Caged (Mastered 4)

“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 ago.

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.