Every time they made love, it felt like a new experience. It was more than push and pull, thrust and plunge, in and out. Sydney felt reborn and alive, as if Dean held the missing key to her heart all along.
He carried her upstairs to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. When she began to sit up, he gently nudged her back down and pinned her underneath him. He interlocked fingers with her and held them above her head. His long blonde locks cradled her face as he stared into her eyes, making Sydney feel uneasy.
“What?” She smiled.
Dean shook his head. “Nothing. I just can’t get over how incredibly lucky I am to have you, that’s all.”
Sydney felt her heart bursting through her chest and it was by the Grace of God she was able to contain it. “I’m the lucky one.”
Sexual heat crackled between them as he lowered his mouth to hers. Their tongues danced as they tangled, emitting a growl from him and a soft moan from her. He pulled himself away from her long enough to strip naked.
Dean had the body of a Greek god. Chiseled, hardened, and just flat-out beautiful. Strong, muscular legs led up to a washboard stomach and broad chest. His hardened shaft jutted out and Sydney felt her mouth water. She was about to follow his lead and strip before Dean held up a hand. “I want to do it,” he replied.
Fire raced throughout Sydney’s body before it pooled at the heat of her thighs. She remained perfectly still on the bed as she watched him slowly crawl onto the bed, stalking her like an animal about to feast on its prey. He stopped at her jeans and unbuttoned them. He slowly pulled down the zipper as his eyes remained focused on her. He lifted her legs up so her feet were on his shoulders and he reached down to get her jeans over her hips. He caressed and kissed her legs before he softly sucked her toes.
Dean’s name came out in a harsh breath from Sydney’s mouth. Heat surged through her body and she clenched the comforter as she arched off the bed. No man had ever created such a wild desire within her. She wasn’t herself; she was some unknown being that was foreign to her. She felt him put her legs down and nudged her thighs open so he could nestle between them.
“Tell me you want it,” He commanded.
Sydney forced her eyes open and locked them with his. It was just them in the universe. No hockey deals. No meddling exes. Nothing but them in that moment.
“I want it,” she pleaded, “I want you.”
He stripped off her top and bra before he lowered his mouth to one breast. His tongue played with the hardened nub as a free hand caressed the other breast. He trailed his tongue down her chest to her navel and finally ended at the beginning of her pink lace panties. He lowered his head and briefly sniffed her essence and sighed. He loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted, and the way she felt around him.
Faceoff is the final book in the Breakaway trilogy. It is due out on August 1st.