Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Making Love

Dean's bad mood continued into the elevator, where he stood against the handrail glowering hard. He had an arm draped sweetly round my shoulders but despite the gesture I could tell he was cross. Mostly I guessed he was frustrated at himself for promising to keep me safe and not delivering on that. To my mind however that wasn't the case. He had protected me – he had allowed me to swim and my entire body was buzzing with pride.

Of course there was the other thing he'd done – namely kissing me and telling me he wanted me – that kind of added to the buzzing as well.

Oh my god.

I screamed inside my head.

Dean was actually, totally into me. The man of my dreams had a thing for me as well. I felt like a schoolgirl or – no – I felt awakened and the only thing dampening it was Dean's sour face. I wanted to change that but wasn't sure how to. The problem was I didn't know him that well. Or at least not well enough to handle his anger. It wasn't that I was scared of him – that much I knew – but beyond that fact everything else was brand new to me and I was clueless as to what would snap him out of his funk.

The thing that I eventually settled upon was so far removed from what I would normally have done, that at first I dismissed it as the alcohol talking, or adrenaline from having confronted getting drowned. Truthfully however, I was driven by lustfulness and so taking a deep breath I turned in towards him and reached up on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. Instantly his hands moved down to support me and steady me gently, either side of my hips. When he was distracted, that's when I moved and for the second time that week – apparently – I grabbed his junk.

"Fuck."

Dean's head snapped back in sudden astonishment and as it banged against the elevator, I covered my mouth,

"What?" I giggled, "Is there a problem?"

"You're really not a typical small town girl are you?"

"Who says I'm not?"

Stooping down he captured my lips and his arms laced round me to pull me in tight. I stayed close against him when we broke apart for air again, circling his skin with the tip of my thumb.

"Offer's still open," I whispered shyly, "If you want to finish off what we started back there."

The silence that followed my suggestion nearly broke me and my mind lurched in horror. Had I taken it too far? Had I naively assumed that he wanted to sleep with me? Had he lied to get me into the pool? Either sensing my panic or else simply by chance, Dean bent closer and kissed along my jaw, flipping me around so my back was to his chest and sweeping my hair aside to kiss along my nape.

"Sure that's what you want Lauren?"

I nodded,

"Mmhmm, you?"

"I think you already know what I want,"

The growl he finished with was almost too sexy and my stomach tightened along with everything beneath. As his teeth clipped my neck I squirmed away and giggled, just in time to hear the elevator ping. We both looked up at the sound of the doors opening and in strolled a family, complete with little kids. At once we cleared our throats and stood up a little straighter but the father's even glance told us he already knew. Dean's arms were wrapped in super tight around me and my heavy blush was almost a story in itself.