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But this isn't normal. I clench deep inside, and he starts moving against me, really thrusting in earnest this time, as the sparks go off behind my closed eyelids and I shout wordlessly, supported only by his arm around my waist, holding me up.
    I come for so long I forget my own name.  
    His hips stutter against me and I start to regain my awareness of reality. I know what those sharp breaths in my ear mean.
    "Dean," I whisper, intending to tell him to wait just a second, because he just gave me the best orgasm of my life and he deserves better than dry-humping. I want him inside me.
    But he just groans incoherently, and I know I'm too late. Even through the leather I can feel him pulsing and swelling as he spills his come, and yeah, it's a little bit intoxicating that I turned him on as much as he turned me on. So much he couldn't wait, couldn't even undress enough to jerk off onto me. All he could do was rut against me like we're wild animals, desperation taking over and ruining all semblance of good sense.
    It's more than a little intoxicating.
    "I was going to tell you to fuck me," I gasp, still out of breath somehow.
    "Sorry," he mutters. "I'll get back to you about that in about twenty minutes." He seems to contemplate this for a moment. "...ten?"
    Giggling softly, I try to take a step forward on shaky legs.  
    "Don't." His lips are pressed against the back of my neck. "Where are you going?"
    "To bed," I purr. "Unless you were just bluffing."
    He lifts his fingers to my lips and I part for him, licking them eagerly, tasting myself. "You want me that bad, huh?" he murmurs. "Can't get enough."
    I nod, mouth still full of his fingers.  
    "Can't hear you," he growls, pulling them away abruptly.
    "Yes, Sir," I tell him, breathlessly, accidentally slipping into the same exact phrasing I'm supposed to use with M. Not that it's uncommon. But still, it feels strange.  
    When we stumble through the doorway and fall into my bed, I can't stop giggling. I don't know why. There's nothing particularly funny about this, and it's especially not going to be funny in the morning when I really have a chance to reflect on what I've done.
    "What?" Dean is grinning as he grabs my wrists, pinning me down on the mattress.  
    "That was the best sex we've ever had, and we didn't even have sex." I lick my lips, trying to remember how he tastes.  
    "Not yet," he murmurs, leaning in and planting a series of feather-light kisses on my face and neck. "Just wait until you find out what else I've learned how to do."

CHAPTER NINE
The Storm

    Lissy

    My family, of course, wants to go "clothes shopping in the city." After living here for as long as I have, I'm no longer enamored of the many boutiques and stores that send tourists into a frenzy. And not just because it's so hard to find anything that fits me there.
    Thankfully, my family's respective budgets keep us from spending too long in the places where the clerks seem like they're staring through your soul if you're over a size two. We're at a place that's more my speed now, and I might actually pick up a few things. I could probably use some pajamas that don't have holes in them.
    It's February, which naturally means that the swimsuits are out. I find myself looking for a little too long at the bikinis.
    I mean, maybe M's right. Maybe it really can be as simple as making a decision, squeezing myself into a swimsuit, and daring the world to judge me.
    Dean and I haven't discussed what happened last night. He was already awake when I got up, so I'm not even sure if he spent the night in my bed.  
    Whatever. It's not worth thinking about. It's not like it... meant something, or anything like that.
    My hand drifts across a rack and stops on something strappy with a pretty nice green pattern.
    "Really?" Dean grins at me. "I thought for sure that was just the champagne talking when you started asking me about bikinis again."
    "Yeah, well." I pick up the bottoms and stretch them out to full size,