He ran a hand through his hair, relief easing hisshoulders as he stood. “Perfect. I’ll take a couple of days off to set it up. I should head back, early start tomorrow.”
Ava rose, smoothing the fabric of her jeans. “Already?”
He hooked a finger under the rim of his hat on the rack. “I’ve been going back and forth chasing leads. Still need to pin down Winchester’s involvement. Smith’s holding out, but I’ll crack him.”
A shadow passed across her face. “Maybe Smith’s clean.”
Deke paused at the door, his hand on the knob. He turned to her; gaze steady. “He was caught red-handed, Ava. My gut’s rarely wrong. I’ll get the truth.” He placed his hat on his head and slipped out.
Chapter Eight
As he strode toward his truck, the door opened behind him. He looked back to see Ava standing on the porch, faint evening light haloing her.
“Deacon?” she called softly.
He came back to the steps. “Yeah?”
Her throat bobbed in a nervous swallow. “I—” She shook her head, then squared her shoulders. “I want you to stay with me tonight.” Deke stared at her for a beat, his brows lifting. “It’s okay if you don’t—” She shook her head. “I never forgot that night with you,” she said, voice husky, “and no other man has ever made me feel like that.”
He closed the gap, taking two steps at a time to reach her, cupped her face in his hands, and brushed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first and then fierce, as if it had been a lifetime coming. Pulling back, he searched her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Deke’s hands were already trembling as he scooped Ava up, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness, her ass pressing into his forearms as he carried her to the bed. Her breath hitched, her breasts heaving against his chest, and he could feel the heat radiating off her like she was a damn furnace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her thighs squeezing him with a desperation that made his cock throb in his jeans. He didn’t even bother with the door, just kicked it shut with his boot, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.
“I never realized how much I’ve missed you,” he growled, his voice rough and low, like gravel dragged over silk. Ava’s lips crashed into his, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a hunger that made his knees weak. Her hands were everywhere, tugging at his shirt, clawing at his back, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. He ripped his shirt off, the fabric tearing as it came away, and then his hands were on her, yanking her jeans down. The sound of her panties tearing was like music to his ears, and he tossed the scraps aside like they were worthless.
She was already wet, and Deke didn’t waste a second. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs. Her taste exploded on his tongue, sweet and salty, addictive, and he groaned into her, his tongue lapping at her clitoris like he was starving for it. Ava’s back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground herself against his mouth, her moans filling the room.
“Deacon!” she screamed, as his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her. She came hard, her body shaking as she screamed his name again, and Deke didn’t let up, driving her through it until she was trembling.
He stood up, his cock straining against his jeans, and Ava’s eyes locked on it like she was hypnotized. She reached for him, her fingers fumbling with his belt, and then his jeans were down around his ankles, his cock springing free, thick and hard and ready for her. Ava’s lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep, her throat opening up to swallow him whole. Deke’s head fellback, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as she sucked him like her life depended on it, her hands gripping his ass to pull him deeper.
“Damn, Ava,” he growled, his hands tightening in her hair as her lips stretched tight around his cock. He could feel the pressure building, but he wasn’t ready yet, not when he had plans for her. He pulled out of her mouth and took deep breaths to calm himself.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice rough with need, and Ava didn’t hesitate. She flipped over, got on her hands and knees and looked at him over her shoulder. Deke rolled on a condom, grabbed his cock, then he was pushing inside her, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Ava’s moan was almost a scream, clenching around him like a vice, and Deke had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then and there.
He started slow, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in as he fucked her harder and faster, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her moans turning into incoherent babbling as he pounded into her.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“You do too,” she said then screamed.
He could feel her tightening around him as another orgasm ripped through her. Deke felt it too, the pressure building until it was unbearable, and then he came, his cock pulsing inside her. When he finally pulled out, they were both drenched in sweat, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks. Deke collapsed onto the bed besideher, pulling her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breath. But even as they lay there, spent and exhausted, he could already feel the heat building between them again, because once was never enough with her.
“I’m glad you decided to move in with me,” he whispered.
Ava rolled onto her side to face him. “Me too. We’ll see if we can make this work.”
“I have no doubt we will, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead.
“Should I meet your family first?”
“You don’t have to. You can after you move in. It’s not like you’re living with them.” He shook his head. “I hate the idea of you meeting Hud.”
Ava sat up. “Why?”
