I was just sitting on a stool like a lump, being of no help whatsoever, too busy being infatuated to do anything useful.
“I could use some help but not with the cooking.”
My eyes lowered to the zipper of his jeans. He chuckled. “Dirty girl. I need some plates. And you can set the table.”
“Huh.” I got him two plates from the cupboard and collected utensils, napkins and placemats for the table. I had recently acquired a glass table and four upholstered chairs from Connor and Ava’s apartment. I’d insisted that I wouldn’t use a dining table and chairs and they’d be better off putting it on eBay, but Ava had ignored me so now I was making good use of it.
By the time I set the table, our late-night dinner was ready, and we carried our plates of food and the wooden salad bowl into the dining area and sat across from each other at the table.
“This is amazing,” I said, shoveling another forkful of chicken and couscous into my mouth. “So much better than my Ramen and ready meals.”
“You set the bar high. Not sure how I topped that.”
I laughed and took a sip of wine while The Smiths sang about a double-decker bus crashing into us and the rain pelted the metal table and chairs outside my open glass doors. It smelled like summer rain and possibility. And sex. I had sex on the brain. Idly, I thought that I wouldn’t mind dying by his side.Thatwas how far gone I was.
It felt like we were cocooned in our own little world, cut off from everything and everyone but reality was right outside our door.
“Do all undercover cops live like this? Cut off from family and friends?” I asked as he rinsed, and I loaded the dishwasher.
“Depends on the assignment.”
“Would you get in trouble if they found out you were hanging out with me?” I loaded the last of our dinner dishes and leaned my hip against the door to close it. He grabbed my ass and pulled me flush against his body.
“It’s not me I worry about. I always make sure I’m not being followed. To your place,” he clarified, his lips moving to my neck. “A couple times I didn’t come over. Thought better of it.”
“Do you ever get scared?”
He shrugged. “There’s always the fear that I’ll get made. That some guy I busted before is going to recognize me and rat me out. So far, I’ve been lucky. My worlds haven’t collided.”
So far.
Hanging out with an undercover cop wasn’t a lot different from being with a criminal. I wondered what it meant that of all the guys I could have gone for, I had chosen him. One of the good guys, doing a dangerous job. Maybe that was the appeal. The hint of danger.
He skimmed his hands over my stomach, dragging the material of my T-shirt up and over my head. He tossed it on the floor and unhooked my bra with one hand. Sliding the straps down my arms, he cupped my breast and squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My body heated and my eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping my mouth.
“Since this is a fling…” I said. “I think we should get this out of our system.”
“A fling, huh?”
“Mmhmm.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my cotton shorts and tugged them down with my underwear. They pooled at my ankles and he lifted me up, my legs cinching around his waist as he carried me, our lips locked in a kiss. I was naked and he was fully clothed and that seemed unfair.
Deacon tossed me onto the bed and my back hit the mattress. He reached for the back of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, and I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch him undress in the dim shadows of my room.
“You think sex will help us get each other out of our system?” he asked.
“Yes,” I lied, taking in the view of his naked body. Golden skin stretched over bone and muscle. I’d never given much thought to penises before and had never considered them beautiful but his was. Straight and long and thick, the skin smooth and velvety. I’d never wanted to go down on anyone before but with him, I had wanted to do it.
He knelt over me, his hands pressing my legs apart as his mouth lowered to my center.
“Do you want this?”
Oh God. Yes. I wanted everything he had to give me.
I lifted my hips, trying to reach him, but Deacon’s hands clamped over my thighs and held me down.
My hands found their way to his blond head, and it took all my self-control not to shove his face between my legs. A plea left my lips and he began to devour me. He licked and tugged and sucked at my clit until I was arching up and writhing against him. And when one finger slid inside me, I knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed him to fill me up inside, to give me something he’d been denying me for weeks.
