Fire

It was an odd feeling, one I was not supposed to feel yet. It was a feeling I didn't fully understand either. Was I jealousy? Would I be jealous if he were to be with someone else?! I guess so.

What on earth compelled him to say things like this in the first place?

"Dean," I complained. I started walking away. What was wrong with him, suggesting he would have another woman in his bed tonight. Fine, if that was what he wanted, I would not be in his way. "Oh no, you will not," said Dean in authority, pulling me back against him again. His chest was hard and solid, but it still felt like I fit perfectly.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. My hands were placed against his chest. I was caught off guard when I felt his lips against mine. His lower lip teased me, encouraging to open up and invite him in. But just as I parted my lips, he tauntingly took my lower lip between his teeth and pulled back.

My eyes grew wide and my core throbbed with desire.

Dean's hand traced my spine and then lingered near the crook of my neck, and so did his eyes. He mischievously smirked at me, and then bit my neck playfully. His teeth softly grazed my skin and then pressed a kiss against the side of neck. His tongue trailed its way to my shoulders, kissing me there and I could no longer stand the anticipation.

My breathing stocked in my throat, and I looked at him pleadingly. In contrast to what I wanted, he straightened his posture, so I could not reach. I tugged at his shirt and he descended to my gaze again, his lips inches from mine. His smile set my soul on fire.

I knotted my fingers in his soft blond hair with need. A soft grumble escaped his lips, it almost sounded unnatural. While holding his hair, I wanted to take control of him.

Both our faces snapped up when we heard someone cough. It was one of the butlers, trying to get our attention. The spell broke and I realized we were still outside. Had anyone seen us?

"Yes," said Dean in a tight voice, and turned to the butler without letting me go. "Your ma-" the butler began to say. "Master Dean, you have a meeting scheduled in five minutes," the butler informed us breathing heavy.

He must of ran all the way from the main building.

Dean glanced at his clock, frustration seemed evident on his face. And then he looked at me again and his gaze softened. "Send word, that because of certain circumstances, I can not attend tonight," Dean said weighing his words.

That was odd, what kind of meeting would he have planned? It kind of sounded important.

"Honey you don't have to cancel that meeting on my regards," I told him. Dean's eyes danced, and the corner of his lips curled up in a wicked smile.

"Mhhh…'Honey' huh…. " remarked Dean playfully, when the butler was out of sight. He turned to me, intently holding my gaze. I bit my lip and crossed my arms defensively. I should of known that he would make a point of that.

"No other woman in my bed then…" stated Dean and licked his lips, hypnotizing me. He better not. "And what about kissing… " he asked. Obviously he knew what he was doing. I made my hands into fists at my side. I tried to control my temper. "Can I kiss someone else?" he provoked me, because I still did not give him an answer. I counted to ten.

I glared at him, trying to burn him with my stare. Dean seemed amused. "If you want to go kiss someone else, then go right ahead," I shot at him in anger. "Is that really how you feel," Dean pressed, his eyes intently holding mine.

My thoughts went back to all the girls who dreuled over him at college.

"Whatever," I said. I was really done with this conversation, I tried to walk away again. I could not, because Dean pulled me back. Darn him.

"If you want other woman in your bed and to go kiss whoever you want, please stop bothering me with the nonsense," I told him. I was not going to be with a guy who wanted more than I could offer him. If I wanted that, I could of stayed with the cheating basterd that Mason was. "I am not in for any of these games," I made clear.

"So, I gather you don't want me to be with anyone else but you," said Dean and made a silly face. I rolled my eyes at him and he seemed amused somehow. "Why in the world would I want you to do that," I pouted my lips feeling wary.

"Why don't you want me to do that?" he went on questioning. I was starting to question his sanity again. "You have got to be kidding me," I said cynical.

"That is not an answer to my question, by any means," challenged Dean. "Why do you not want me to kiss anyone else but you," he demanded to know.

I did not know what to say and held my tongue. "Well?" Dean whispered, skimming my neck with his nose. "You are being unfair right now," I muttered as I let my head back, giving him space.

I felt like exploding.

"Because…. Because you are mine," I finally snapped. The last word lingered in the air between us. There was no taking it back.

Dean looked at me. A huge smile spread across his face, showing all his teeth.

Dean winked at me and I nervously bit on my lip.

"So," Dean began to say in amusement. Dean lowered his head to mine and kissed my forehead and then my nose. It felt intimate and loving. I closed my eyes in anticipation, but when he did not kiss me, I opened my eyes again.

I looked at him like a sulky child and a smile lingered on his lips. Dean chuckled quietly. "How could I ever deny those longing eyes of yours," Dean said under his breath, and he slowly lowered one hand down my back, trailing my body. I felt like I was on fire.