After she’d buckled up, Deacon said, “While we’re on the subject—”
“Is this where you tell me you don’t like blow jobs?” she retorted.
He snatched her hand and pressed it on the bulge straining against his zipper. “Does that feel like I’d hate the idea of my dick buried in your mouth?”
“No.” Molly removed her hand and blew out a frustrated breath. “Sorry. It’s the first time a man has offered to fulfill all my sexual fantasies. I got excited and wanted to reciprocate.”
“Killing me here, woman.”
“What can I say? I’ve always been a giver.”
That earned her a smile.
“As soon as we’re outta this car, I’m gonna be on you. Now, get back to the book.”
She murmured, “Yes, sir.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DEACON unloaded everything—including his own luggage since he planned on spending the night with her—from Molly’s car onto the sidewalk in front of her apartment building. Then he curled his hand around the back of her neck and brought them face-to-face.
“Don’t even think about hauling all this shit upstairs by yourself, understand?”
Molly briefly berated herself for liking his bossy behavior before she let it go. She flattened her palm on his chest. “Will you punish me if I disobey you?”
Those pale blue eyes flared with heat.
Intrigued by his response, she closed the distance between their mouths. Keeping their eyes locked, she brushed her lips across his. “Will you spank me? Or tie me up? Like Colin did to Caitlin?”
“Maybe I’ll not touch you at all.”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
Deacon’s lips twitched. “Yeah, pretty much an idle threat, because you know I can’t keep my hands off you, babe.” He kissed her hard and slapped her ass. “But I’m not kiddin’ about you taking that stuff up without my help.”
“Gotcha.”
Immediately after Deacon turned the corner toward the parking area, the front door to the apartment complex opened and Molly’s friend Nina walked out.
Nina seemed startled to see her. “Hey.” She eyed the pile of luggage. “Going somewhere fun, I hope?”
“No. Just getting back from my grandma’s funeral.”
She crossed over and hugged Molly. “Damn. I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t . . . unexpected, I guess.”
“Still. It’s gotta be hard.”
Molly didn’t know what to say to that. She’d better have a stock answer ready, since Nina likely wouldn’t be the only one to express concern for her mental well-being.
“Anyway. It’s good to see you.”
“You’re on your way to work?” Nina wore bright blue scrubs with images of grumpy cats.
“Yeah, but I can take a minute and help you carry this stuff up to your apartment.”
“Thanks, but my boyfriend is parking the car. He’ll help me.”
Nina smiled. “Boyfriend, huh? Is that why I haven’t seen much of you?”
“Partially. It’s also been crazy at work.”
“I feel you there. But I miss hanging out with you. We always managed to find trouble somewhere.”
“That we did. So what about you? How’s the hospital?”
“The ER is always busy. I’ve been working tons of OT since we’re short staffed.”
“Any new guys in Nina’s love life?”
Nina shook her head. “All the men I’ve run into lately are douche nozzles. Even a fast fuck hasn’t been worth the hassle.” She sucked in a quick breath. “But I’d make an exception for the badass dude strolling up the sidewalk.”
“Nina—”
“Don’t be scared, but there is an extremely dangerous-looking hottie moving toward us.”
Before Molly could respond, Deacon’s hands landed on her hips and he planted a hot kiss on the side of her neck. “Hey, babe.”
Deacon’s show of possession thrilled her to her toes.
“Nina, this is my boyfriend, Deacon. Deacon, this is my next-door neighbor, Nina.”
“It’s great to meet you,” Nina said with a grin. “You have excellent taste in girlfriends.”
“That I do.”
Nina’s gaze kept zooming between them. “Well, I hope we can catch up soon, Molly.”
“We will. I promise.”
As they watched her walk away, Deacon put his mouth on Molly’s ear. “I hope her bedroom wall isn’t on the other side of yours.”
“Plan on banging my headboard loud enough that it’ll scare the neighbors?”
“Oh yeah.” His breath teased her ear, sending chills down the right side of her body. He released her and loaded himself up like a pack mule, leaving Molly with just her roller bag.
“Show-off.”
