“It’s time for dinner.”
“Okay. We’ll be right up.”
With the lust-filled moment of frenzy broken, Deacon rocked back on his knees. He eased my shaky leg down. Glancing up at me, Deacon then slid my panties slowly up my legs and thighs. “I better go,” I whispered.
“You don’t want to stay for dinner?”
I shook my head. “I can’t sit across from you right now and make simple conversation.”
He cocked his brows at me, a grin stretching across his lips. “I got you that worked up, babe?”
Jerking my chin at the bulge in his pants, I replied, “I could argue the same for you.”
He chuckled. “You got me with that one.”
Turning around, I glanced in the mirror to quickly smooth down my skirt and button up my top. Once I was finished, I tried to calm my out-of-control hair from where Deacon’s fingers had mussed it up. When I thought I looked presentable enough, I started for the stairs. Deacon reached out and grabbed me, jerking me to him.
“Deacon, we have to?—”
He crushed his lips to mine. When he pulled away, I was once again a dizzy mess. “I didn’t want you leaving here feeling used. I meant to say good-night.”
“Thank you and good night,” I murmured.
When he let me go, I raced up the stairs. At the sight of Rev and Bishop’s expectant look, warmth flooded my face. “I have to go.”
“But why?” Liz asked.
“I-I have to be at my aunt and uncle’s tonight,” I lied.
“What a pity,” she replied.
“I know. I appreciate the offer though.” I grabbed my bag and purse and started for the door. Once I got out on the porch, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. As my shoes crunched along the loose gravel to my car, my legs still shook from my heatedmoment with Deacon. The breeze that swirled around me helped to cool off my inflamed skin. It seemed to take forever to get my trembling hands to work the key fob to unlock my car.
After I slid across the seat and cranked the car, I glanced up. A shudder went through me at the sight of Deacon leaning against the porch railing. Lighting up a cigarette, his still lust-filled gaze pierced through the windshield to send desire pulsing through me again. It took everything within me not to turn the car off, race back to him on the porch, and demand he take me somewhere that we wouldn’t be interrupted so we could finish what we had started. I could still taste myself from his kiss. Instead, I forced myself to throw the car into reverse and tear my gaze away from Deacon.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ALEXANDRA
Making my way through the familiar streets back home, my mind and body stayed connected to Deacon. As images of our passionate moments flashed through my mind, the ache between my legs continued to burn. Before I could stop myself, I slipped a hand between my legs and started to stroke myself over my panties, just as Deacon had before. When I reached a red light, I threw my head back against the headrest as my fingers flew harder and faster as I desperately sought the orgasm I’d been denied earlier. It was only the loud honk of the car behind me that brought me back toreality. Mortified, I jerked my hand away as a warm flush filled my cheeks. What in the hell had I been thinking to masturbate while in traffic. Deacon continued to bring out parts of me I never knew existed.
And God help me, I liked it.
After easing into the garage, I put the car in park. When I reached to grab my purse, I caught a glance of myself in the rearview mirror. A nervous giggle escaped my lips at the sight of my mussed-up, sex hair, rosy cheeks, and swollen lips. I looked exactly like I had almost been had. Immediately I was thankful that it had been dark outside on the drive home, and no one had caught a glance at me when I was stopped at red lights.
Grabbing my purse, I then got out of the car. After stepping inside the house, I couldn’t help leaning back against the door as I continued to cling to my sex haze. Pinching my eyes shut, I could almost feel Deacon’s hands on my body, his mouth and tongue on my nipples, his hard erection digging into my core.
Suddenly, I was snatched out of my fantasy world as a sense of dread prickled over my skin. Swiveling my head over to the alarm pad, I realized it wasn’t going off even though I had yet to enter the code. Peering at the screen, my chest clenched when the words “System Disabled” flashed on and off.
Waves of fear crashed over my body at the further realization that Atticus had yet to greet me. Normally, his pink tongue would be slurping over every available part of me as he went through his welcome home wiggle dance. In a shaky voice, I called, “Atticus?”
When no bark of acknowledgment came, I took a few tentative steps further into the kitchen. “Atticus?” I repeated.
Silence reverberated back at me.
Realizing I needed to get out of the house, I whirled around to flee. Then the kitchen light flicked on above me. A scream tore from my lips at the sight of a hulking man in the doorway. Hewore a sinister smile as he stared down at me with one eye. A black patch covered his other eye, and beneath it a jagged scar cut across his cheek and down over his neck.
“Hmm, just how I like my women—on their knees and screaming,” the man said.
Repulsed and horrified both by his words and his appearance, I ducked my head. When I dared to glance back up again, the man stood right in front of me.
