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"No." He whispered when he felt his pressure building - building. "Not yet." He nibbled at her lips and tried to slow things down.
But it was no use. Holding her close, he climaxed, teeth biting into the side of her neck to stop the groan from escaping. It took several minutes for his shuddering body to quiet down and his heart to stop pounding so hard inside his chest.
It also took a moment for him to realize that he wanted her to stay sprawled on top of him, with them intimately joined. The fog was lifting, and with it came the awareness that she had succeeded in rocking his damn world.
He did not cuddle; it had annoyed the women he had been with. He would satisfy them both and then roll away to get dressed. Now, he wanted to hold her, to feel the press of her naked flesh against his, and it terrified him.
Easing her away, he swung his legs off the bed. "I need to use the…"
"Through there." Delores pointed to the open door and watched as he strode towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Hauling herself up against the pillows, she dragged restless fingers through the tangle of her hair and realized that what had started as sex had turned into more for her.
She was falling for a man she did not know. One she had just met and one who had no intention of offering anything except sex. She knew he felt something for her- was clever enough to realize that this was not just sex for him. But she was also smart enough to know he would do his best to fight it.
"I have to go." She had been so immersed in her troubled thoughts that she had not noticed he had come out of the bathroom.
"Or you could stay a while."
His eyes narrowed to slits. "No demands."
"I am just asking." She offered a smile and stretched out a hand. His eyes went from her face to the outstretched hand as if he were trying to figure out what it was or what it meant. "I want more, and so do you."
"You don't know what the hell I want." He growled, feeling the heat rising inside him again. Of course, he wanted her. He had spent several minutes in the bathroom, staring at her feminine products and the room's cool green and blue decor, and battled with indecision.
"At this moment, I think I do." Dropping her hand, she pushed off the bed and came towards him. He went rigid when she stopped in front of him, so near that he could feel her body heat.
Her hands lifted to touch his naked chest, fingers soft and gentle as they combed through the hairs. He was sure she could feel the unsteady beating of his heart. His hands came up to grip her arms as if to push her away, but she used the opportunity to move in, her body touching his.
He was hard; there was no mistaking that he was. His hands gentled and wandered up to cup her face. Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers, the kiss achingly sweet, something else he did not do, but he could not help himself right now.
His mouth was gentle on hers, brushing against hers slowly, erotically, his own body shuddering when she started to moan. His tongue touched her lip, tracing the outline of the lushness of it before entering her mouth in a slow and heady dance. Her hands came up and around his neck, and she had to go on her toes to reach him.
He solved the problem by hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He was already drinking from her mouth, like a bee taking the nectar from an open flower. He had gotten rid of the sodden condom and was not wearing protection, but it did not occur to either of them that they were unprotected.
Reaching blindly between them, he guided himself into the wet warmth of her. His breath hissed out; his body went rigid as the tight walls of her vagina hugged him. His eyes flew open, and tearing his lips from hers, he let out a groan.
His chest felt tight, and for a few seconds, he just stood there, intimately joined to her. It was exquisite, the pleasure so much that he felt as if he would die from it.
His fingers bit into her flesh. The bed was behind them, but he could not think of that now.
"Deacon." Her voice was whisper soft, a caress that slithered over his skin and had him take her lips in a kiss just as soft, sweet, and potent. He moved them right there in the middle of the room; he drove into her, hands wandering over her silken skin as he filled her to bursting.
She clung to him and felt the tears gathering at the back of her eyes as she gave everything to this unpredictable man who had stormed into her life. Suddenly, she wanted everything - to erase the past and allow them to have a future together.
He walked backward with her, never ending the kiss and unerringly lowering her onto the bed, still thrusting, his lips still fused to hers. Pulling her up against the pillows, he covered her body with hers, increasing the pace until they were both lost in the ecstasy- the intense building of passion that was taking over.
Deacon was unaware that he was giving her something of himself that he had never dared to give anyone before, not even when he had thought himself in love with his wife. She came then, her fingers digging into his back.
He followed her, his long, lean body shuddering on top of hers, racked by the powerful climax. When he was done, he turned onto his side and drew her against him, his arms wrapped around her. Settling against his chest, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Chapter 11
He was gone when she woke up the following day. It was not a big surprise. Easing up against the pillows, she pulled the covers he had drawn up over her before he left.
She had forgotten to put the alarm on last night, making it easy for him to go without waking her. Propping her chin on her drawn-up knees, she closed her briefly and took a shaky breath.
She was in love with him. There was absolutely no doubt about that. And there was something else. They had made love without using anything. She was also sure that was not something he usually did.
She was not sure she was in her ‘safe period’; that was something she would have to check out. She did not want him accusing her of trying to trap him if there was a possibility of her getting pregnant.
