"Dean what are you doing? I'm not ready to leave yet. We just got here," she said, pulling her arm, trying to get away from him.

He turned to face her. "I'm taking you out of here before you do something you're going to regret tomorrow. You were practically fucking that guy on the dance floor and you don't even know him!"

"I could say the same for that girl you were dancing with. Oh but it's different when you do it? Is that it?" she said angrily.

"No that's not what I'm saying," he said, letting her arm go and running his hands over his face and up through his hair, letting out a frustrated exhale, before dropping them. He looked into her eyes and said, "That girl had just started doing that to me when you looked and I backed up and got away from her right after that."

"Why?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't know," he said, looking down at the ground. "It just didn't feel right. I wasn't enjoying it."

"Well I was enjoying my dance just fine until you ruined it," she grumbled, crossing her arms under her chest in frustration.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand to see that guy's hands all over you."

"Well I want to dance some more, so unless you want to volunteer to dance with me than I'm going to go out there and dance with him again."

"Is that what you're going to keep doing from now on to get your way? Threaten that if I don't do things with you, you're going to do them with another guy?"

"I don't know. That depends. Are you going to keep acting like a crazy overprotective maniac and stopping me from doing what I want to do?"

He looked down at the ground and laughed. Then he looked up at her with a smile that made her stomach flutter and he said, "Maybe."

She rolled her eyes and punched his arm.

"Dance with me then," she said.

His eyes looked into hers and he finally said, "Okay. Fine. I'll dance with you."

She couldn't help but give him a victorious smile. She was always able to get her way with him ever since they were kids.

He took her hand and lead the way back out onto the dance floor. Whoopty by CJ was playing and the bass was so loud that she could feel it in her bones. The crowded dance floor was full of people that were smiling and laughing and having a good time dancing with each other. Some were doing salsa style dancing but for the most part everyone was drunk and grinding on each other.

Dean stood in front of her and he started stepping back and forth, moving to the music and she wrapped her arms around his neck and started swaying her hips back and forth as his hands came to rest on her waist. He looked down into her eyes as they danced and being pressed up against him, smelling his cologne with her arms against his strong chest, gazing up into his eyes was starting to make her feel things she shouldn't.

"Damn your boobs look great in that dress," he whispered and she looked down and noticed her cleavage was on full display. This dress left little to the imagination but luckily her nipples weren't showing.

She kept moving to the music and as she brushed against his front she felt a hardness growing against her.

She looked up at him and gasped, smacking his arm.

"Dean!" she whispered. "You can't just get a hard on here in a club full of people."

"I'm sorry. I saw your boobs and it started reminding me of when I was rubbing and sucking on them earlier and I got hard. He has a mind of his own. I couldn't help it. Why don't you turn your back to me so no one will see it?"

She turned around in front of him and she felt him step forward, pressing his body against her back and his hands gripped onto her waist and she could feel his hardness against her butt.

She started grinding her butt against his crotch, as she raised her arms and danced to the music. The rhythm of his hips grinding against her made her feel like they were having sex and her entire body was on fire and the spot between her legs was throbbing and desperate for him.

She turned around to face him and pulled him down and covered his mouth with hers, kissing him like she had never kissed anyone before. She wanted to seduce him. She wanted him to want her more than he's ever wanted any woman because she didn't want what they did earlier to be a one time thing.

He pulled back and looked down at her. She saw his chest rising and falling and could almost see his heart beating through his shirt. He studied her eyes, thinking and he looked like he was torn and struggling, fighting an internal battle with himself. He stood there looking down into her eyes, before running his hands through his dark brown hair and then shoving them into his pockets. His midnight blue eyes had her captivated and she felt like she was paralyzed, unable to peel herself away from him.

"I was thinking. You know, it's a shame what happened earlier. It was over so fast. I almost think we shouldn't count that as our one time. Why don't you let me redeem myself and try again so you can see what sex is really supposed to be like?"

She looked into his eyes and her breath was heavy and she had been drinking so her mind was cloudy but all she could think about was how desperately she wanted him right now.

"Okay," she said breathlessly, feeling a yearning for him that was stronger than anything she had ever felt for a man. "You wanna get outta here then?"

He smiled. "Yeah. I just ordered the uber," he said, tapping on his phone. "They should be outside any minute."

"Perfect," she said with relief. She couldn't wait to get back home so he could redeem himself, whatever that means. She thought the last time was amazing so she wasn't sure what he was complaining about.

They danced together for a few more minutes before his phone dinged and he said, "They're here," taking her hand and leading her quickly through the crowd of people. He seemed like he was in as much hurry to get back as she was.

By the time they got back to the beach house the anticipation was driving her insane. In the ride over she had been looking at his handsome face and trying to keep her legs clenched to stop the throbbing ache between them that wanted him inside her again so bad.

When they got inside the house he slammed the door shut and pressed her up against it, owning her mouth with his and pressing his hardness against her as he slid his hands over her butt cheeks.

"The bedroom. Let's go to the bedroom," she said breathlessly.

She started to walk away but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back against him, crashing his mouth into hers before bending over and picking her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs bridal style. She couldn't help but smile as he kicked open the bedroom door and dropped her onto the bed and started stripping off his clothes.

There was no hesitation from him like there was last time. She stood up and started pulling down the zipper of the dress and he said, "No let me do it. I've been imagining taking that dress off of you all night."

Hearing him say that made her insides flutter. Apparently he had been as horny for her all night as she was for him. She stood there and waited for him to get completely naked, revealing his long, hard erection. She reached out to touch it and he said, "No. No foreplay this time. I want to spend as much time inside you as I can to make up for last time."

He turned her around and she got a shiver across her skin as he pulled down the zipper and dropped the dress to the floor and then unhooked the back of her bra and pulled it off. He turned her around to face him again and as she looked into his dark blue eyes she saw a hunger in them as he gazed down at her body. That look of need, of wanting, gave her butterflies in her stomach.

He slipped his hand inside her underwear and his eyes widened.

"Wow. You're really wet for me already."

Her face blushed red and she said, "You weren't the only one that was imagining you taking this dress off of me all night."

She saw a flash of lust in his eyes as he pulled her underwear down and wrapped his hands around her waist, bringing her against him. Being pressed up against his six pack made her feel faint and made her heart race and he leaned down and captured her mouth in his as he walked her back to the bed and laid her down.

He climbed on top of her, owning her mouth as he used his knees to spread her legs wide and then he dropped himself down onto her and she felt a pressure at her entrance. It was still a really tight fit and as he pushed his way in, she broke away from his mouth and let out a moan. He pushed his way all the way inside her until he was buried really deep and she closed her eyes and arched her back up off the bed groaning.

When she opened her eyes he was looking down at her and he said, "Do you have any idea how good it feels to see you come undone while i'm inside you? It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Her face blushed red again and she broke eye contact to look away and she couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her face.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers as he started moving in and out, slowly at first but he gradually started picking up speed. He pulled back from the kiss and she looked up into his eyes and felt her insides explode. She closed her eyes and moaned, which made him go faster until finally he was thrusting up into her so hard it made her scream, gripping onto his shoulders with her nails.

"Dean!" she cried out when he slammed into her extra hard and he lifted both her legs and put them over his shoulders and started driving into her even deeper. He reached around her legs and massaged her nipples while he continued moving in and out of her and then he massaged her breasts, as he started slamming in really hard.

"Dean," she said breathlessly. "I like it when you do it really hard like that."

He got a grin on his face and he said, "I'm gonna make you regret ever saying that."

She smirked and said, "I'd like to see you try."

He stared into her eyes intently and said, "Challenge accepted."