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Her hands lifted to grip his thick wrists, blunt fingers biting into the skin as he continued his slow torture, the melting of her resistance.
A moan escaped her when he deliberately moved closer, close enough for her to feel the evidence of his hardened thigh. “Give me your tongue, just the tip- Ah, yes, that’s it.” He bit it gently before slowly pulling it into his mouth and making sucking motions.
Her body erupted with life and had her moaning. Her hands moved from his wrists to his chest, where his muscles flexed reflectively at her touch. He had shed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cotton shirt.
She could feel the warmth of his skin through the material and the unsteady beating of his heart. His hands drifted around her waist as he deepened the kiss. The minute his tongue tangled with hers, the kiss became wild, like an inferno raging through the forest.
He inhaled sharply, his body tightening with a need so desperate that he knew he could not allow her to leave without having her. With a feral growl, he lifted her into his arms and headed for the door, where a small dressing room was complete with a double bed.
Letting her slide down the length of his body, he tore his lips from hers, his breathing shallow, the intense swirl of emotions turning his silver eyes into one of smoky gray.
“Decide now.” He whispered thickly. “I cannot wait.”
“I- “
“Don’t say no.” He urged, fingers cupping the back of her head. “We both need this. I am not used to begging, but I will if it comes down to it.”
“I was going to ask about protection.” She could not believe she was going through with this madness, but he had set off a fire inside her that was not going to be quenched.
He stared at her, just simply stared. Her hair was tumbling around her shoulders, and her lips were swollen and wet from his avid attention.
Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the room, presumably to get the condoms. Delores sank to the side of the bed as her shaking legs gave way.
The room was small and neat and boasted an antique dresser, a closet with pocket doors open to reveal several suits hanging there, and several pairs of shoes. There was even a tiny fireplace and a door leading to the bathroom.
He came back in then and dropped a small box onto the table.
“We need some ground rules before we begin.” He had taken the time out of the room to compose himself enough to face her.
“No strings.”
“No.” He wanted to haul her up and plunder her mouth again. “You are not allowed to ask where the relationship is going. I can promise that while I am with you, I will be faithful and expect you to be the same.
Any hint of infidelity, and that’s it. I don’t require conversation and have no objections to buying you trinkets. This will have to be between us because of our position.” He shoved his hands into his ash gray dress pants pockets as he stared at her broodingly.
“Anything else?” She asked him a little coolly.
“No. Is that something you see yourself doing?”
“Just to recap – this will only be physical and secret. We will indulge our flesh and then be on our way. You are also prepared to buy me trinkets. Am I allowed to know beforehand when you need me?”
He could not help but hear the distaste in her voice and realized that he had bungled it. “I apologize for being so clinical.” He offered. “But that’s all I have to give.” He hunched his shoulders. “If you want to leave- “
“I should.”
He stiffened at that. “I am not going to beg you to stay.”
“I am sure you won’t.” Rising, she made a decision that she realized would change her life. She was incredibly attracted to him, and for the first time in her life, she realized what Jerri had warned her about just last night. His touch had sent her into turmoil, and she could not resist.
“What will it be?” He asked her tersely.
Instead of responding, she started to undress, starting with the jacket.
He sucked in his breath as he continued watching her as she placed it carefully over the chair next to the bed and unbuttoned the thin silk blouse. Keeping her gaze on his, she shrugged out of it and put it over the jacket.
Deacon went still, his silver gaze drawn to the swell of flesh over the thin white lace of her bra. She shimmied out of her skirt and shoes and sat down to peel off her stockings. He was as aroused as hell, watching her undress, and he had to force himself not to jump all over her.
“Are you just going to stand there?” She asked him huskily.
