As they kissed, Dean reached down and lifted Berkley up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist before turning around and sitting down on the bed so that she was straddling his lap.

Without hesitation he covered her mouth with his and turned his head to the side, pulling her body closer and kissing her deeply as his hand ran up the back of her scalp, grabbing a handful of her hair and squeezing it as his tongue pushed past her lips, massaging up against her tongue.

Feeling that made her insides explode as she kissed him back desperately, while smoothing her hands across his strong, firm chest and broad shoulders and then running her nails up through his hair. She pressed her pelvis forward, grinding it up against his crotch, making him groan deeply into her kiss. He gripped firmly onto her hips, pulling her body even closer.

She could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She had missed kissing him so much, but she ached for more. It felt like the last three months had been stolen from them and she was ready to make up for lost time.

"What do you want to do?" Dean whispered against her lips before kissing her again as he cupped the back of her head, tightening his grip on her hair.  That turned her on even more, bringing back memories of what he did to her that night in the Hamptons when they got back from the club.

She pulled back from his mouth with her heart pounding, panting. "I want you so bad right now," she whispered breathlessly with her eyes closed, before kissing him a few more times. Then she opened her eyes and looked into his, saying, "but my Dad and brother and his fiancé are here and I really don't feel like being quiet right now. You want to go to your place?"

He shook his head. "We can't. My parents are home. What about the boat?" he asked before kissing her again.

Berkley pulled back and her face lit up with a smile. "The boat would be perfect. We could be as loud and crazy as we want and no one would hear us."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," he whispered with a smirk, leaning in and covering her mouth with his again, pulling in at her waist and bringing her body closer to his.

They made out for a couple more minutes before he finally pulled back and said, "Alright, we have to stop or we'll never make it out of this fucking bedroom," he laughed. "Why don't I go wait for you on the boat and you get dressed and come out there when you're ready?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"But don't make me wait too long. If I have to come back here looking for you, believe me, there's gonna be hell to pay," he said in his best Al Pacino mobster voice.

"Oh yeah?" she smirked. "What are ya gonna do about it, huh?" she asked in an exaggerated Italian accent.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he whispered with a mischievous smile, leaning in and kissing the skin of her neck and then sucking it lightly between his lips, making her insides explode as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Shhhh, we wouldn't want anyone to hear," he whispered against her ear, the tickle of his breath sending a shiver across her skin.

He pulled back and gave her a couple soft kisses on the lips before saying, "To be continued," and then he slowly stood up, lifting her off of his lap and setting her back down onto her feet, walking away. She instantly felt cold and missed being in his arms.

He slipped his coat and shoes on, before walking back over to her window and climbing out of it, popping his head back in to say, "I love you," with a sexy wink and a smile that made her insides melt before he disappeared.

Hearing him say I love you did something to her. She had waited so long to hear that from him and now that it had really happened, it felt unreal.

She rushed over and leaned out of the window, grabbing him before he got too far away and pulling on his coat to bring him closer, crashing her mouth against his and giving him a long, passionate kiss.

"I love you too," she told him breathlessly with a big smile on her face.

Seeing the way he smiled from hearing her say that gave her butterflies and then she watched as he climbed down the branches of the big, old oak tree that was beside her house and hopped down to the ground. He made it look so easy, but if she ever tried to do that she'd break her neck. He gave her a nod of his head before running a hand up through his hair and then shoving both hands in his pockets as he turned around and started heading toward the docks.

"Damn, why does he have to be so fucking hot?" she sighed as she closed the window.

She got dressed quickly, pulling on some old rain boots, a scarf and a coat over her pajamas, before slipping out into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear first. She snuck down the stairs and past her family that was watching a football game in the living room. Her Dad and brother were yelling at the TV and didn't notice her tiptoe past the doorway and then out the front door.

It was dark outside, but the path to the docks was lit up by the full moon reflecting off of the bright white snow that was crunching underneath her boots. She could vaguely make out Dean's footsteps in the snow as she walked down the long wooden dock, until she got to their large navy blue and white sailboat that was tied to the pier.

She climbed aboard and opened the hatch, walking down the steps and kicking off her rain boots before making her way down the short hallway that led to the bedroom. When she opened the door, she saw Dean sitting on the bed with his coat and shoes already off. Seeing him there waiting for her gave her butterflies in her stomach again and she smiled. He smiled back as he stood up, and walked towards her.

Without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed her lips and she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. It felt so good to be kissed by him again.

With her eyes still closed, he leaned in close. "The last time me and you were on a boat alone, I was daydreaming about all the things I wanted to do to you," he whispered against her lips as he ran his finger across her jawline. "But I was trying really fuckin' hard to be good that day."

She opened her eyes and smirked up at him. "What about today? Are you still trying to be good?"

He smiled, looking down into her eyes before shaking his head. "Nah, I decided being good is really fucking overrated," he whispered, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss on the lips before walking around behind her and slipping her coat off. He ran his fingertips down her back and across her arm as he walked around to face her again and looked down into her eyes.

Her heart was beating faster and she held her breath as she looked up at his unbelievably gorgeous face, feeling a stronger yearning for him than she had ever felt for anyone in her life.

He stepped closer and slowly raised both of his hands, cupping the sides of her face as he leaned in, covering her mouth with his and kissing her deeply, making her insides flutter as she closed her eyes and melted into his kiss, feeling her legs go weak.

He reached down, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing her large breasts that were secured in a black lacy push-up bra. Her breasts were moving up and down slightly from her heavy breaths and she was sure he could hear her heart beating because it was so loud.

