Chapter 250

(Annabel POV)

My brain was still trying to think my way out of what the rest of me desperately wanted to do, when I found myself in the kitchen. Dean had shed his jacket and was putting a bag of food in the fridge.

"Don't want it to go bad while we're getting ready," he explained.

"But, dinner..." He was bending me back against the kitchen bar, silencing my protest with a deep kiss, pressing against me as if we were long lost lovers with an insatiable hunger that knew no bounds.

I don't remember getting there, but suddenly I was on my back on the counter. My head was at the edge of one side. On the other side, my knees were draped over his shoulders, my dress pushed back, and I heard the unmistakable rip of my panties.

For a moment, there was no sound. Then, "Beautiful," he whispered. His fingertips were exploring the newly bared skin. The light tickling touch was torture. I was biting my lip to keep myself from begging for what I wanted and needed.