She nodded.
“Nope, not good enough. Tell me the words. What do you feel against you?” he asked.
She licked her lips. “You.”
He chuckled. “My what?”
This was so hard. She didn’t want to call it a penis because romance books never called it that. Was his hardness good enough?
“You’re hard,” she said.
Speedy leaned close to her ear. “Yes, I’m hard for you, Violet. My cock is hard enough to pound nails because every bit of blood inside my body is there. And it’s there because I find you so incredibly sexy and hot. It’s all I can do when you walk into the kitchen all sleep-rumpled not to kiss the daylights out of you and run my hands all over your breasts and butt. Now, tell me what you want tonight. If you want to just explore, I’ll lick, suck, and explore every inch of your magnificent body until you’re shaking and calling my name—I’d love to. If you want me to plant my cock inside your pussy so deep that we don’t know where I end and you begin, I’d love to do that too. I’m in this forever, Violet. This is your show,” he said.
Violet stared at Speedy, this man who she’d never imagined would be hers. She’d spent entirely too much of her life believing the lies of her mother that she was too big and too fat. But with Speedy, she wanted it all, and she needed to tell him.
“I want it all. And although Beth’s picking up the kids at 11:30, she’s not delivering them to us until midnight. So, Speedy, you have two and a half hours to make me yours,” she said.
The huge grin that spread across his face told Violet all she needed to know.
“Well then, we need to get started. My given name is Deacon Kimble, but I’ve always gone by Deke. Call me Deke. Call me Speedy. I don’t care as long as you call me your man,” he said, swinging her up in his arms.
Oh my! She’d never dreamed she’d be carried down the hall to her bed.
Chapter Twenty
Violet stood in the bedroom, trembling. Down the hall and when Speedy was carrying her, she was fine. But as soon as he placed her on her feet, all the doubts came back. So not sexy but she wasn’t sure how to get back out of her head.
“Hey, it’s just us, Violet. You and me in here, nobody else. I can see your eyes getting that look again. The look that says you’re second-guessing yourself,” he said, his finger tilting her chin up so she was looking into his eyes.
Oh man, what beautiful eyes he had—dark and so expressive. Right now, they were filled with patience, which was something she hadn’t had much of over the years.
“How about let’s make this easier? You stand there while I take off a little, and then I’ll help you undress,” Speedy said, leaning close and claiming her lips before she could answer. She loved the feel of his beard brushing against her skin.
He stepped back, toeing off his boots and laying his cut on the dresser, all the while keeping his eyes on her. He stepped backcloser, winked, and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder toward the basket.
Her eyes trailed over Speedy’s chest. Sure, he was Deke, but when she thought of him, Speedy was the man who’d taken care of her and kept her safe. And since he didn’t care, he would always be Speedy to her. And man, did Speedy have a sexy chest, but now that was her man’s chest, and she could touch all she wanted. She stepped closer, feeling the warmth of his body. She couldn’t help trailing her fingers across his chest, each muscled inch of him creating an ache that only he could take care of.
“Now, there’s the look I want to see. Your eyes shining with desire. Your lips parting and that cute little tongue poking out to lick those lips. You are so sexy,” Speedy said.
His hands reached for his belt buckle and slipped it open. She watched but then realized she wanted to be the one undressing him. When he reached for his button, she brushed his hands away and popped the button, sliding the zipper down.
His eyes closed with his groan. “Fuck, Violet, your touch is going to have me blowing too soon,” he said.
Violet grinned, her fingers making room to slide between his jeans and his underwear.
“These fingers,” she whispered, grasping his hardness and giving a little squeeze.
He swallowed. How was even his Adam’s apple moving in his throat sexy?
He leaned closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between them. “You are fucking sexy, honey, when you show me what you want,” he breathed, his warm breath tickling her neck as he coasted his lips along her ear and down her neck.
He grasped his jeans and underwear, tugging them down and stepping out of them. She’d be laughing at Speedy in only his socks if his hard cock wasn’t right in front of her. She reached for him, but his hand caught hers.
“Nope. This is lasting and it’s almost Christmas. I want to unwrap my present,” he said. He had her belt unbuckled and her jeans and panties pushed down to her ankles in no time.
“Here, sit on the bed, and I’ll take your shoes off,” he said.
Violet followed his directions because her flowy top still covered a lot of her. Sitting on the bed, Speedy ripped off his socks and knelt in front of her. He had her shoes off and was tugging her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. When she thought he’d take off her top, he stayed on the floor, his warm hands sliding up her thighs, widening them until he could move closer.
