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over and over again until she felt the inevitable begin. The tightening of orgasm. Right there, in the cold, on the porch, under the light.
    “Come for me, Rayka. Come on. I know you want to,” he hissed in her ear and yanked her tighter against him. Deacon nudged her blouse off her shoulder with his chin, and with one more hard stroke inside of her, he bit her.
    Rayka came, and there was no subtlety. Whoever had been missing the performance before surely was watching then. The cry swelled out of her before she could stop it and no matter how hard she tried to swallow the sound, it kept going. Growing. The orgasm was pulsing through her with such an intensity she couldn’t make herself be quiet.
    When the last flicker worked through her, Deacon pulled his hand free and kissed her. He slid her blouse back into place and leaned his forehead against hers.
    “Now,” he said.
    “Now what?” Rayka asked. Heart fluttering, pulse pounding, body in a beautiful state of chaos, she was thoroughly confused.
    “Now we can leave.”
    “Right. Now we can leave,” she repeated stupidly. “Just let me wash up and lock up and we’ll go.”
    “Lock up but don’t wash up,” he said. His face handsome and serious and something else she couldn’t put her finger on.
    “What?”
    “Do not wash up. Stay that way.”
    “But I smell like...sex,” she said.
    “I know.”
    “Won’t people smell it on me?”
    “Maybe. Do you care?”
    “Well...” Did she? She wasn’t sure.
    “It doesn’t smell bad,” he said. “It smells like sex. Your sex. And trust me, sweetheart, your sex smells good.”
    Rayka opened her mouth and then when nothing would come to her, shut it again. What could she say?
    “Um...okay.” That’s what.
    “Good girl.”
    Rayka shut off all the lights except the hall and locked the door. Half way down the steps, she froze. “Shit.”
    “What?” Deacon hit the remote and unlocked his car.
    “I forgot! My hair!”
    His dark eyes flooded with humor as she ran her hands through the wild tangle. “Leave it. It’s bed head. Sexy as hell.”
    “Bed head, smelling like sex. Fuck, I’m going to lose my job.”
    “Nah. You’ll be the envy of all the women.”
    “You think?” she asked, not even a little bit serious. He was being crazy.
    “Hell, yeah.” He started the car.
    Rayka shrugged. There wasn’t much to do but to go with the flow. “Hell, yeah.”
     

Chapter 14
    He was thoroughly and seriously fucked. Deacon shook his head and tried to keep his eyes on the road. Not on her knee or the length of her thigh under that skirt. He took a deep breath to steady himself and failed. All that filled his head was the scent of her and that made him nearly stupid with want. It had been all he could do not to slam her against the brick façade and fuck her right there on the porch. Right under that porch light she was so worried about. Jesus. When was the last time a woman had made him so crazy? His gut seized up and he wished the thought had never passed through his mind. But it had.
    Lisa. Lisa had been the last woman to make him so crazy. Lisa had stolen his heart and his mind it seemed. Stupid in love with her. That was how he had been. And then he had everything. Lisa and a baby on the way and a life ahead of him.
    He shook his head again and gripped the steering wheel harder. Just look how that had turned out for him. Here he was, past thirty, no family, not even Gideon. Gideon had been the last shred of family he had had. The last person he could say he’d loved. And he had gone out at the mercy of a debilitating disease that stole his dignity and his life.
    “Fuck,” he muttered without realizing.
    “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Rayka put her hand on his leg and he felt his body respond. That was fine. His body could respond, but not his heart. What he had said to her the other night about sticking around, about her being his, had been stupid. Reckless and crazy for both of them. He had been