finally stopped him and said her body couldn't take it anymore. He respected that even though he wanted nothing more than to just keep feeling her, keep kissing her, keep pleasuring her, keep being inside her. Instead he pulled her up on his chest where she fell asleep quickly. He stayed awake, stroking her hair and her back, just watching her sleep, taking in her scent, saving and treasuring every little moment of her in his arms again. He still loved her. A part of him always would.
He hated waking her up. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep but he refused to leave her without saying goodbye. She didn't deserve that. He gently shook her awake. She looked up at him, those grey eyes stealing his heart all over again and he leaned down to kiss her.
"I got to go," he said with sadness in his voice.
He was afraid she would cry and ask him not to but she didn't.
"I know," she said and sat up.
He got out of bed and got dressed while she just sat there, naked and beautiful, and he wished he could stay. Fully dressed he sat down next to her and took her hand. He ran his thumb over it, caressing it one final time, trying to hold his own tears back this time.
"I never meant to hurt you," he said.
"I know but you did," she said.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered and leaned his head down on her shoulder.
She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I forgive you," she whispered back.
He leaned back out and she smiled at him. That smile he had missed so much.
"If I ask you to come back to Vegas with me, will you?" He asked.
"No. My life is here and your life is on the road," she answered.
He nodded and looked down. He knew she was right. They shared a past together, not a future. She placed her hand on his cheek and he looked back up at her.
"Thank you for this night. I think we both needed it," she said.
He couldn't say anything. He just leaned in and kissed her hard like he never wanted to let her go and then he pulled away from her and left her sitting naked on the bed while he quickly walked out of her house before she would see the tears running down his cheeks.