“I want you,” I gritted out. “Inside me.”
“You sure you can handle it?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, goddammit. Please, I need—”
He lifted his head, his green eyes burning with intensity as he stared me down. “Say it. You need me.”
My hands curled into the bed sheets, my bottom lip gripped between my teeth, because his thumb pressed against my clit and I wanted more. “I need you.”
“I know you do.”
Cocky. He leaned over and nabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans on the floor and rolled it down his cock.
“I was just talking about sex,” I said. “I need sex. That’s all I need from you.”
“Liar.” He pressed the head to my entrance but went no further.
“Deacon,” I said, frustrated.
“This is not a fling, Keira. It’s not a one-night stand. It’s not sex with no strings attached. You and I both know it’s more than that. It has been from the day we met.”
One hand shot out and he grasped my nipple between his thumb and index finger, increasing the pressure. Pain-spiked pleasure coursed through my body as he rolled my nipple and gave me another teasing push with his cock like he was trying to punish me for suggesting this was anything less than what it was.
“Tell me this means something to you.”
“Deacon,” I whispered. I didn’t want him to crack through the last of my defenses, but I wanted him, and I needed him, and he always saw through my lies, so I told the truth. “You mean something to me. I just don’t know what that is yet.”
It was honest, at least.
His lips curved into a smile as if my answer made him happy. He wanted to know that he mattered to me. And he did.
“We’ll figure it out.” He sounded so confident that I almost believed him.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he slammed home with one thrust and I arched into his lean, muscled body. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. His dirty-blond hair falling into his eyes and that face that could be pretty if it wasn’t for the strong jawline and the feral look in his green eyes.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said. “You’re everything I knew you would be.”
Those were the last words he spoke before he gripped my calves and lifted my legs until they rested on his shoulders. Then he began to pound into me. Over and over. Readjusting the angle and my position so he could get deeper and, oh God, he filled me up so much. And still I wanted more of him. I was greedy and needy and insatiable.
My vision blurred as he worked his hips and never slowed his pace. An orgasm like I’d never experienced before gathered inside me, building with every thrust until I teetered on the very precipice, only seconds away from falling.
Deacon pushed me over the edge mercilessly, and I would have said or done anything he asked just to feel this high again. Oh God, I was an addict.
He slid his hand between my legs and pressed his thumb over my clit and I was done. Gone. The orgasm rocked me to the core. My scream was loud enough to wake the neighbors, but I didn’t even care that he had smugly predicted this. It was amazing.
I rode out the orgasm, slowly coming down from my high, my vision clearing. Seconds later, Deacon’s own roar sounded as his hips stilled and his cock pulsed inside me.
Sweat dripped from his face, and my own skin was slick even though a cool breeze blew from my open window.
“Guess I can handle you,” I said.
And then we laughed because this was all kinds of crazy and wonderful and terrible and we both knew that sex wouldn’t get us out of each other’s systems. It scared me but thrilled me too. Like a turbo-charged ride to an unknown destination.
He shook his head, looking a little dazed and squeezed my hip before he slid out from between my legs. I immediately felt the loss and wished I didn’t. Rolling onto my side, I watched him as he crossed to the bathroom and disappeared inside. Then I tossed all the extra pillows on the floor to make room for him and pulled the sheet over my body. My head propped up on three pillows, I lay still as a statue.
Deacon returned within moments, lifted the sheet and slid under it. He turned me over, discarded one of my pillows, and pulled me back into his warm body, his arm wrapped around me, pinning me against him.
“What have you done to me?” I whispered into the shadows of my room.
