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His kiss was an invasion. I got what he meant by ‘no going back’. He asked me if I was sure because Deck was taking and I had to give or be taken. The thought turned me on more and I kissed him hungrily as if starved for him.
I had been starved for him.
Ten years. Ten friggin’ years this man had been in my head trampling me and now I was tasting him, feeling him. I knew Deck didn’t do half-ass; it was all or nothing.
He groaned then pulled away. I tried to tug him back, but he wouldn’t let me and instead, I ran my hands down his solid back to his jeans and then down further to cup his ass.
Deck was eight years older than me, and I may have been inexperienced when it came to the actual sex part, but I’d done other things with guys and I knew what they liked.
His eyes drove into me as he tightened his grip in my hair. “Everything.”
I had no response because I didn’t know what he meant, but I’d do or say anything he asked. I wanted him to be lying on top of me and sinking inside me before I melted. “Baby, I need you.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
I bit my lip. “I know.”
He gave a curt nod and walked me backward until I felt the bed behind me and I fell, bouncing onto the mattress. I winced when my back hit the bed.
He saw it. “The cuts?”
I nodded. “But they’re fine.”
He watched me for a second as if assessing my words. “I won’t be gentle.”
I didn’t think he would be. “I know.”
Then he said, “Your sass stays out of the bedroom tonight.”
I got up on my elbows, which made my breasts stick out, and I noticed his eyes widen. The reaction was quickly covered up again with his steady resolve. I knew Deck had some real emotional scars, and I wondered even in the heat of passion if he’d let them go. If maybe I’d see a hint of the unshielded Deck.
Holy shit, this was happening. I licked my upper lip as he took off his shirt and my eyes took in the deep valleys and hills of his naked chest and abdomen. There was a hint of a trail of hair that led down to … his fingers popped open his jeans button. The zipper slid down and with the sound came a wave of sparks hitting my lower belly.
I was going to see Deck naked. Damn, fantasy comes true. I needed oxygen fast. I watched him pull down the denim and then step out of them.
Muscular thighs, a scattering of dark hair, the taut calves, which had that distinct, flexed whatever it was called in the back of his legs. Legs I needed around me—tight. But more than that, I quivered as my eyes hit the hard swelling pushing against the black material of his boxer briefs. There was no hesitation as he pulled those off, too, and his cock sprang free. For a second, I thought of scrambling off the bed. How the hell did something like that fit inside a girl?
“Open your legs, Georgie.”
His voice cut through my thoughts of his cock pushing into me and I stared up at him, gaping. “Huh?”
There was no uncertainty in him as he stood tall, confident and completely naked in front of me. I shouldn’t have thought any differently. I mean, Deck was the team leader of an elite force of men who were just as dangerous as he was. Shit, he took out bad men—real bad men who had real bad friends, and yet Deck never looked emotionally exposed for a second.
His stance widened and he watched me, waiting for a response. A response … Right, legs. Open legs. He knelt on one knee between my legs on the bed. His body followed and I closed my eyes with complete and utter relief as his weight finally came on top of me. It was liberating. It was truth. It was real and for a moment, I forgot who I’d become over the years and became the innocent girl who fell in love with a man she thought she could never have.
His hands immediately took mine, placed them above my head and locked them. It was a power position, and I think I always knew this was how it would be with Deck. He’d never yield to another and that included during sex.
Then he kissed me and my legs wrapped around his hips. His one hand kept my arms locked above my head while his other stroked down my side until he was grabbing my thigh, hitching it higher on his waist. The strain on my muscles made them quiver and shake.
Deck didn’t let up as his mouth took mine, tongue invading, and I opened to him. It was complete surrender and it was … rescuing. I let go and gave him all I refused to give to anyone else.
