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“What if someone walks in on us?” I asked.
“They won’t.” He rested a palm on my waist, under my shirt.
“But what if they do?”
He glided his palm to my stomach and inched higher. “They can watch.”
Holy heck, why did that make me slick with anticipation?
“Unless you want to stop.” Deacon’s touch stalled.
I doubted Adam would come looking for us, but the idea of him, standing in the shadows watching…Oh my. “No. I don’t want to stop.”
Deacon’s hot, calloused palm against my skin was a new kind of anticipation, as he kept his touch to my stomach and breastbone. He crushed his mouth to mine with a hard abandon that hadn’t been there before, and I kissed back. Our tongues tangled in a frantic dance. How was he making me feel this good with such simple sensations?
Deacon glided his lips down my neck, pausing to suck on the skin, before traveling lower to nip at my collarbone.
This was like in the books I read, but so much better and a lot more explicit in real life. I wanted to touch back, but I wasn’t sure where or how. I ran my fingertips tentatively along his inner thigh, up to the distinct bulge, and lightly traced the outline of his erection.
He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth and let out a groan that was as yummy as his touch. “What are you doing?” His voice was raw.
“This can’t be one-sided. I want to touch too.”
His hands fell away from me in a blink, but he grabbed my wrists before I could register disappointment. The way his fingers dug into me made me think of a barely controlled beast.
Hot.
“I’d hate to overload you with instructions.” His tone was still low and measured.
I was already on overload. “I have to learn, eventually.”
“You can’t shove everything into your brain at once. Save some of it for the next lesson.”
“You assume there’s going to be a Lesson Two.” I suspected my teasing was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help myself.
He smirked. “There’s a lot to learn. This is more than just sex.”
“But the point is that it isjust sex.”
“Exactly.”
“So confusing,” I said playfully. “Make me want a Lesson Two.”
His grin was as threatening and enticing as his growl. “You will.”
“What are you going to do if I touch you anyway?” I couldn’t help it. This was fun.
“I’ll restrain you.”
I liked the sound of that. What had he unleashed in me? I twisted free of Deacon’s grip and dragged a finger down his chest.
He snatched a silk scarf from the top of a nearby clothing pile, wrapped it around my wrists, and pinned them above my head. I tilted to watch him tie me to a chair that was butted against the couch behind me. “Resourceful.”
“You have no idea.” He was rough when he shoved my shirt up, as if he’d shed a veneer of calm. The elastic from my bra left a burn in its wake when he shoved it out of the way.
My heart was in my throat. Was I really doing this? Decades of expectation and indoctrination and other people’s opinions surged in around me.
Deacon pulled away to look me in the eye. “Are you all right?”
