Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

Reaching up, she pressed her lips to his, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth. On a groan, Deacon leaned forward, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. They lay together, tongues mating, lips locked for a few moments.

When Sara pulled back, she was breathing a little heavily. Pure lust in her eyes, she slowly dragged her hand down his chest.

Reaching up, taking her chin in his hand, he asked, “You’re sure? I don’t want to push if…”

In answer, she stroked it down his stomach to run her hand along his burgeoning erection.

Groaning, he cupped her face in his hands. Rolling over, he tucked her under him and brought his mouth back to hers. Running his hands along the lines of her body, he slowly stroked her over her clothes until, impatient to have him touch her bare skin, she broke the kiss and moved back to shimmy out of her tank top.

Sliding his hands over the newly bared skin, he brought his hands to her breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently over nipples until they began to tighten. Sara began to moan lightly and roll her hips. Moving down, he took one tight peak in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while he continued to tease the other with his hand.

Sara reached down and pulled his mouth back up to her own and said, “I really need you inside me. Now, please.”

Deacon, not one to argue, pulled off the gym shorts that he wore while she got rid of her boxers and panties. Once he had settled between her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Reaching down, he adjusted himself at her opening, and slid home.

Groaning as he realized how wet she was, he began to slowly slide in and out, taking his time. They made slow, sweet love under the covers, their mouths joined, rocking against each other until they both slipped into oblivion.

When they were both lying there, boneless and limp afterward, Deacon just tucked her into his side and they slept.

Chapter 20

It had been a couple of weeks since they’d gotten back from Florida. Between Sara’s schedule and his own, they’d not seen much of each other. Thankfully, he didn’t have any client meetings and she didn’t have any jobs, so they’d have tonight.

Things had been a little tense since they’d been back. Something had clearly shifted between them, but neither of them addressed it. Deacon had been stewing for a week or so about it.

When he’d shown up at Sara’s house that day, she’d been packed and booking a plane ticket. When was she going to call him and tell him she was going out of town?

Something really bugged him about that. She’d seemed so amazed that he was willing to go with her. Someone had died. Did she really think he was that big of an asshole that he’d let her go alone? Fuck. He’d told her that he was in love with her. What exactly did she think that meant to him?

Feeling a little bit of that familiar anger he seemed to be able to summon whenever he took a minute to think about it, he shook his head. He’d been a pretty decent guy. He’d not, since they started seeing each other recently, ever given her a reason to doubt him. Would it always be this way? Her expecting the worst of him? He didn’t know if he could handle that.

He was frustrated and didn’t know how to address it. He knew she was still feeling like shit about her dad, so the last thing he wanted to do was pile on to it, but, at some point, this needed to be discussed.

Deacon knew what he needed to do. He called Elle and found out what Sara’s schedule looked like for that weekend. Amazed to find it somewhat light, he asked her if she thought Sara would be up for a weekend away if he surprised her with a trip.

Elle said that Sara had been cranky and busy since they’d gotten back. Agreeing that they probably needed a weekend away, Elle said she’d work the jobs herself if she had to, in order to make sure Sara was free.

Looking at hotels on Catalina Island, he booked a room. He’d talk with her about it tonight. They could take the ferry over on Friday, then come back late Sunday. It would be perfect. They’d be able to spend some time together, relax. Maybe talk a little bit.

He didn’t like being at odds with her, but he felt like he was right now. If there was even a minuscule chance that their situation was fixable, then he would take it.

By 6:00 p.m., he’d made it to Sara’s. She met him at the door with a kiss. Apparently feeling ambitious, she’d made him a meal. Real food. Chicken, fingerling potatoes, and green beans.

Smiling he said, “That smells awesome!”

“Glad you think so, ‘cause that’s dinner,” she said, smirking.

After dinner, they sat on the couch with a glass of wine. Sara was peering at him closely and she finally asked, “Is something wrong? You’ve been funny since we got back from Florida.”

Sighing, Deacon set his glass down, untouched, then said, “I’m okay. Can I ask you something?”

Tilting her head, she said, “Sure. What’s up?”

“If I hadn’t shown up at your place, would you have called me and told me what was going on? Or would I have just gotten a text on the way to the airport?”

Blinking, Sara said, “I was kind of in shock. I’d like to think I would have called you. I only called Elle because it was work.”

“I’ve gotta say, the fact you seemed so surprised that I’d be willing to go with you? That kind of hurt my feelings. I don’t think I’ve been an asshole to you. I’m not overly selfish, am I? How could you think I’d just let you go do something like that on your own?”