Chapter 7
My mouth just fell open then it felt like I had a dessert in my mouth. Dean seemed way calmer then I was. He just gave a little smirk and started towards the bed.
"Can I help you? Or are you here to stare?" He asked in a smart-assed tone.
"Well…uhmm…no," I stumbled over my words, "I was...uhmm…just stopping by to see if you needed anything before I got to sleep for the night." I started to wonder if he was feeling the same and if so, how was he being so damn cool!
A shiver went down my spine and it felt like warm air was running down my arms. I asked him if he wanted a glass of whiskey and he agreed. He told me to sit on the bed and he would grab the drink. So I flashed over to bed and before I sat down, I glanced over at Dean. The way his muscles on his back flexed when he was reaching the bottle. There was one drop of water that slowly made its way down his back. As I watched it, a warm tingly feeling ran through my whole body. I quickly looked away when he turned around, and tried to shake away the feeling.
He pulled up a chair across for me and proceed to fill the glasses then pass one to me. As soon as I grabbed it I drank whole amount that was in there. I licked my lips and looked up at Dean, he was smiling and took a sip of his whiskey.
"Hard day, huh?" he asked in a low sexy tone. Then he picked up the bottle and poured me another glass.
"You have no idea," I gave a little smile and took a sip of my drink. "If you don't mind me asking, why haven't you gotten dressed yet?"
"Well I do like to sleep naked, but I sleep in underwear most of the time." Dean smiled behind his glass.
"I'm guessing you don't get to do that often?" I giggled.
"Nah. Only sometimes, especially when I have a lady of the evening. But Since I have my own room for now, I can go commando" He laughed. It sounded like magic, "So, that's why I'm not dressed yet."
I gave a sexy giggle and took a sip if my drink. When I looked up from my glass, our eyes met. For what seemed like a long while, we didn't move. Didn't talk, and for a second, I stopped breathing. Dean set his drink on the nightstand then grabbed the chair and brought it closer. By the time he was all settled, he was so lose that I could smell the body wash he used. I could smell the whiskey. I could smell his blood, it smelled like the finest chocolate, with a hint of the whiskey we were drinking. I could hear his heartbeat, it was like a drum beating faster and faster. Apart of me wanted to lean in and kiss his beautiful lips, but the other part wanted to run to door and never look back. That's when Dean cleared his throat and distracted me from my thoughts, "I don't know why I'm gunna do this. But damn baby, you put some sort of pull on me."
Before I could react, Dean leaned in to give me a soft gentle kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like the whiskey. Then his hand slowly ran down my side and gently went around my hips. With his other hand he cupped my cheek. His hands were so warm against my cool skin. That's when his tongue grazed against my lower lips asking for entrance into my mouth. So I opened my mouth a little bit more to let tongue dance with mine. He tasted so sweet. Never have in all my years have I met someone, let alone a human, that could make me feel like this.
As I was lost in the feeling of bliss, he used the hand that was around my hips to pull me on to his lap. Then he slowly broke the kiss to where his looking at me with my beautiful emerald eyes. They were taking in the scene that was happening in front of him. Then they stopped at the silk robe tie that was in a loose knot around my waist. Then very so slowly he started to undo the knot. Then before he could fully open the robe. I stopped him and looked into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I barely got out.
He shook his head yes. Then I gave him a little smirk and went to lean back in to kiss him. He slowly made me get up from his lap. So I got up and stood in front of him and let the robe slip from my body reveling my naked body. Dean sucked in his breath, then exhale slowly. Then he got up from his chair and slowly slid his hands from my shoulders, along my sides, then stopped at my butt. Then he started to kiss the nape of my neck; his lips felt like the finest silk against my neck. I let out a small moan, he firmed his grip my butt. He was sparking my body awake.
Dean kissed my ear and told me to turn around and bend over. I did as I was told and put my hands on the bed. Then I heard his towel hit floor then his hands were messaging my butt and my thighs. Then he kissed my lower back before dropping to his knees. He began to kiss my butt making a trail down to my thighs. He started towards my inner thigh kissing and giving little nips. I let out a loud moan and felt him smile against my thigh. He continued on with this torture making me wetter and wetter each time. As I was going to protest, he grabbed my legs and spread them more apart.
I could feel Dean's breath on the back of my thighs. He was leaning closer and closer with each breath. Spreading my thigh and butt cheeks to get where he needed too. The feel of his tongue was like lighting a match to a flame. The feeling was to good that it made my fangs pop out and my blood start to feel like it was on fire. I need him. I need him now. The sound of his moans sounded like music.
"Baby, you taste so damn good" he moaned.
After a couple or so minutes, I used my vampyer speed to get up and face him. Or at least my lower half. He slowly kissed his way up my body and started to kiss me with passion, want, and lust.
We fell on the bed. Kissing and touching each other. He felt so thick and large in my hands. He got on top of me and pushed my legs open with his. Just before he was going to enter, he looked deeply into my eyes and gently touched my fangs then my face.
"You ready baby?" He growled.
"Yes." I moaned with a smile on my face.
"Nicole." He moaned.
"Dean."
"Nicole." He got louder.
"Yes?" I started to question
"NICOLE! NICOLE!" He started to yell.
"What!" I yelled back. What the hell was happening?
"NICOLE!"
That's when I was woken up by a worried Eric. I shook my head and looked at my surroundings. I was in my library, on my couch. With the sun shining through my windows. Was it just a dream? What the hell just happened? Then I looked up at Eric who was staring at me.
"What!?" I yelled at him.
"I felt you. It felt like something was wrong. When I got here your fangs were out and you were mumbling something even I couldn't make out." Eric explained in a low voice.
"Oh," I choked out, "I'm fine. It was just….uhmm…just a strange dream, or something." It was the half-truth. I think.
"Okay, Bianca is in your room. She would like to speak with you." He said.
"Cool…I guess I'll see you later." I smiled at him the best I could.
"Yes, min kärlek." He kissed the top of my head and left with to think over my dream.
