Chapter 41 Over the next few weeks, I take Jane and Catherine's advice and try to turn off my brain. Dave and I started going out together as a couple. Nothing explicit is said. We don't wear little badges, but our interactions make it obvious. Jane and I were planning to finish the design of her gown, and I started going out with them. While Dave had started his own business, Christie and her son occupied our old apartment while I went to Dave's apartment in the city. When we're out, Dave always touches me, but not in a way that makes me feel like he's trying to mark his territory or show off. He's just super physical. If I'm near him, his hand is somewhere on my body. Usually his palm is glued to the top of my ass, but sometimes he brushes my hair back or dangles his fingers over my shoulder. He kisses my temples and cheeks. Not once do I feel like he's holding me back The most important thing is that we're happy-way happier than I've felt in a long time. Which is fucking mind-boggling. If someone had told me two weeks ago that Dave Brown and I would not only be dating, but happily dating? I would've laughed my ass off. "What do you have going on after Jane's rehearsal tonight?" Dave asks from the bed. He's lying against the pillows, hair tousled, looking like the sex god that he is. I refocus my eyes back to the mirror and away from him so I don't accidentally stab myself with the mascara wand "Nothing. I'll probably just grab dinner in one of the meal halls. Why? What are you up to?" "I've got an errand to run." My stomach falls a little. Not see him tonight? I force myself not to show any disappointment Just because we're together doesn't mean we need to be joined at the hip. "Want to meet for dinner after?" he adds. My heart flips over. "Sure." "Cool. Can you come to the office? There's this restaurant nearby that I think you'd like. It's an Italian place, but it's got all this fun old-time movie memorabilia." His hand wanders underneath the blankets, which are pulled down to his waist. I poke myself in the eye. "Would you stop touching yourself?" I drop the mascara tube on the table and pick up a tissue to wipe away the smear of black I just made at the inside corner of my eyelid because I can't keep my freaking eyes off Dave. "What's wrong, baby? You jealous? I was thinking of how hot you look." He rolls to his side." You make a little circle with your mouth when you put your eye makeup on. It's basically begging me to stick my little dave in there." Little? Hell no. Nope, there's nothing warm and squishy about my relationship with this guy. I shoot him a disbelieving glance. "We just got done having morning sex," I remind him. I apply two quick swipes of the mascara before Dave's hand can do more damage under the bed sheets. "That was thirty minutes ago. Since then, you've showered, waved your tits and bare ass in front of me while getting dressed, and then made little blowjob circles with your mouth. So yeah, I'm horny again. Sue me." I throw my coat on and lean a knee on the mattress to kiss him goodbye. "You'll have to jerk off then because I have a meeting with Jane, the flowers and her gown need more Chelsea time, and I don't want to be late." He curls up and kisses my neck first, then my lips. "I'm going to rub one off now so that I can last longer tonight." He went to the bed and raised a brow. Damn it. Now I'm horny. Fine! ***** Week later, on the beach. Dave rolled over until his body was half blanketing Chelsea. He framed her face with his palms and looked down at her, looking into her eyes. "Have I told you that I love you?" His wide shoulders blocked out the sky, and then his face was descending slowly toward hers. She could see his long lashes and straight nose, the compelling hunger in his eyes. He always managed to make her heart beat a little faster and her body just melted, right there in the sand, soft and pliant and accepting. She took a breath and he kissed her long and leisurely, his hunger growing as he fused their mouths together. She pressed her body closer, wishing they were skin to skin, wanting the feel of his chest rubbing against her aching breasts. Her fingers settled in his thick, wavy hair, and she gave herself up to the pleasure of his marauding mouth. It took moments-or hours-before she realised he had somehow opened her blouse and exposed her breasts, and was now making his way down her throat and over her sensitive skin. A jolt of electricity went from her breasts to her womb, so that she felt the clutch and the emptiness and needed him to fill her. "Wrap your legs around my waist." His voice was hoarse-sexy, so needy she felt another rush of welcoming liquid. She hooked her ankles together around him and clasped her hands at his nape, head back, hair cascading in a long fall. His body was so hard. So perfect. The air on her nipples added to her arousal, the wind teasing her over her body like fingers. Dave was slightly shocked to hear a growl rumbling in his chest and throat. He felt like a mad animal, consumed by lust and love, a need to be inside her so strong he brought his hands to her hips and, using his strength, pushed her hips down hard, impaling her on his thick shaft. He felt her body sheath his, drawing him in, so hot and tight and wet, gripping and squeezing and taking his breath. As he drove upward, he felt the resistance of her body, her breath slamming out of her lungs, and the thrill of pleasure in her mind that went from breasts to belly to her hot core so that her muscles clamped around him hard. 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