Playing the Perfect Boyfriend (Gone Hollywood) by Julie Particka Read Free Book Online Page B

but he sure as hell wasn’t about to stand by and ignore the stress that was obviously building inside her. If he wanted any chance of making her see that she didn’t need to change who she was…before she threw herself away to move to Sweden—or whatever her ultimate plan was—he needed to get through a couple of her barriers first.
    So far, this seemed to be doing the trick.
    After working the shampoo through her gorgeous waves, he nudged her back under the water. Once she was rinsed clean, he drew conditioner gently through the strands, undoing as many of the tangles as possible with his fingers. Somewhere along the way, she’d stopped arguing that she didn’t need his help, and he proceeded to scrub every inch of her clean. Her muscles relaxed with every caress, her tension going down the drain with the suds. With the soap washed away by the spray, she ducked under again to re-rinse her hair.
    Not one to waste an opportunity, Dean sank to his knees and ran his hands up her legs, massaging her already loose thighs. “Open up for me, kitten. I want to taste you all fresh and clean.”
    The moan that escaped her lips made his erection twitch. He craved being inside her again, but this wasn’t about his desires—not right now. He wanted every last worry she had to be left behind in this shower. She leaned against the wall and lifted one leg to drape across his shoulder. Water sluiced over her curves, falling in cascades.
    Stunning .
    And mine.
    He didn’t let himself think about the future, or the promised end to whatever was between them. Now was the only thing that mattered, and for now, she was his. Leaning in, he licked her folds, tasting the sweetness that was entirely Jade. Groaning, he took his cock in one hand, pumping as he laved her over and over with his tongue. Her breathing got deeper and faster, loud enough to be heard over the water, and her leg tightened across his back.
    She was so fucking close, teetering on the edge. He kept her there, sliding two fingers of his free hand into her wetness until she trembled against him. No matter what he did, she didn’t beg, and the moment was all the sexier for her stubborn refusal to admit her own need. She wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure, but she wouldn’t ask for more, either.
    The thought that he could do this for as long as he wanted—make her late for her afternoon appointment—and she’d never say a word was enough to push him to the brink. He plunged another finger into her, pumping hard, and sucked on her clit.
    Fingers wrapped in his hair, she screamed as she came, bucking against his lips and teeth and tongue. The scream undid him and he came so hard, he shot against the far wall of the shower. Slowing the movement of his fingers, he drew his teeth gently along her most sensitive flesh, and she shivered. Smiling, he pressed a soft kiss to each of her thighs before looking up.
    “With the way your legs are shaking, I’m guessing you feel a little better.”
    Breath shuddering, she nodded speechlessly. But when she tried to step toward the door, she stumbled. Dean shot to his feet and caught her.
    “Guess I’m not ready to dry off yet,” she said drowsily.
    Settling her against the wall, Dean stepped toward the spray. “Let me wash off, and then I’ll finish taking care of you.”
    “Silly man, you already finished me.”
    “I meant dry you off and get you in a robe.” But she was wrong—he hadn’t finished her. Not by a long shot.

Chapter Five
    Jade had told Dean to make himself at home, so by the time she came out of the bedroom, wearing her robe but with her long hair brushed sleek down her back, he already had coffee ready. He’d also found eggs and bacon in her fridge and was busy cooking.
    “You took that rather literally, didn’t you?” She perched on one of the bar stools, staring at the cup of coffee that was waiting for her.
    Not taking his eyes from the pans in front of him, Dean barely suppressed his smile. “Hey,