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“No, thank you.” I’m not sure how I manage to keep my voice steady, but I’m glad it didn’t betray my nerves.
And I am nervous.
Not because I don’t want to be here.
But because I do.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.
Makes no sense, I know. It’s just… Deacon is older than me. I haven’t asked his age—because I don’t want him to ask mine—but if I had to guess, I’d say he’s at least ten years older. That’s an entire decade of experience that I don’t have.
I’ve only been with two guys in my life.
Two guys that cared more about their pleasure than my own.
Two guys that screwed me a couple times each before moving onto the next piece of ass, whether they broke up with me first or not.
Maybe I was the problem?
I want Deacon.
But I worry I’m not experienced enough to satisfy him.
Not that I dare give life to those worries by voicing them.
I refuse to give him any reason to turn me away.
I look over my shoulder to see that he still hasn’t moved from the doorway. He’s watching me with an intense gaze that causes a flutter in my abdomen and sends a shiver racing up my spine. Can he see the way my chest is heaving? Can he hear how frantically my heart is pounding?
Not from fear, but anticipation.
Summoning as much bravado as I possibly can, I cross his living room, moving toward him slowly. His eyes track my every step until I’m standing in front of him, looking up into his potent gaze. This is how it all started—his eyes locked on mine. From the first moment it happened, I think we both knew we’d end up here tonight. Together. Like this.
Deacon watches me for a moment longer, then finally, he breaks the silence.
“Tell me what you want, Leila.”
The deep, rumbled demand does things to me that I can’t even begin to put into words.
Something about this man makes the rest of the world fade away.
Since the moment he approached me in the bar, I’ve been unable to think about anything apart from him. The way he focuses all his attention on me. The way his eyes twinkle when he laughs. His hot body. His strong presence. Even his somewhat corny jokes. It’s like he somehow imprinted himself on my brain leaving room for nothing else.
Not once have my problems crossed my mind, even now when my thoughts are a riot inside my head.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I close my eyes and give myself a second to find my voice.
I don’t want there to be any doubt about exactly what I want.
“I want you, Deacon. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you across the bar.”
Wordlessly, he lifts his hand to cup my face and stares into my eyes.
A heartbeat later, his lips crash down on mine.
He slides his hand into my hair, holding my face to his as he deepens the kiss and swallows down every one of my moans. I grab onto his hips, needing something to steady me, something to anchor me to the ground because his kiss has me so light-headed, I swear I could float away.
His other hand slides to my back, tracing over every dip and bump of my spine as he moves his palm down to my ass.