Molly was surprised Mr. Cardio didn’t insist they hoof it up the three flights of stairs but allowed them to take the elevator. Her apartment complex tended to be quiet since the majority of the residents were students. But tonight the silence felt stifling, as if the floor were deserted. And it didn’t help that Deacon was breathing down her neck as she cranked her keys into the door locks. “Stop crowding me.”
“I haven’t begun to crowd you.” Deacon used his teeth on the section of skin where her shoulder flowed into her neck. “I’ve had a hard-on since you started reading that book. Imagining all the ways I wanna do you.” He flicked his tongue over the cord straining in her neck. “Fuck, woman. Hurry up.”
Click. The last lock tumbled.
After she’d opened the door, she reached back for the handle of her roller bag. Her hand connected with the hardness between Deacon’s legs, and he hissed.
Molly spun around. “Sorry.”
“Inside.”
She snagged the handle and had made it into the living room when she heard the door slam, followed by a series of thumps.
Then Deacon was on her. His mouth hungry. His hands greedy as he pulled her tank top over her head.
Molly yanked on his skintight shirt, equally eager to strip him. After he ditched his shirt, his mouth was back on hers, his fingers tugging to unhook her bra as he backed her down the hallway toward her bedroom.
Her heart beat like mad. Her thoughts went fuzzy, the word more repeated in her head—even her blood began to thrum with a tribal cadence. Her near nakedness only increased the burning need to feel his skin gliding against hers.
The instant he freed her breasts, his hands were squeezing and caressing. Deacon’s fingers followed the curve of her belly, slipping beneath the elastic waistband of her capris, tugging the material—and her underwear—down her hips.
Panting, Molly stopped to kick her bottoms away and flattened her palms on Deacon’s bare chest, pushing him against the wall.
“Gimme that mouth.”
Deacon’s fevered kiss fueled her raging need. She fumbled with the button on his camo shorts and attacked his zipper. One quick tug and his shorts hit the floor. When she realized he’d gone commando, she ripped her mouth free and dropped to her knees. She had her lips around the wet tip of his cock and was sucking his shaft into her mouth before he knew what hit him.
“Jesus!”
She got only two bobs of her head in before Deacon hauled her back to her feet.
He wrapped one hand beneath her jaw to keep her from talking. “I’m too far gone to handle a blow job. I need to fuck you first.” Then his mouth was on hers again, his voracious kiss laced with sweet desperation.
Molly moved Deacon’s other hand from where he’d clamped it on her ass and pushed it between her thighs.
He groaned in her mouth.
Her smile ended the kiss.
“Bed. Now.” He bent down and snagged a condom out of his back pocket. Then, amid soft kisses on her neck and collarbone, he propelled her backward into her bedroom.
The sheets and pillows were still rumpled from the night she’d left for Nebraska. The night Deacon had been here watching her. It seemed like ages ag
o.
Deacon flung the covers aside and rolled on the condom.
The man wasn’t messing around.
Molly stretched out on the mattress, her fingertips grazing the headboard, every muscle and tendon vibrating with anticipation.
Crawling between her legs, he leveled his body on hers. He didn’t ask if she was ready. He guided himself inside her with a slow glide. “You’re wet for me, babe.”
She twined her arms around his neck. “You’re hard for me, babe.”
He laughed. Then he started to move, his eyes intent on hers. “Every time is different with you. But every time is good.”
“This is my favorite.” Molly ran her fingers down his spine. “Your weight on me. And I can touch you and taste you.”
Deacon slanted his lips over her and started with the drugging kisses that matched the slow and steady rhythm of his thrusts.
This was perfect.
He was perfect.
No one else saw him this way. She’d never expected he could be so loving—and still be so . . . Deacon. While they’d fucked half a dozen times in the motel room, this was different.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he urged against her mouth.
As soon as she’d locked her ankles over his thighs, Deacon shifted his weight, allowing his mouth to reach her breasts. The angle change put almost constant pressure on her clit. By the sixth grinding thrust, she felt that warning tingle.
“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that, Deacon.”
He lifted his head from her chest to say, “Why do you think I’m doin’ it?”
“You’re already close?”
“Been thinking about doin’ you for hours, so yeah.” He pressed a kiss in her cleavage. “Come for me. I wanna watch.”
