Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Liz

"Maybe it was the boxers or the way his muscles felt when I slid my hands across his chest. Who knows? What I do know is my panties are soaking wet and it's entirely his fault.

I kiss him passionately and hearing him moan my name as he lowers me into his bed sends me into a whirlwind of emotions. We're supposed to be painting his garage not making love in his bedroom.

Dean is so gentle with me and while I've only been with two other men, neither compare to him. This moment isn't just about him and his needs.

Dean pours the white paint into the plastic tray then passes it to me. "Use the smaller brush for the edges," he says, leaving the lid on the can slightly ajar.

Within an hour, we have the first coat completed. "We make a pretty good team, eh?" I step back to admire out work.

"I think so." He winks and I feel the heat return to my cheeks.

Dean lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I think you missed a spot."

"Huh?" he looks at me, confused.

I lift his shirt the rest of the way off and use the bottom to dab at a spot of paint on the side of his cheek. "Oh, there's one here. And another one there." I work my way down to his waist, noting another spot just above his waist.

"I think you're seeing things," he says.

"Am I?"

Dean unfastens the front of his shorts and they pool on the floor around his ankles. "Want to take this inside?" he whispers into my ear.