Still the One (3 page)

all they‟d been through, Gino was right. Flowers weren‟t enough. Dean was going to

have to step his game up a bit if he wanted to impress his wife and put an end to

their drought; he just had to figure out how.

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Chapter Two

“Stay like that and don‟t move.”

Creigh instantly froze, remaining where she was, bent over the open door of

the dishwasher. “I should have known you‟d come home just when I got started on

this.”

“What can I say, I have excellent timing, and you,
cara
, are looking all kinds of

good right now.”

All kinds of good
. His words warmed her from the outside in. It was far from

what she was feeling, but who was she to argue with Dean, especially since his

version of the sight she was making was far nicer than the one she was imagining.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the base of her head, and she was wearing

a pair of black sweatpants with a white tank top that had seen better days. Creigh

wasn‟t necessarily bringing the sexy. No doubt about it. But if he didn‟t mind,

neither would she.

Without rising, Creigh turned her head and looked up at Dean, who was

lounging in the kitchen doorway. His gaze was running rampant over her curved

frame, and he was watching her with a seductive little smile on his lips. As usual he

looked damn good. Her lower body throbbed at just the sight of him.

“See something you like, cara?”

“Always.” She smiled. “But mainly I was wondering if you have a dishwashing

fetish I‟ve never heard of?”

The corner of his lips tilted upward. “I have a Creigh fetish. You loading the

dishes is just a bonus.”

“Really?”

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“Definitely. It was my night to get the kitchen. Not having to clean is making

me horny as hell.”

“This position is making me light-headed. If I don‟t move, I might pass out.”

“I know that should discourage me, but it doesn‟t phase me in the least.” Dean

tilted his head to the side as if he was pondering something profound. “Did that

sound as disturbing out loud as it did in my head?”

He was so silly. “As long as you wipe me when you‟re done, I‟m cool with it.”

Sexy gave way to achy, and Creigh stood and stretched her tender back. “Hey,

baby.”

“Hey, honey.” Dean walked over to his wife and pulled her into his arms.

Wordplay forgotten, he covered her mouth with his and did what he always did

when he held her. He took her breath away. His tongue swept over hers, drowning

her senses with the simple yet heady taste that was him.

As soon as she tasted him, she was lost.

Dishes, bills, and kids. Everything that had filled her mind just moments ago

melted away at the touch of his lips against hers. Dean was the only person Creigh

had ever known that was a force to be reckoned with sexually when he was of a

mind. He could turn on the charm, the sex appeal, in a blink of an eye and have her

simply putty in his hands. The worst part was he was well aware of it, and he had

no problem using his ungodly skills on her wherever and however he chose. Creigh

was his for the taking, and Dean knew it.

Instead of that knowledge freaking her out, she reveled in it. Her man knew

her. Not just her body, but her mind and soul, and she knew him. This was the way

it was supposed to be. This was where they were supposed to be. Together. Forever.

For always.

Creigh became so enraptured in the feel of his mouth against hers, she

actually let out a sad sigh when he broke the kiss and pulled back a bit. Despite

being the one to halt things, Dean had a smoldering, hungry look in his eyes—one

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Creigh was sure was a mirror of her own. Three kids and two marriages later and

they still had it.

The phantom
it
people not only wrote sonatas about but dirty stories as well

was truly alive in her marriage. The thought made her smile. “Man, I‟m happy

you‟re home.”

“Not as much as I am.”

“I didn‟t expect you home before three.”

“If it‟s a problem, I can always go back out and come home when you‟re asleep.

Like every other night, it seems.”

His comment took Creigh aback a bit. It wasn‟t as if she could stay up until he

came home, then get back up with the baby when she woke, then get up again to get

the kids ready for school before going to work herself. But instead of picking a fight,

she kept the thought to herself. It wasn‟t often they had time together. She sure as

hell wasn‟t going to waste it arguing. “Please don‟t go. I‟ve missed you so much.”

Dean smiled, her words obviously soothing over any annoyance she might have

accidentally revealed. “I‟ve missed you too, and I‟m very happy to see you.”

Dean moved his hand down to her bottom and pulled her taut against him so

she could feel just
how
happy he truly was.

“Oh”—Creigh brushed her pelvis against the nice-sized package being held

hostage behind his jeans—“is that for me?”

“Consider it an early Valentine‟s Day gift.”

“Hmmm…” Creigh turned her head to glance at the clock on the stove, then

turned back to face Dean once more. “Clock says I have three more hours to go

before Valentine‟s Day. Am I going to have to wait that long?” She pressed her hips

forward and rubbed her pelvis wantonly against the very large bulge straining

against the fabric of his jeans.

“I think you should break the rules and open it early.”

“Think so?”

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“Most definitely.”

“Well, if you insist.” Creigh dropped her arms from around his neck and

brought her hands between them to the buckle of his jeans.

“Oh I do.” Dean took a step back to give her more room. “Kids?”

“In bed.”

Dean glanced at the clock on the stove and frowned. “Already?”

“Yeah.” Creigh nodded. She could hardly believe it herself, but she wasn‟t

going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Hambone is knocked out, and Harlow was

reading for a while but she‟s out too.”

“Halla?”

“Asleep,” she said proudly. Their newest addition was making up her own

rules about bedtime.

“Oh my God.” His eyes widened and filled with shock.

Creigh couldn‟t help but laugh at the surprise on his face. “What can I say; I

have skills.”

