Page 22 of One Weekend in Los Angeles

Chapter Thirteen

ANDREA

This was happening. Deacon was kissing me. For real this time with no reason to stop. Except for the fact we were in his car, and my beloved dog was a hostage to the scene.

Deacon seemed to remember we were in the garage at the same time I did. “Stay here a moment.”

He was out of the car and around it in seconds to open my door. “I need you out of this dress. You take Callie, and I’ll grab her bed. I’ll come out and get the rest later.”

He took my hand to help me out of the car, reached in to snatch Callie’s stuffed bed, and led us into the hallway, through the kitchen, and directly into his master bedroom.

Callie was content at being in the same room as me and lay down on her fluffy bed the moment it was placed on the floor.

“Where were we?” He dove back into our kiss like he couldn’t wait another second. I was right there with him. He tasted of milkshake, the combination of chocolate, mint, and him wreaking havoc on my senses.

His fingers worked my zipper, tugging it down my side before sliding the straps off my shoulders. The silk floated down the length of my body to pool on the floor.

“Jesus, you’re a vision,” he hissed, trailing kisses above the lace of my bra.

Despite my body being totally on board with the idea of getting naked with Deacon, my brain was threatening to interfere. I was anxious about having sex with someone new, and the perfect specimen of a man at that. The more I tried to ignore it, the more my physical reaction kicked in.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, pulling back to meet my eyes.

Oh, hell no. I had one weekend, and I planned on enjoying the entire thing. “Ignore it. I know I intend to.”

He pressed his forehead against mine. “Talk to me, Andi. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Oh, man. How truthful should I be? If he stopped, I wasn’t sure I’d ever forgive myself for being honest, but if I didn’t put it out there, the anxiety was sure to consume me. “You’re the second man I’ve ever done this with. And I more than want to, but I’m nervous.”

“Then let me relax you. Sit on the bed, beautiful.”

I took a seat on the luxurious bedding at the foot of the imposing, king-sized bed and watched as he knelt in front of me. Like we were in a fantasy reel, he peeled off his jacket before leaning forward and inhaling my scent over the top of my panties.

“I should shower before you do that.” I assumed all men preferred it clean, so imagine my shock when he did a slow shake of his head.

“Do you know how I like my pussy?”

Gulp. “No?”

“I want to eat your pussy smelling and tasting like pussy, not soap. Spread your legs and let me taste you.”

Officially the hottest words ever said.

Hooking his thumbs on either side of my underwear, he pulled the scrap of material down my legs, losing it somewhere on the floor. His gaze met mine for a moment before flicking back to my center.

It started with a hot breath and butterfly kisses on the inside of my thighs. I was still shaking, but more from arousal than nerves at this point. Deacon moved slowly, with deliberate strokes of his tongue. “So good,” he breathed, teasing me with his tongue, lips, and a nip of his teeth around my delicate skin.

I was convinced I’d die of this delicious torture when he changed it up completely and started the real onslaught, inserting a finger deep inside of me. “You’re tight.”

One moment I was about to respond with something lame like, “uh-huh,” and the next I’d sucked in a breath because he’d taken my clit prisoner between his lips. Meanwhile his tongue showed it no mercy.

His fingers worked me at the same time. Normally, it took me a while to get to such a point, but suddenly I was climaxing with his face buried in my pussy. Upon orgasming with the world’s sexiest man, I should have let out a dainty moan with a sophisticated, sensual shudder of my body covered in the perfect misty sheen to add a glow, but not too sweaty.

In reality I screamed so loud that my poor dog came running over to the side of the bed to whine, worried for my safety. “It’s okay, girl,” I panted out, attempting to sit up but still spasming from the powerful release.

Deacon chuckled at the situation, making my face heat. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“The part where I traumatized my dog with my unladylike screams or the portion where your neighbors are probably calling 911 because they suspect a murder next door.”