“You weren’t that drunk.”

“I clearly was, if I kissed you at all.”

“I think you need to quit lying to yourself.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t stop me.”

“I definitely would,” I say, my heart racing. “Don’t try it.”

“’Trying’ isn’t really my style,” he says, moving closer. “Surely you remember that.”

“I don’t remember anything about you.”

“You sure about that?” The way he’s looking at me, has my stomach in knots and I can feel a slight warmth in my cheeks.

“Yes.”  I say with a little less bite. “I’m sure. And you know what else?”

I don’t get to finish what I was going to say because before the next word is out my mouth, his lips are on mine. He draws my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it hard, and causing a small moan to escape my lips.

Within seconds, his hands are slipping around me and he’s pulling me closer, until my body is flush up against his.

Straddling his lap, I kiss him back even harder, wrapping my arms around his neck. I want to stop, need to stop, but I can’t.

My body wants this terribly, and as his hands slip under my shirt and unclasp my bra, I can feel his cock hardening beneath me. I press my hand against his chest and let him continue to control our kiss, but as I feel wetness through my leggings, I quickly pull back.

Panting, I look at him and he looks just as confused as I am. I slowly slide out of his lap and turn off the TV, and then I stand up and go to my room.

I need to stay in here for the rest of the weekend...

***

After several more cable movies and a few bad sitcoms, I put my TV on mute and turn off my lamp. As soon as I shut my eyes, I hear the sound of loud music starting outside my door.

I glance at the clock on my night stand to check the time: Three in the morning.

Rolling over, I hold a pillow over my head and wait for the music to stop, but when I roll over again, its three forty-five and it’s only getting louder. You have to be kidding me right now...He knows we’re the only two people here...

I climb out of bed and pull a sweat-shirt over my head. I walk down the hallway, past the empty living room, and into the kitchen. Coming face to face with the source of the loudness, I can only hesitate and ask myself if this is really happening.

As if it’s not almost four o’clock in the goddamn morning, Dean’s IPod dock is blaring at maximum volume, and he seems to be completely oblivious.

He’s standing with his back to me, leaning over the stove. Shirtless in sweat pants and bare feet, with a spoon hanging from his lips, he’s making pancakes. Effin pancakes.

I stand in the doorway, waiting to see if he’s going to notice me, but he doesn’t. He starts chopping fruit.

"What the hell are you doing, Dean?" I say, immediately walking over to turn the speakers down.

"Cooking breakfast." He says leaning over and turning one of the burners off. "Clearly."

"Do you have to do this at four o’clock in the morning?"

"Is there a schedule for when I'm allowed to eat what I want?" He sets down his spoon.

"No..." I say, stepping closer. "But there's a schedule for when you're not allowed to get on my nerves. Midnight to six a.m., would be nice.”

“I take it our truce is over, just that fast?”

“Yes. It is long over.”

“Is the music the real problem, or are you here for another reason?” He asks, glaring down at me.

“It’s the music.”

“Then I highly suggest that you go back to your room and find some ear plugs. I was living here first. I do this all the time.” He turns the speakers back up, even louder this time.

“You haven’t done it once since I moved in.” I’m nearly yelling now, closing the gap between us, refusing to stand down to him.

“Only because I’ve been busy.”

“Sleeping with your rotating roster of women?” I yank the cord to his IPod dock completely out of the wall. “I’m sure that’s been such hard work for you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He pushes my back against the cabinets. “And why the hell did you just do that?”

“Get your hands off of me, Dean.” I glare at him as he grips my hips. “Get your hands off. Of. Me.”

“Say it like you actually mean it and I will.”

I hesitate and his lips immediately latch onto mine and he’s crushing me with the weight of his kiss. It feels like he’s going to devour me, his kiss is so rough and aggressive. But I give it back just as hard as he’s giving it. I bite down on his lip and he pulls my hair at the base of my neck, pulling so hard it almost stings.

Only allowing me a second to catch my breath, his hands pull my shirt and cami over my head – completely exposing my breasts.

His lips trail hot kisses all over my neck as his hands start to tease my nipples. When they’re hard and erect, he sucks them into his mouth and gently bites them, one at a time.

My knees begin to feel weak as he holds me steady against the cabinets, and I have to grab onto his shoulders for support.

I pull at the string of his sweat pants and slip my hand into his briefs, letting my hand feel the length of him.

“Shit, Mia” He lets out a deep moan, but he moves my hand away.

He drops down to his knees and kisses a trail down my stomach. He pulls my shorts and panties off with one tug. His pants follow next.

Pulling me down to the floor on top of him, he positions my ass on his lap. He teases my opening with the head of his thick cock and I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs.

I position myself right over his cock and slowly lower myself down until he completely fills me.

He only allows me a second to get comfortable with his size before his hands cup my ass and start to move me in a back and forward motion.

Once we have a steady rhythm, I move his hands away and grind my ass against him hard, forcing him deeper, earning myself another series of moans.

I ride him with no hands, rubbing my swollen breast and playing with my hard nipples. I can feel the orgasm starting to build inside of me as I begin to lose all control. I meet Dean’s eyes as he watches me reach my climax. He finds his release right after me.

I lay against the cold tile, struggling to catch my breath. I wait until my heart starts beating at a normal pace to peel my eyes open. Dean’s eyes meet mine and a small smile forms on his lips. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before untangling our bodies and getting to his feet.

Offering me his hand, he pulls me to my feet. He gathers my clothes from the floor and to my surprise, he helps me dress. Without a word, he takes the IPod dock and puts it away in the living room. I stand there, watching him, unsure what to do next or what to say.

When he returns to me, he clasps my hand and leads me down the hallway to my bedroom.

I’m wondering if he plans to stay and join me in bed, but he doesn’t. He’s standing close, almost close enough to kiss, but we don’t. Instead, he says, “Goodnight,” before leaving and shutting my door behind him.

Chapter 21

MIA

I hate how much I enjoyed what happened between me and Dean last night. I hate how my body wanted more and how my lips wanted to feel another kiss from him.

All day, I’ve been doing my best not to think about him, but I can’t help it. Through all my tours and set-ups, the image of him kissing me has been implanted on my mind.

“Mia?” my supervisor suddenly asks, making me look up.

“Yes?”

“You’re wasting paint all over the floor.”

I look down and realize the paint bottle in my hand is empty and the color that should have gone on the announcement board is now all over the gallery’s floor.