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But his taste?
It was nirvana dripped in caramel.
Impatience won and she pushed his shirt up. “Off. I want skin.”
He reached behind his head and jerked his shirt up. God, the rippling muscles of his stomach and the hair-dusted trail just above his navel made her nuts. She dragged an open-mouthed kiss along his pecs and laved her tongue around his nipple. He gripped her hair by the roots, maneuvering her mouth where he wanted it.
On his.
The kiss was dark and carnal. The aggressive Deacon that drove her completely insane. She loved that she didn’t have to lure it out of him all the time now. That he trusted her to know just how far to let things go.
He twisted his fingers into her belt loops, peeling the loose denim over her ass. She wiggled until he could get a hand under her. Goodbye jeans. She hissed as her bare ass met cold granite. Deacon shifted her pants down her thighs and stopped at the knee.
No way.
She couldn’t survive a Deacon tease-fest. Hard and fast. She had a schedule and a need that only he could feed, but when he lowered his mouth to the sensitive flesh behind her knee, she slumped back onto her elbows. He jerked her jeans off and opened her wide.
Unable to look away, she watched him lick and nip his way up her inner thigh. He hovered over her center, his breath a whisper of wet heat. The tip of his tongue grazed her clit once before he moved onto her other thigh. Hot, suctioning kisses with a teasing bite landed on every inch of her upper thigh, but not where she needed him.
“What part of quickie did you not understand, handsome?”
“I got here,” he swiped his tongue along the crease where her thigh met torso, “and decided you needed a little more than a quickie.”
She sunk her fingers into his thick, silky hair and steered him toward her much-ignored clit. “If you tease me any longer I’m going to make you regret it, buddy.”
“That’s my Lawless, always with the threats.” He gripped one thigh in each hand and split her open as far as she could go. She had to brace herself so she could stay upright. She needed to watch. She craved that first sucking lick that he always did. The sameness should make it boring, but it was the opposite. His touch was comfort and coercion. He knew just how to build her up until she couldn’t take any more.
She planted her hands behind her, willing him to do it. Her breaths came out in pants as he moved closer. As he looked up at her through the curtain of hair that had fallen forward, all predatory angles and intensity. The ends of his hair teased her over-sensitized flesh. He lowered his mouth, stopping just shy of her pussy.
Warm breath drifted over her swollen tissues. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands.
The very tip of his tongue slowly glided around the perimeter and lower. A subtle rasp of his tongue to taunt her. Bastard loved to torture her. The more out of control she became, the more focused he was in turn. He shifted her back and she went down on her elbows as he hooked her knees over his shoulders and closed his mouth over her, lifting her off the island.
She gasped out his name. Between the teasing and her tuned-up hormones she was too close to the edge. His tongue lashed over her clit amid strong, dragging pulls from his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” She tried to scoot back, to let go, but he held on, hollowing her out with his tongue then drinking his full. His mouth wet from her, his green-gold eyes blazing down at her as he demanded all. Gave her all.
Her shoulders barely touched the island. She was completely at his mercy and she wasn’t at all sure she saw mercy in his eyes at the moment. He folded his hands over her belly and held her tight. All the more effective for the utter destruction.
A clashing kaleidoscope of colors and sounds overwhelmed her senses. Silence and chaos became equals inside her body. He set her down, his tongue strumming her like his favorite bass. Steady and without fail as she shook in reaction.
Then his mouth was gone and the absence was almost painful. He dragged her to the edge of the counter, his thumb circling her clit, holding her there on the precipice. He lifted her legs up, resting both calves against one shoulder as he finally filled her.
He turned her so she fisted around him. So full. Frozen in time, she took each driving thrust. This is what she needed. The way he took her, the way his control fractured and her gentle giant went code red.
“Yes.”
His hold tightened on her legs. “Harper.”
She reached up, covering his hand. He opened her legs and she wrapped them around his waist as he pulled her up and into his arms. She took each relentless stroke, holding onto him with everything she had. Following him till the end as she always would.
He pressed his mouth into her neck as a growl worked its way out of his chest and into her skin. She fisted his hair, letting the sob free that had been bound inside of her. He held her close, safe and protected as she shuddered around him.
He carefully lifted her off the counter and carried her to the couch in the living room. He sat down, never dislodging himself. Still half hard, he throbbed inside of her. She groaned, unable to think let alone do anything but lay draped over his body.
“Deacon?”
He tucked his hand under her shirt and drew a lazy pattern over the skin of her lower back. “Hmm?”
