“We do have other things going on in our lives.”
Sitting up, I meet his gaze. “Really exciting things.”
That gets me a smile, the ghost of a dimple in his cheek, and my stomach warms. “Tell me about your week. I want to know more about this mysterious portrait commission.”
My stomach is tight, but I don’t want to let anything burst our bubble. “She’s a very rich old woman, very difficult. But I’m building a bridge.”
“Like Winona Judd?” He leans forward, tracing his lips along mine, tickling my insides with heat.
“It’s a popular name.”
“If anyone can do it, you can.”
We spend the next several minutes lost in a haze of lust and heat and kisses. Deacon slides his mouth into my hair, pulling on the shell of my ear. Whispering hot promises of what he wants to do to me. I’m lost in the sensation of his lips against mine, his hands, his touch.
His dick is hard on my thigh, and he groans roughly. “I left my car out front in plain sight of everyone.”
I stand, lowering the sweatpants I’m wearing and climbing him in a straddle. “Then we’d better make this quick.”
Rising onto my knees, I cover his mouth with mine, sliding my tongue along his as his long fingers thread in the side of my panties, gripping my ass. My center heats, and I move against him.
His fingers trace a line to the middle of my thighs, and I exhale a moan as he drags them up and down my clit, circling and massaging as I ride his hand.
My voice breaks with desire. “I need you now.”
Our hands fumble together, unfastening his pants, lowering them so his cock springs free, so I can line it up and drop, closing my eyes as he fills me, moaning so loud, his large hand fumbles to cover my mouth, thick fingers slipping between my teeth.
My pelvis rocks, and I’m grinding. His face is in my hair, close to my ear, so I can hear his rough breathing, his groans of desire.
“Angel…” It’s a hiss of need as his hips lift, driving his cock deeper into me.
His brow furrows, and he lies back on my bed. I lean forward on him, riding fast and hard, feeling the sensations as they whip me higher, tighter, twisting my insides. My breasts bounce, nipples tight, and I can’t get enough.
My thighs tighten, my insides tighten, the friction is more than I can bear. My brain is on fire, and I can’t slow the movements of my body. It’s primal, instinctive. I’m chasing the orgasm that’s so close… right there…
“Oh, God…” I gasp as it breaks. My legs shudder, and my back arches as the pleasure shoots through me like a shock. “Oh…” I can’t stop the release.
Deacon’s hands tighten on my ass, gripping me and moving me up and down on his cock as he breaks.
I feel him pulsing. His lips are at my ear as he comes. “Angel…” It’s half-prayer, half-groan, causing my core to squeeze.
We hold each other, not caring about the world around us, not worried about the hate or who might find us. We’re like we’ve always been, in our own place of love and desire and need and satisfaction.
Deacon holds me, rolling us to the side so I’m facing him on the bed. He kisses my nose, my cheek, my lips. “I love you so much.”
My heart warms, and I rise up to kiss him back. “I love you.”
“Little seductress.” He exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “What will I do with you?”
“Stay with me forever.”
“If only.” He starts to rise, but I hold him.
“Deacon…”
“Angel…” He leans down again, resting his head against my breast. “You make it so hard for me.”
“Why should I make it easy?” I grin, holding him, loving how hard it is for him to leave me.