Before she could ask him to ramp it up, he did. She slipped her hands down his back, reveling in his shudder when she dug her nails into his tight butt cheeks. “Like that. Don’t stop.” When his cock connected with her G-spot, she flattened her palms and held him there while he continued to pump his hips.
The tiny warning throb became a full-blown orgasm; her pussy tightened, her clit spasmed, and her nipples went diamond hard against Deacon’s chest.
Toward the end, when she bowed upward to prolong the mind-blowing sensations, Deacon opened his mouth over her throat and sank his teeth in before he sucked softly on her skin.
That set her off again.
By the time her sanity returned, Deacon had rested his full weight on her as he buried his face in her hair.
They stayed like that, catching their breath, Molly’s hands running over his head, neck, and back. Finally, she murmured, “Deacon, you have to move so I can get my pajamas on.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You’ll sleep naked with me.”
She bristled. “You’re a little bossy in my bed, aren’t you?”
“Warned ya, babe. I’m bossy in any bed.”
“But I don’t like to sleep in the nude.”
“If you get cold, I’ll warm you up.”
More like he’d get her so hot the mattress might combust.
He did move to ditch the condom. When he returned, his face immediately went to her chest. He nuzzled the swell of her left breast and tenderly caressed the same spot on her right breast. “You don’t wanna wake up to me doin’ this to you?” He followed the curve of her flesh to her nipple, softly brushing his warm lips over the puckered tip.
She sighed and arched into him.
The reverence in his attention thrilled her. She’d never had a boyfriend who constantly had to have his hands on her the way Deacon did.
Had it been like this for all the women he’d been with?
“Ask me.”
That startled her. “What?”
“Something’s on your mind. Ask me.”
Molly let her palm drift over the top of his perfect head. “I like how you’re always touching me.”
“But?”
“No buts.” She lazily swept her knuckles down the stubble on his jaw. “I just wondered if you’ve been touchy-feely with your other girlfriends.”
Deacon froze.
So did she, afraid he’d be angered by the question and revert to his what—and who—came before doesn’t matter answer.
“I’ll answer that if you tell me how many boyfriends you’ve had, including Tim, who was all too fucking happy to share that he’d popped your cherry.”
Tim, you jackass. “I didn’t date Tim. In fact, I had zero dates in high school. I dated a few guys in college. I didn’t have sex with all of them. None were ever serious. I hit a boyfriend dry spell after I moved to Denver. So fewer than six boyfriends total.” She paused. “Wait—am I supposed to include one-night hookups in that?”
“Jesus. No.” He propped himself up on one elbow and toyed with a section of her hair. “Two things. First, I wanted to ask you out for a long damn time before I actually did.”
“What stopped you?”
Deacon’s eyes searched hers. “At first? You.”
“Me? Yeah, sure. I was so freakin’ intimidating in all my timid, doughy, out-of-shape glory.”
“Molly, you started taking self-defense classes because you’d been attacked,” he said gently. “You’d cringe whenever one of the instructors you didn’t know got close to you. Including me.”
Embarrassment heated her face. “I don’t remember doing that.” Without downplaying the assault, she knew the random mugging had given her the wake-up call she’d needed to change all aspects of her life. But it made sense now when she’d dated Sandan Zach that he’d insisted on taking the physical side at a snail’s pace.
“The day I walked into my kickboxing classes and saw you in the back row? You might’ve been scared shitless, but you were there. After a few weeks, I’d stand outside the room before class and listen to you. Christ, woman. You had this genuine happy laugh that just . . . got to me. As the weeks went on, your determination told me a lot about the kind of person you are.”
“The jerky way you acted to me in class should’ve told you that I didn’t like the kind of person you are.”
Deacon grinned. “I know. Makes me a pervert, but when you started sassing back? That’s when I knew—”
“That you and me were gonna happen?” she teased.
“Smart-ass.”
“You knew what?”
“That you weren’t scared of me.” He continued to play with a long curl of hair. “A lot of women are.”
Oh, you sweet, tough man. She had to ignore his show of vulnerability and keep things light or he’d close right back up.