Dean shrugged his long-sleeved shirt off, then took the edge of his T-shirt in

his hands and pulled it up and over his head. “Trust me. I‟m well aware of that.” He

tossed the dark material onto the floor as if it was nothing, before crowding her

against the corner once more. “In fact I was hoping to sample a bit of your skills

right now.”

“Here?” Creigh teasingly looked around. “In the kitchen?”

“Or the living room.” Dean ran his fingers down her hip and over her thigh.

Even through the thick material of her sweats, his featherlight touch made her skin

tingle. “Or the bathroom. Laundry room.”

“Not picky…” Not content to be an idle watcher, Creigh reached out and ran

her hands across his bare chest. His muscular pecs were hair free but still sexy to

the touch. She followed the smooth lines of his torso to the waistband of his pants,

popping his button on her course down her husband‟s body. “…at all, are you?”

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“As long as you‟re in the room with me, I‟m a happy camper.” Dean pressed her

back against the counter. “So you pick the place you want us to dirty up, and I‟ll

pick the part of your body I‟m going to run my lips over first. A silent, sleeping

house gives me lots of ideas, and it‟s giving me a hell of a hard-on. I can‟t remember

the last time we‟ve both been awake and not exhausted. Or are you?”

She had been earlier, but that was before she‟d been tempted by the king of

temptation himself. “Tired is the last thing I‟m feeling right now.”

He pressed his lips softly against her neck before asking, “What‟s the first?”

“Extremely turned on,” she whispered.

“And wet?” He ran his tongue gently inside the shell of her ear.

Creigh trembled and closed her eyes. “Most definitely.”

“Prove it.” Dean dropped his hands and took a step back. “Turn around, place

your hands on the counter, and spread your legs.”

Surprised by his order, Creigh didn‟t immediately do as he said. She gawked

like a geek instead. This wasn‟t normally the way they did things, the way he did

things. “Dea—”

“I said turn around.” He spun her around until she was facing the counter.

“Not talk.”

“Oh.” She gasped in surprise.

He pulled her T-shirt over her bra, then freed her breasts from the cotton

confines of her nursing bra. It was one of the least sexy pieces in the history of

lingerie, but with it bunched under her full and sensitive breasts, pushing them out

and up, Creigh didn‟t feel self-conscious about it. It helped that Dean didn‟t seem all

that concerned with it either.

“My, my, my.” He cupped her breasts. One in each hand. “Whoever said more

than a mouthful was a waste was an idiot.”

“Some men prefer small and perky.”

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“Aren‟t you happy”—his long fingers found her bare nipples and squeezed—

“I‟m not one of them.”

“Thrilled.” Creigh gasped as he pinched her hard buds between his thumbs

and forefingers. Her nipples, always so responsive, so aroused, tightened under his

rough yet exciting touch. The contact sent jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.

Unfortunately it also caused her milk to leak.

“Oh.” Embarrassment stained her cheeks. Acting quickly, she raised her hands

to cover her breasts. “Sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Dean gently knocked her hands away and picked

up right where he left off, tugging on her nipples. “Extra moisture is never a bad

thing.” His kneading caused more milk to flow over his fingertips. Undisturbed by

it, Dean released one of her breasts and brought his shimmering fingers to his

mouth and licked them clean. “Mmm. Especially when it‟s this sweet.”

“Dean!” His shocking act caused her to gasp. He‟d never done that before, and

Creigh would be damned if she didn‟t find it slightly arousing.

“Shh,” he said as he cupped her breasts again. ”You‟ll wake the kids. Wouldn‟t

want that now, would we?” His voice was rough, his fingers nimble and strong as

they teased her unmercifully. Dean was a breast man and loved nothing more than

to spend hours with his lips and fingers surrounding her dark peaks. It was a boon

for Creigh, who could come from the stimulation alone.

“No. God no.” Creigh closed her eyes and sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

She was a screamer, always had been, and it wasn‟t easy to keep quiet, but she‟d

rather choke on a moan than lose out on his touch. A touch that wasn‟t just centered

on her full breasts. Dean kept one hand busy up top while sliding his other down

her stomach, beneath the waistband of her sweats, and into her panties.

She was so wet that Dean‟s fingers slid effortlessly past her dew-covered lips

and into her hot core. After getting his fingers nice and wet, he pulled them out of

her pussy and rubbed them in a circular motion against her swollen clit.

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Dizzy with desire, the room seemed to sway. Creigh gripped the edge of the

counter and tried to steady her trembling legs, but her knees buckled nevertheless.

As usual Dean was right there to support her. Acting quickly, he released his grip

on her breast and wrapped his arm around her waist to tether her to him.

“Where you going?” His grip around her waist tightened.

“Not going anywhere.” Creigh leaned into him, in need of his strength, in need

of his love. “I‟m coming.”

“I know.” Dean pressed his palm against her aroused nub and slid another

finger inside her. “I can feel it. Feel the way the walls of your pussy are tightening

around my fingers. Do you feel it, cara?”

The more he talked, the more he pumped and the more she rocked against his

hand, causing him to sink deeper and deeper in her sex.

“Do you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “So good. I…” Before she could finish her sentence, the ding

of the doorbell interrupted them. The melodic sound was like ice water being

thrown on her. Acting on instinct, she released the counter and grabbed Dean‟s

hand. “What the hell was that?”

The bell rang again, answering her pointless question.

“Someone‟s here.” Dean pulled his hands free and let her go. “Son of a bitch.”

He cursed under his breath and whirled away from her.

Disheveled and frustrated, Creigh turned around to face her swearing

husband. She watched him as he stomped over to the refrigerator and laid his head

against the cool freezer door. His breathing was ragged, his body tense, and Dean