He reached around behind her and pulled her ponytail holder off, making her long brown hair fall down around her shoulders and then he unclasped the back of her bra, slowly sliding the straps down her arms, with his fingers lightly grazing against her skin. That soft touch sent a shiver across her skin and her heart started beating even faster from nerves as her bra dropped to the floor at her feet. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

She slowly lifted her eyes and looked up into his. He was looking down at her breasts, taking in the sight in front of him with lust and desire in his eyes and seeing that made her insides flutter and ache for him even more. She loved how he made her feel wanted and sexy, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She hesitated before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and pulling it over his head with a little help from him. Then her eyes trailed down, taking in the view of his broad shoulders, his smooth, firm chest and his lightly rippled six pack. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed hard before finally looking back up into his dark blue eyes that were looking down into hers.

She felt nervous, almost like it was their first time all over again. It had only been three months, but their weekend in the Hamptons felt like a lifetime ago. Sometimes it felt like she had dreamed up that entire weekend, but then again, the memory of it was still so vivid, every moment, every touch etched into her subconscious. She thought about that weekend a lot, even though she had tried her hardest not to so she could get over him. It was impossible to forget.

This time it was going to be different because Dean was going to have sex with her because he wanted to, because he loved her, not for any ulterior motives. And she wasn't freaked out by her attraction and feelings for him anymore. She didn't have to pretend they didn't exist. She was free to feel everything and enjoy it without holding anything back.

His eyes were still looking into hers and she gave him a soft smile. No matter what happened between them after this, she knew she would never love another man as much as she loved Dean Bradshaw. He had always had her heart and somehow she knew he always would for the rest of her life.

He rested his hands against her bare waist
as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her body up against his. The feeling of his bare chest pressing against her exposed nipples sent a shiver across her skin and his kiss made the spot between her legs start to tingle.

He turned his head to the side and kissed her deeply, massaging his tongue against hers as he pulled in at the arch of her back.

She could feel his hardness growing against her so she reached down and rubbed her hand against it on the outside of his jeans, feeling it twitch as he groaned into her kiss.

That made her want him even more, because she could feel how desperately he wanted her too.

"I've missed this," she whispered breathlessly, only separating from his mouth long enough to say those words, as she reached down between them and pulled at the button and zipper of his jeans, opening them. She slid her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and gripped onto his erection, slowly sliding her hand up and down on it, feeling it twitch within her grasp.

He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off before sliding off his boxer briefs, freeing his long, hard erection. Seeing that made her insides flutter, remembering how good it had felt inside her. He reached out, pulling her jeans down and she kicked them off of her feet, leaving her standing there in front of him in just a pair of white panties.

He stepped forward and kissed her again as he walked her backwards towards the bed and laid her down onto the mattress. He looked down at her almost naked body with lust in his eyes before reaching down and ripping her panties in half with his bare hands.

Her eyebrows raised in shock.

"I'll buy you a new pair," he whispered, hovering over her, before kissing her again as he lowered his body down onto hers. Feeling the weight of his warm body on top of her brought back memories.

The first time she had been in that position, she was nervous because of the unknown. This time, she was nervous because she couldn't shake the fear that being with him again wouldn't live up to the memories. What if sex would never be as good as it was that weekend in the Hamptons? It had been so perfect and she was afraid nothing could ever top that.

"You don't need to warm me up this time. Trust me, I'm already ready for you," she whispered, smiling up at him. "I just want you inside me."

He lifted up on his arms, hovering over her face and looking down into her eyes as he reached down between them, gripping his long, hard erection in his hand and rubbing it up and down against her folds until he found her entrance.

She held her breath, feeling a nervous anticipation as he pressed up against it, breaking through the seal and feeling her insides stretching to accommodate his size as he slowly pushed his way in.

"Fuck, you feel good," he whispered as he closed his eyes and exhaled, hesitating for a second before pushing the rest of the way in until his shaft was buried all the way, deep inside her.

Somehow it felt even better than she had remembered. He leaned down and kissed her softly as he pulled out a little and then slid back in, moving in and out of her slowly. Then he raised his head and looked down at her, studying her eyes. It gave her butterflies in her stomach to look up into Dean's eyes while he was inside her because it brought back memories and made her heart swell.

He slowly leaned down and covered her mouth with his again, kissing her deeply as her knees fell open wider, allowing him to go deeper. He gradually started going harder and faster, until eventually he was gripping onto her shoulders for leverage as he thrusted his hard length up into her, making her cry out.

She panted, digging her nails into his back and squeezing her eyes shut as she moaned, feeling overwhelmed with how good it felt.

He reached underneath of her, gripping onto her butt cheeks as he drove himself deep inside her over and over with so much force that it made her scream out his name breathlessly.

He leaned down, grasping onto one of her breasts and sucking on her nipple, massaging and then flicking it with his tongue. She gasped, throwing her head back with her eyes closed, moaning, feeling her core aching and getting wetter. Somehow he knew what she wanted, reaching down between them and rubbing her clit in circles as he continued thrusting into her.

She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, pressing her head back against the pillow and moaning loudly, feeling a euphoric feeling building up. Then her stomach muscles clenched up, lifting her off of the bed slightly as her body trembled with the strongest orgasm she had ever had.

She collapsed back against the pillow, feeling her muscles release and she laid there with her heart pounding and her core throbbing, trying to catch her breath.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Dean and he was looking down at her, studying her eyes. Without saying a word, he slowly leaned down and kissed her lips and she closed her eyes.

He moved in and out of her slowly as he looked down into her eyes and it felt so much more intimate and personal than it had the other times. It felt like they were making love and not just having sex because they both knew feelings were involved this time. Her heart was completely open to him now. It was his and always would be. There was no more holding back.