(Annabel POV)
Dean and I had been in the bathroom together, bathing ourselves. It was a very hot romantic session.
As soon as we got inside the bedroom and I got the door closed, I turned and slipped into his open arms. I lifted my face, and when he pressed his lips onto mine I instantly opened my mouth to accept his thrusting tongue. He put his hands on my breasts and moved them in slow circles; he obviously wasn't waiting for any more signals from me. His palms rubbing across my n*****s sent shockwaves through my body that reverberated between my legs, and I knew I was soaking wet with desire. Then he pulled back from our passionate embrace.
"Do you remember what we talked about on our date?" he asked.
In that hedonistic moment, all I wanted him to do was tear off my clothes, push me
