His lips quirked into a wry smile. “What social life? I’m either at MDOL during the week or working my property on weekends. I don’t date. I cancel more plans than I keep.” He inhaled. “But with you… Ava, we have something. I know sex isn’t everything, but it’s a part of it, and damn, we’re good at that. Maybe everything else will fall into place.”
She studied his face, saw the genuine warmth there. A slow smile curved her lips. “I’d like to try.”
“Me too.”
She reached out, brushing her fingertips against his hand. “And hey, I never did taste those legendary burgers you keep talking about.”
He chuckled. “First place we’ll go after you move in with me.”
“Am I sleeping in the spare bedroom?” she teased softly.
He shrugged; eyes narrowed. “If that’s what you want. You can sleep wherever makes you happiest.”
Her pulse quickened. “What if that’s next to you?”
Deacon drew in a breath. “I’d love that. I think we could have something special, but I won’t pressure you.”
“What if I pressure you?”
Ava stood from the sofa and held out her hand. He took it, rising to his feet, and she led him down the hall to her bedroom. Light from the hallway spilled across the floorboards as she reached for the doorknob.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice hushed.
She paused, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers and the promise in his eyes. “Positive. It’s all I’ve thought about. We know this part is good, and we can build on that.”
“Absolutely,” he murmured.
Gently, she closed the door behind them, and the soft click of the latch felt like the opening of a new episode.
Deacon’s hands were already on her, rough and hungry, his fingers clawing at the hem of her shirt like he was starving for the taste of her skin. She didn’t wait, either, her nails raked down his chest, then peeled off his shirt to reveal the hard, chiseled muscle beneath. His abs flexed under her touch, and she moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his lips as they crashed into hers.
Their kiss was a war, tongues tangling, lips bruising. Deacon’s hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of herbra, gently squeezing until she gasped into his mouth. She retaliated by yanking his belt open, the leather sliding free with a hiss, and her hand dove straight for his cock, already straining against the confines of his jeans. He groaned, deep and guttural, as her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him through the fabric, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
“Fuck, Ava,” he growled, his voice rough with need. He spun her around, pinning her against the wall, his hips grinding into her ass as he worked her jeans down her legs. She kicked them off, her panties following in a flimsy scrap of lace that didn’t stand a chance. His hands slid up her thighs, spreading her wide, and he groaned at the sight of her. He turned her to face him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck, then he dropped to his knees. His tongue was on her in an instant, lapping at her slit like a man possessed. Ava’s head fell back against the wall, her fingers tangling in his hair as she trembled. His tongue flicked her clitoris, slow and deliberate, until she was gasping his name like a prayer.
“Deacon, please. I need you inside me,” she begged, her voice shaking with desperation. He stood, his cock springing free from his jeans, thick and throbbing. He quickly rolled on a condom, then grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Do you want me?” he growled; his eyes dark with lust. “Tell me. I need to hear it.”
“Please,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Deacon. I want you so much.”
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Ava put her hand over her mouth and screamed, her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely. He didn’t give her a second to adjust, he pulled out almost all the way before driving back in, setting a punishing pace that had her bouncing against the wall with every thrust. He leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking as he fucked her hard against the wall.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against her skin, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was nothing short of primal. “So tight around me, Ava.”
“You feel so good too,” she gasped, her own orgasm building with every thrust. “Deacon, please.”
He growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge. Ava’s own climax hit her like a freight train, clamping down on his cock as she came hard, her screams muffled by his mouth on hers. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came.
Deacon put his head on her shoulder and kissed her neck, then he turned, while holding her and walked to the bed where they collapsed onto it in a tangled heap of sweat, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of it.
“Damn, baby. It gets better every time.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, then she kissed his chest. “I think we have that part down pretty well.”
Deacon chuckled. “I agree.” He rolled to his back.
