“You should be,” I confirm as I close the distance between us. “And thank you. Also, I guess I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I exhale, resting my cheek on his chest as he returns the embrace. I could stay like this forever, the smell of his cologne enveloping me while my fingers dip under the hem of his shirt to splay against his back.
“I think this is what we all needed. He planned the perfect introduction—there was no time to be awkward or stress over saying the right thing.”
“But that’s where I thrive,” I tease, tilting my head back to look at him, his dark eyes full of warmth.
Contentment.
And that hint of desire that’s always simmering below the surface.
“You thrive in a lot of places.” The words come out husky as my gaze dips to his mouth, and I don’t think. I just lean up and capture his lips in a searing kiss.
A strong hand grips the back of my neck, the other trailing down to cup my ass as he grinds his cock against mine. Groaning, I try to pull him tighter against me as I take a step back.
And then another.
“Tanner.”
“Upstairs.”
“What?” He blinks, his gaze unfocused and his lips swollen and wet from kissing me. I want his lips everywhere and I don’t want him to stop.
Not tonight.
“Take me upstairs.”
Instead of asking if I’m sure, I watch as the sexiest smile takes over his face before turning predatory as he moves us toward the stairs. Every step feels like a promise, his body flush against mine as we make our way up, and I’m thankful that I’ve climbed them a thousand times—my ability to process anything buthimnonexistent.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he murmurs, dipping his head to suck at the sensitive skin below my ear as we cross the threshold of my bedroom.
“You, finally inside me,” I breathe, gasping when he pulls back enough to yank my shirt over my head.
“You’re gonna feel so good.” The words are growled as he pushes me back onto the mattress before discarding his shirt and jeans in a pile on the floor. His body is something I’ll never get over seeing, the hard lines of muscle that make up his broad chest and arms. He’s gorgeous, and I can’t wait to run my tongue along every dip and valley.
Palming my cock through my jeans with one hand, he undoes my belt with the other, the movements unhurried as he teases me. I nearly cry out when he finally removes the denim and climbs over me, our boxers the only thing separating us as his mouth crashes over mine.
Deacon’s hands are everywhere, his erection rutting against mine as I wrench my head back and gasp, the sensation of being so thoroughly devoured making my head spin. Reaching for the bedside drawer, I manage to locate a condom and a bottle of lube, suddenly thankful that Deacon and I did the safe sex talk before this moment.
I’m thankful for a lot before this moment, including the way he’s been preparing me for his cock, to take all of him, stretching and thrusting, and I’m suddenly hot all over. The anticipation is making me flush as he steps beside the bed, hooking his thumbs in the elastic of his underwear to pull them down until he’s naked before me.
And fucking hell.
I want to take him in my mouth and worship him, trace the veins with my tongue as he caresses my face and neck while growling the filthiest praise.
“You lookhungry,Sweetheart.”
Eyes snapping to his, I wrestle my boxers off and reach for him. “I am.”
“Later.” The mattress dips under his weight as he pushes my legs back and settles between them. “Right now it’s my turn.”
Clicking the lube cap open, he coats two fingers, and I tip my knees wider, the vulnerability of exposing myself only heightening my need for him. His breath is hot on the head of my cock, the sensation making me jerk my hips as he circles my hole with one finger before taking me in his mouth and pushing his finger inside.
I cry out, my back arching as the burn is replaced with an aching pleasure I can’t get enough of. Deacon works me slowly, my body already barreling toward release as he inserts another finger, the sting temporary as I moan and writhe.
“Deacon, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
