Deck shut the door behind Vic and I didn’t waste any time. “So, you going to tell me what Kai was talking about?”
Deck took his time before he answered. “Yes.”
I waited.
Deck didn’t look happy—at all. Actually, he looked uneasy and tense. Shit, something was off. Badly off. I preferred when he was angry because then I could easily sass him and try and get him to bend. This … this was a Deck I didn’t know. I started for him and didn’t stop until I was pressed against him. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
He tilted his head down, lifted my chin with the tip of his finger and met my eyes. They were soft and gentle, the warmth of milk chocolate swirling in the depths. “I can’t fix this.”
“Deck—”
“Georgie.” Shit. Just the way he said my name made me tear up. “I can’t fix this,” he repeated. Then he leaned closer, snaked his arm around my waist and kissed me.
It was a beginning of something new between us. A truth lay in the way our mouths met and became linked. It was nothing like how he’d ever kissed me before. No, this was purity and it made me his that much more.
“I can’t fix this,” he said again between kisses.
I wrapped myself into him, feeling the pain in his words. Knowing that whatever he couldn’t fix was bad—really bad, because Deck thought he could fix everything.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “We need to sort this shit out.”
Yeah, I figured that, but feeling the torment in Deck was like I was being pulled apart, limbs left hanging weak and unable to bring him into me. I needed that. I had to have that before whatever torment he was dealing with became mine.
“Do you love me?”
His eyes closed and it was as if he was letting go when he sagged against me and I held him. “I’ve always loved you, Georgie. Always.” In one swoop, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He laid me on the mattress and followed so his weight was on top of me. Then his hand tucked my blue strands behind my ears. “You’re my rainbow. The brilliant colors of you make me whole. Without your colors, I’m just a man living in the dark.”
A tear slipped from my eye and he leaned forward and kissed it then drizzled sweet kisses down my cheek, across my nose and to my lips where he lingered.
I put my hands in his hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept into the warmth and we melted into one another in an orchestra of a soft melody. It was beauty and an awakening. It was discovering a part of one another kept veiled behind curtains of hidden secrets.
My hands went under his shirt and lifted. He shifted to the side and yanked it off, throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled mine over my head and my bra followed. His hands stroked a path up my arms, which I had above my head.
His head lowered to my breast and I shivered, arching into him as his mouth took hold of my nipple and sucked. The warmth spreading over me was like a heated blanket of home.
“Baby,” I moaned as he nipped the sensitive nipple then soothed it with his tongue. He did the same to the other then trailed kisses down the center of my core. “What about Kai, Tyler and Vic?”
“They left.” He yanked down my track pants and I lifted my butt to help. The touch of his hands on the bare flesh of my hips sent an intense ache between my thighs and I arched toward him, closing my eyes, hands curling into the pillow. I expected him to touch me.
He didn’t.
I opened my eyes and looked at him hovering over me. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time as his eyes roamed over my naked body, inch by inch. I felt … yeah, he made me feel beautiful.
Robbie made me an abstract of confusion and darkness with my back as his canvas. Deck couldn’t erase the embedded emotional pain of who I became from that, but he made it better.
His eyes met mine and the torment I saw earlier was pushed back to be blanketed by desire. “I’m never letting go.”
I knew why he said that. Whatever torment lingered wouldn’t be pretty and he was making it clear no matter what happened, he was never letting me go.
I gasped as his finger slipped into my wetness and then his tongue followed. I moaned. “Deck.”
He drove his finger inside me as he suckled on my clit. His other hand stayed on my hip, pushing me down so I couldn’t move as he tortured me with his mouth. The ache built and built until I was squirming beneath him.