He slowly shook his head, movement dragging his lips across hers again. “That was a preview.”
“That was a show of machismo.”
“Needed to happen. Put your hands on me.”
Molly curled one hand around the back of his neck and pressed her palm over his heart.
Deacon’s tongue parted her lips and he took ownership of her mouth.
Talk about a breath-stealing kiss. She had no choice but to hold on tightly.
Once he’d finally relinquished her, she murmured, “Sorry for the nail gouges.”
He scraped his teeth over the hickey on her neck. “I’ll wear your marks with pride, babe, same as you wear mine.”
Could this man be any sexier? “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
“I hadn’t planned on bein’ here, but tomorrow Maddox is driving to Cheyenne to watch a guy he’s interested in signing. I told him I’d go along. We’re staying over, so I won’t be back until Thursday.”
“That sucks. Presley and I are headed to Boulder on Thursday for a photo shoot. The Divas have a bout there, so it’ll be late when we get back.” She paused. “What about Friday night?”
“Knox asked me to help him put up shelves in the baby’s room as a surprise for Shiori. Don’t know how long that’ll take.”
“Are you training Saturday?”
“Only until noon.” He hesitated, and she swore she felt the man blush in the dark. “Then we’re going hiking.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Pick a trail or two you wanna try.”
Thrilled that Deacon had actually listened to her, she peppered his face with kisses. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Babe,” he growled. “You missed my mouth.”
“Oh yeah?” Molly teased him like he’d teased her. A whisper-soft lash of her tongue across the seam of his mouth. Sinking her teeth into his plump lower lip. She wanted him as desperate for her kiss as she’d been for his. By the time they finally took a breath, her lips were kiss-swollen.
“Damn. It’s gonna be a long four days.”
“We could text.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I text slowly and I suck at spelling.”
“That’s a shame. I’ve always wanted to try sexting.”
His deep voice rumbled in her ear. “No words can describe how fucking hot it’ll be when I have the wet kiss of your pussy around my cock. Or how hard your heart will pound against mine when our bodies are slamming together.”
“You’re pretty good with words.”
“I’m even better with the real thing.” He stepped back, keeping his hands curled around her upper arms. “You hungry?”
“I’m never hungry after class. But I could sit with you while you’re eating.”
“I ate. So I was offering to sit with you.”
Molly laughed. “Walk me to my car before we get into trouble.”
“I think it’s way too late for that.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE sun glinted off Molly’s shiny brown hair as she waited in front of her apartment complex, looking as perky and fresh as a sunflower.
You are gone for her, man, and you haven’t even fucked her.
Yet.
She climbed in before he could jump out to help her. “Hey, I didn’t recognize—”
Deacon’s need to take the kiss he’d been craving for four long days overruled any warring thoughts about acting cool.
After sating himself on her taste, he rested his forehead to hers. “New rule. You gimme this mouth first thing.”
“Even before we say hello?”
“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips and murmured, “Hello.”
“You are high-handed. I can’t believe I like that about you . . . sometimes.” She buckled her seat belt. “Where’s your Mercedes?”
“In the parking garage.”
“So you have two vehicles?”
“Define vehicles.”
Molly held up her phone, and he watched her flick past screens.
“Whatcha doin’?”
“Opening my dictionary app.”
“I didn’t mean to literally define it.”
“Live and learn that I’m always literal.” Her thumbs moved fast. “Aha. Here it is. Vehicle: a means or machine used to carry or transport people or goods from one place to another.” She gave him a haughty look.
“Sometimes I fucking hate smartphones.”
“Answer the question.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up. “No, I don’t have two vehicles.”