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When Tiff emerges some two minutes later, she stops dead in her tracks, looking at the mask lying on her pillow. “What is that?”
“You tell me.” My voice is strained as I fight to keep my hips still.
Hers is wounded. “You went through my bag?”
“Well, it was talking, so…”
Her face turns a violent shade of red. “How much did you hear?” she whispers.
“Enough.” My eyes dart to my lap briefly before finding hers again, only to realize her gaze followed mine, and is now settled on the tent in my pants.
As her tongue darts out to caress her lip an idea worms its way into my head. A really bad idea, but one I can’t ignore now that it’s there.
“Play it again.”
“What?” Her eyes snap to mine.
“You heard me.”
“I… You want to listen to that scene? Together?”
“I want to do more than listen. Unless you’re satisfied for the night.”
Another wave of red floods her cheeks as she realizes I’ve guessed exactly what she was up to in the bathroom, and knowing that she needed to take the edge off before sharing a bed with me just fuels my need to take this further. Within reason.
“I don’t understand,” she sputters despite bravely holding my gaze. “You told me before you’d be risking Cade’s wrath if you touched me.”
“That’s why I’m going to touchme, not you. Just like that scene.” I should feel guilty suggesting this—she deserves better than me stealing an intimate moment when she has no idea how I feel. But this might be the only chance I get to have something with her, especially if she goes through with this moving idea. Shitty – yeah. But we’ve already established that I’m not an honorable guy so… I might as well let myself have this one thing before she’s out of my life for good.
When she bites her lip suggestively, I know she’s going to agree.
“You ever hear the saying what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” She nods her head. “This is our Vegas, Tiff. Do not breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“Okay. So, should we listen to the story, or do you want to play narrator?”
Chapter 10
Tiff
Therapidriseandfall of Deacon’s chest tells me he’s barely hanging on, and while I wish that could be attributed to me instead of the scene playing over the speaker, I can’t complain about this turn of events. I can’t even bring myself to feel embarrassed by what he’s hearing, seeing as how it brought us to the moment I’ve been fantasizing about for years.
“Get undressed,” he growls as he angles the armchair to face the bed.
“Only if you do,” I retort, not willing to waste an opportunity to look my fill.
His nostrils flare as he stares me down, then without warning he whips his shirt over his head, giving me an unobstructed view of his broad chest and sculpted abs.
Oh. My. God.His smooth skin is still somehow sun-kissed despite the cold, likely from all the time he spends outdoors. A dusting of hair surrounds his nipples, with a darker patch trailing from his navel out of sight. I suspected Deacon’s body would be to die for since his work is so physical, but this is next level. His torso could grace book covers.I wonder…My eyes drift down as my tongue trails over my bottom lip.
“Fuck. You’re just as desperate to see me as I am you.” His hooded gaze meets mine, and all I can do is nod.
“We’ll get there. But first it’s your turn.”
Obediently, I lift my shirt over my head, holding my breath as his eyes travel over me. I feel them settle on my chest, which is a bit larger than average for my height, and right now, bare.
His hand flexes over the top of his pants. “Damn you’ve got beautiful tits. I want to mold them in my hands until I feel your nipples go hard and pinch those rosy points between my fingers.”
“Yes.” I take a step toward him only to have him thrust his hand up like a stop sign.
