He pulled his mouth free and they both gasped in air. Her mouth was swollen and red, and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back, red hair hanging gloriously down her back like a bounty spread out for his taking.
He wanted to feast.
"I want you in that bed," he growled against her neck. "From the second I saw that thing all I could think about was you laid out across the covers wearing nothing but me."
His fingers scissored her nipple, tweaking it slightly, and she whimpered with pleasure. And then he couldn't help himself. The sound was so sweet he dipped his head and closed his mouth around her, sucking at her through the thin layer of cotton.
"Ohmigod," she said. "Deacon. Don't stop doing that."
He chuckled against her and pulled the shirt she was wearing down so her arms were tangled in the sleeves. She tugged against them and made a sound of frustration.
"I want to touch you."
"You're about to," he whispered. And then he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bed.
He laid her on the bed and then stripped off his shirt and toed off his shoes.
"Have I told you how much I love looking at you?" she panted.
"I don't think you've mentioned it," he said, grinning. That look in her eyes made him feel like Superman. He'd known what it was to be desired by women. But he'd never been looked at the way Tess was looking at him. As if he was the best thing she'd ever seen. It made him feel invincible. And he would've moved heaven and earth for her to keep looking at him that way.
He removed her shoes and let them drop to the ground, and then his hands went to the button on her jeans. He pulled them down slowly, taking her underwear down with them. Her arms were still caught in her shirt, but she was stock still as his fingers traced her thighs, moving higher to the soft folds of her mound. But he didn't linger. The time for foreplay had long passed.
"I want to see all of you this time," he rasped.
He removed her shirt fully and then pulled the camisole over her head, leaving her completely naked on the white comforter. The sight of her took his breath away.
"More beautiful than I ever imagined," he said. "Almost too delicate to touch. Like a painting."
She was willowy and thin, without many curves. Her arms were resting above her head, and that glorious red hair tumbled around her. She was pale, and a light smattering of freckles dotted her skin. He could see her heart pounding in her chest as his gaze moved down her body. Her nipples were dusky brown and erect, just waiting for his mouth.
He moved farther down to the plump folds between her thighs. She was wet and ready for him, and he took her long legs and splayed them open, so she was completely bared to him. And then he looked his fill.
"So fucking beautiful," he said reverently.
"Please hurry," she begged. "This is torture."
Deacon unbuttoned his jeans and carefully lowered the zipper. Her eyes followed his every move, and she licked her lips in anticipation. He didn't prolong it. He pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
"Oh, wow," she said, her eyes devouring his erection.
He chuckled at the way she said it and then knelt on the bed between her open thighs.
"There are forty-eight condoms in the nightstand."
He froze and stared at her. "That's a lot of condoms."
"We don't have to use them all today."
"Don't worry. We'll make a dent in them."
He reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, shaking his head at the sight of the small Glock sitting next to the box of condoms. Tess was full of surprises. He pulled a condom out of the box, opened the package, and then rolled it on.
He used his finger to part her folds, feeling the sweet syrup of her desire, and making sure she was ready for all of him. Then he leaned over her, nipping at her swollen lip, as his cock nudged at her entrance.
"Look at me, baby," he said, waiting for her eyes to flutter open.
He'd always been captivated by her eyes. He watched as the green deepened to jade and her pupils dilated as he pressed forward, filling her, and it was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and leaned forward so they were pressed to the mattress so she was fully open. And then he slid all the way inside of her, touching her at the deepest point, and holding himself there.
Her breathing hitched and her eyes widened. And then when he didn't move, her body arched against him, seeking more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she bit her lip in concentration. And then he felt it. The gentle pulsing around his cock as she squeezed him, milked him, with her vaginal muscles.