Marriage by Mistake

willing slave.
    "Open your legs," he commanded, and of course she did.
    "Dean, I want—"
    "Not yet," he said. And so it went. To every sensual peak he brought her, it was 'not enough' or 'not yet.' Kelly hadn't known she could sustain such an intense state of arousal, rising and falling, only to rise again.
    She abandoned her pleas for him to come with her. He wasn't about to do that and anyway, she was getting too lost in her own sensations to care. The world focused down to the fire raging through her. She strained against him.
    "All right," he finally said. "Now."
    She came apart, just shattered into a million pieces. Exactly on cue. Not that she was complaining. The pleasure was intense, the whole experience like nothing she'd ever known. "Dean!" she cried, and reached for him.
    He tensed in her arms, she thought, though she wasn't terribly sure of anything right then. "Dean, Dean," Kelly sobbed.
    It took her a minute, holding him close, to realize he was still fully clothed. A chuckle bubbled up amid the aftermath of her climax. "You're still in your suit," she exclaimed. "And tie!"
    "Hm." He pulled away enough for her to see his smug smile. "Guess I was too busy to take them off."
    "I'll say." Kelly smiled back as she smoothed a hand down his tie. She'd never been with a man who could concentrate so completely on a person other than himself. "Looks like you've got a minute now."
    His lashes lowered. "Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure I've plumbed your potential."
    "Ah." Kelly put a hand on his chest. "You've plumbed it."
    His smile managed to widen. "If you're sure."
    "I am."
    "Well, then." Looking awfully pleased with himself, Dean sat back on his haunches and began loosening his tie.
    Watching his obvious satisfaction, Kelly felt it shimmer through her again, stronger than ever, the love. This time, though, she wasn't taking anything for granted. She didn't expect him to love her back, but was he at least happy they'd had sex? Her head tilted. "How about you?" she asked, "Are you okay?"
    His hands stopped on his tie.
    Her eyes hooded. "Are you sorry?"
    He stared at her. "That's important to you, isn't it? That I...not be hurt."
    "Well...yeah." More important than he could know.
    He continued to stare, his expression turning almost desperate. "I'm not hurt," he told her. "Far from it. Besides, don't you remember this was my idea? My choice?"
    Oh, yes, she remembered. He'd wanted to show her, to prove a seduction could be as much his idea, but still... She wouldn't put it past Dean to have done all this as an elaborate apology. He was a man who'd want to leave everything square. He could easily have brought her to the most exquisite orgasm only because he wanted to balance the ledger sheet.
    "Remember?" Dean insisted.
    Kelly gave a tiny nod. "I remember."
    Dean gazed at her a moment longer, then smiled. "Liar."
    "What?"
    "Fine." Still smiling, he gently pushed her until she was lying flat on the bed. "I'll prove it to you, all over again." His teeth flashed. "I'll just keep on proving it until you start to believe me."
    "I believe you," Kelly said quickly.
    Dean laughed and kissed her lips. "Problem is, I don't believe you now."
    "Oh, Dean, we can't—"
    But Dean kissed her again, and put his hands and shifted his body in a way that told Kelly, indeed, they could. Oh yes, even after all Dean had just brought her through, she could feel herself softening, dampening, wanting again.
    "You are magic," she murmured.
    "No," Dean whispered back. He released a strange, uneven sigh. "You are."
    ~~~
    Dean might have drifted off to sleep if they hadn't left the bedside lamp on. Despite his exhaustion, the light caused his lashes to flutter, his eyes to open. He stopped himself, though, from simply reaching up to switch it off. He had to think a minute here.
    He was in bed with Kelly. If he turned off the light, he would undoubtedly remain in this spot until morning.
    Would that be a good idea?
    He lifted his head carefully. Kelly was facing him on the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing long and deep.
    Dean had to admit it was a profound pleasure to look at her. Her hair was curled wildly about her face, her mouth reddened from his beard. Something lurched possessively, triumphantly, within him. She looked like a woman who had been loved long and loved well.
    Dean's lips twisted. Long and well, indeed. He hadn't intended to make love to her at all. All he'd intended was an apology, something sincere and deserved.