Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Scarlett.

This chapter is dedicated to @ChloeLeia561. Thank you my good friend for helping me!

"Scar? Did you hear me?" Dean furrows his brows and cups my face in between his open palms.

Snapping out of my own thoughts and coming back to reality, I say, "Huh?"

Dean chuckles, and his face goes back to normal with ease. "I said I love you. I love you Scar." He reassures me. I could have sworn I was dreaming. I pinch my arm to wake myself up. Ouch! Not dreaming Scarlett.

"Dean, I...-," I exhale, trying to let my mouth catch up with my thoughts. My heart is beating a mile per second and it's about to burst out of my rib cage. I put my hand over his heart and feel that his is beating just as fast as mine, if not faster. I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep it from quivering, the thumping of his heart continuing against my palm. Who knew saying these words were so scary and yet invigorating at the same time? The words I want to say and have felt for some time are now at the tip of my tongue. "I love you too Dean." I finally spill out the words.

Still holding my face, Dean pulls me closer to him and slams his lips onto mine. They feel cold to the touch as a tingling sensation ran up my spine. I can feel the hair on my arms stand up with every touch, his fingers moving towards my thighs, making my legs shiver. He loves me, Dean loves me.

I pull away from him quickly, leaning back so that my back is now against the steering wheel again. My breath hitches and my body shakes as I feel the hardening of his manhood growing beneath me. The way his body is responding to me right now is causing an ache between my legs, the dampness spreading. I lick my lips and feel that they are just as swollen as Dean's lips from our passionate kisses. His electric blue eyes stared at me with hunger. I want him, and I want this. I need this but only with Dean and nobody else.

While maintaining eye contact, Dean's fingers instantly went to the hem of my shirt. In a swift motion, he lifts the material over my head. The desire is written all over his face that he wants more. Dean tosses my shirt on the passenger seat and looks back to me. His eyes grow wide as they look like they will pop out of their sockets. His glistening skin is turning a crimson red color, making his cheeks warm under my fingertips. I slam my lips back onto his and glide my tongue against his bottom lip, begging for him to open his mouth for me. He does just that and our tongues instantaneously begin to massage one another. His bottom lip slides against mine as his skin appears chapped, making the texture rough against the softness of my mouth.

Dean runs his fingers through my hair and grabs a fistful, pulling my head back so my neck is exposed. He kisses down my collarbone, leaving his hot breath along my delicate skin as the anticipation rises with each peck. A low moan of ecstasy escapes my lips, the pleasure evident in my tone. With my trembling fingers, I unbutton his pants and manage to wiggle my hand in, rubbing his cock with the palm of my hand. Dean's head goes back on the headrest and his eyes roll back as he makes a strangled noise.