Page 21 of Viper

“Is that what I think it is?” I squealed, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

He grinned at me. “That depends…are you ready to officially be my old lady?”

“Yes! So much, yes!”

His smile widened at my reply as he closed the distance between us to slip the vest onto my back. What I’d had in mind for his goodbye kiss felt like an even better idea now that I was wearing his property patch. “Now for your kiss.”

Dean leaned forward, but I jerked back just in time to dodge his lips. He blinked, frowning. “What was that for?”

“I never said I wanted to kiss your mouth,” I whispered, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal those delicious, tanned abs.

Counting my breaths in through my mouth, I slowly bent down, placing my lips right above his pant line and making sure to press hard.

Standing back, I admired my handiwork. “There. Now you have a mark to remember me by, too.”

“Fuck, baby,” he growled before crashing his lips to mine.

His hands slid down the length of my body, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist as he lifted me, then walked me toward the wall, pushing my back against the hard surface.

Even through his jeans, I could feel his dick hardening against my heated pussy, and I wiggled, trying to create friction against him.

He laughed against my mouth. “Greedy girl.”

“Only for you,” I whispered.

“That’s right, you’re all mine. And now I get to mark you,” he finished with a growl, pulling me off the wall to toss me over his shoulder and carry me into the bedroom.

I giggled when he flopped me onto the mattress. “I’m wearing your property patch.”

His dark eyes gleamed with determination as he hovered over me. “Gonna need more of a mark than that if I’m going to leave you for an entire damn week.”

He kissed me again, running his tongue along my bottom lip. “What color is this? The one you used to make your mark on me.”

“Berry.” With his heated gaze locked on mine, I had a hard time forcing the word out.

Slowly, he eased down my body until he was between my spread thighs. “Let’s see if the rest of you is as sweet as those lips.”

His eyes stayed locked on mine as he removed my leggings and panties, tossing them to the side.

With anyone else, I would have felt exposed, but with Dean, desire pooled low in my body. I found myself panting, ready and needy to feel him.

His large palms pressed down on my thighs, so I laid flat on the bed, spread out and open for him. Then he licked his lips before dipping his head low, running just his thumb over my quivering sex.

I shivered under his touch.

He let out a deep breath. “Fuck, baby, you’re already so wet and ready for me.”

“Always for you,” I whispered.

His dark stare locked on mine again. “I’m gonna make sure you still feel me while I’m gone.”

He slid one finger inside me, then another, stretching my walls so I had to adjust before letting out a satiated sigh.

“That’s it, baby. Take my fingers. Get ready for me to mark you deep inside with my big cock,” he said as he swirled his fingers along my quivering walls.

My body sank into the mattress as I gripped the sheets, ready for the orgasm that built low in my stomach.