“I have several, and most revolve around you,” he muttered. “Get undressed so I can fuck the stupid out of you.”
“Excuseme?”
“Oh man. When your eyes flash like that, I get impossibly hard.” He held himself and groaned. “Look, Solene. It’s easy enough to understand. Even for you.”
So, it would be angry sex, then. No problem. She knelt on the bed and yanked off her clothes as he continued.
“You badger me about what happens after this mission. I tell you I plan to hang around. Then you get all reluctant on me.”
“Not true.”
His gaze shot to her breasts and stayed there. “Oh, it’s true. The minute I said I was thinking about hanging around after we fixed Noel’s mess, you got all prickly. Like I’m invading your space as it is.”
“That’s not—”
“I know you’ve been burned before. I get it. This is your sanctuary, and you’re already dealing with some fuckheads making you feel unsafe. But that’s not me. I’m all about protecting you. Making you feel good.” He joined her on the bed, blanketing her before she could say anything. “Making you feel full when I’m inside you,” he added, his voice husky. “You like that, baby?” He ran his fingers over her belly and between her legs, resting against her folds.
Crap. She was wet, and now he knew it.
He gave her a mean smile. “You’re running scared. When I stay at the distance you want me to stay, we’re good. But the minute I cross that imaginary line, interfering in your life, you pull back. So, this time I pulled back. And you didn’t like it, did you?”
“Way to play hard to get,” she sniped, not liking how easily he seemed to read her.
Deacon leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He teethed the bud, then sucked and plumped her with his large hand until she was squirming under him, wet and needy.
She moved her hips, trying to force his angle so that he had no choice but to slide inside her. She ached for him, wanting him with an ugly desperation she wished she couldn’t feel.
“See, this I get,” he rasped. “You wanting me but not liking it. But I think it’s more than that.”
“Are you going to talk me to death or fuck me?” She glared up at him, so in lust—andin love— it hurt.
“Okay. The hard way.” He nudged her thighs wider then positioned himself at her core. He stared at her as he shoved hard and fast inside her, filling her in one pounding thrust.
She gasped, stuffed so full, and he rode her, just fucked her until she was mindless, sobbing as she came all around him.
But the bastard wouldn’t finish with her. He looked in pain as he stared down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction, anger, and need.
“Yeah, that’s so pretty. God, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
She fought to catch her breath. “But you didn’t.”
“Not yet. Not in here this time.” He slowly withdrew, then shoved a pillow under her hips and angled himself to penetrate her ass. He waited, watching her.
“Oh, just do it.”
“My new slogan,” he murmured, and she found herself laughing.
“You’re such an ass.” She groaned when he withdrew and reached for the lube she hadn’t noticed on the bedside table. “You planned this.”
“Hey, I’m just giving you what you need.” He drizzled lube over his cock, making himself slick.
Excitement burned, especially when he mounted her again, staring into her eyes while he arranged himself, then surged forward, slowly penetrating her ass.
Deacon groaned. “Yeah, baby. You need a hard fuck, don’t you? But you need this even more.” He gave a mean grin and slowly withdrew, then pushed back in again, lodging thick and heavy inside her. The burn she’d expected wasn’t there, nor was the pain. She felt a bit of discomfort at feeling so full.
And then he moved again, faster.
She jolted and cried out, overstimulated.
