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hands over his chest. Lingering on his nipples, scraping her nails over them, she then followed the tapering line of hair down his stomach to his groin. She took him in her hand, caressing his length with both of her hands.
    Reaching between his legs, she cupped him. His breath hissed in through his teeth. He couldn’t wait much longer. “Take off your panties.”
    She nodded. He bent and took a condom out of his pants pocket and quickly donned it. “I can’t wait this time.”
    “Good.” She hopped back onto the side of the pool table, leaning back on her elbows. She spread her legs and tilted her head to the side.
    She looked so tempting, lying there waiting for him. He put his hands on her thighs, holding her legs apart while he lowered his head and kissed her center. She moaned his name. And her hands were once again holding his head.
    Reaching up, he plucked at her nipples with both hands. She was twisting under him, her center dewy and sweet with cream. Her hips lifted toward him, and he licked and nipped at her until she was on the verge of climax. One more taste pushed her over the edge. The sounds she made as she came echoed in the room.
    He lifted his head and looked down at this woman who was going to be his for the rest of his life and slid into her. She was tight, and despite her wetness, he had to pause to let her adjust to his width before sliding all the way home. She wrapped her legs high around his waist and he slid even farther into her. He lowered his mouth to her breast and put his hands under her hips, lifting her into each of his thrusts.
    She tightened around him. Her hands roamed down his back. They were touching everywhere. He nibbled his way up to her neck and suckled at a pulse point. He kept his thrusting strong, growing in momentum until he heard that catch in the back of her throat that signaled her orgasm.
    The base of his spine tingled and he knew that his was just a breath away. He lifted his head and watched her face as her climax broke over her. Then he gripped her hips and thrust into her one more time, emptying himself with a force that made his knees buckle.

    Deacon lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Kylie tried not to cling too tightly to his shoulders, but the impulse was there. She wanted to wrap herself around him and hold him to her forever.
    It scared her, feeling this intensely about a man she’d just met. But at the same time it was new and exciting and more than she’d ever imagined she could feel. Especially for a man like Deacon, who didn’t show her very much of himself.
    “You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff.
    She lifted her gaze to his and took a deep breath. Okay? She doubted she’d ever be okay again. But she nodded. “Yes.”
    He set her in the middle of his bed, which was covered in a dark blue duvet. The blinds were closed, keeping out the sun. The room was light but still had shadows—which Kylie found comfortable because she wanted to hide from Deacon. She didn’t want him to know or even suspect that her feelings for him were deepening by the hour.
    He was someone used to gambling and living life on the roll of a dice. She was the opposite. She was used to routine. Used to calm steady waters, not waves, through which to move through life.
    He lay down next to her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She curved herself around him. Resting one thigh on top of his and putting her head on his chest, right over his heart.
    She could hear it beating, the sound steady and solid and very reassuring. His hands moved up and down her back, and she knew from the tenor of the embrace he meant for it to be comforting.
    And it was. But it was also very arousing. She’d never made love during the day before. She’d never been with a man, who even though he had work to do, would stop and dedicate the day to her. And in essence that’s what Deacon had done.
    Her stomach growled indelicately.
    Deacon chuckled and put his knuckles under her