Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Dove
I danced into the backyard, holding a bottle of sparkling wine and two plastic cups. “Guess what?”
Deacon looked up from where he sat frowning at a thick script, looking perplexed as if translating a foreign language. I could see the relief lifting off him as his eyes landed on me. It made my stomach flip every time. There was nothing like the way he looked at me. Even his best acting paled in comparison. It felt like Cupid’s arrow to the heart every time.
“Are we celebrating?” he asked, tossing the script on the worn outdoor table and leaning back in his chair.
The evening breeze twirled through the private back garden—mostly a continuation of beach rocks along with a few strategically placed garden beds and a driftwood walkway that bisected the yard, leading out to a large table under a honeysuckle pergola. It was the most perfect seaside secret garden, the smell heavenly.
I closed the distance to Deacon, leaning against his chair. “I just got a call from the species coordinator.”
Deacon’s eyebrows shot up, his excitement uncontainable. “And?”
“And Prickle Island Zoo in conjunction with the Lucky Role Conservation Trust has officially been green-lit for the Almadran skink breeding program!”
“Yes!” he cheered, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into his lap. “You did it!”
“We did it,” I corrected with a laugh. “And this is just the beginning.”
Deacon plucked the cups and wine from my hands and set them on the table behind him.
“What are you?—”
He silenced my question with a kiss, taking my face in his hands and pulling me tighter into him. “I’m so proud of you,” he said between kisses. He pulled back to look at me, beaming. “You are spectacular in every way, you know that?”
“I don’t think?—”
“You are,” he pushed, twisting me around in his lap until I was straddling him. “You are the most amazing thing. I can’t believe that I get to be yours.”
My smile doubled in size as I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him back into another kiss. My other hand roved up his chest, neck, and delved into his hair.
He let out a throaty groan as my tongue dipped into his mouth. His hands wrapped around my ass and he stood, easily carrying me back toward the house, bottle of sparkling wine forgotten.
I was already unbuttoning his shirt before we even made it through the back door. We stumbled into the living room and tumbled backward onto the couch. Deacon made quick work of my T-shirt and shorts, shucking my clothes off with haste as I laughed.
His responding smile turned wicked as he hooked his hands behind my knees and tugged me to the end of the sofa. My eyelids drooped, lips parted as he dropped his mouth to my pussy. I moaned with the first lick of his tongue. He swirled it over my clit, making my head fall back as I titled my hips against him.
God, that mouth. I was already barely hanging on as he expertly worked me into a dizzying state of pleasure. He hummed against my sensitive bud as if I were the tastiest meal he’d ever eaten. I shuddered against him.
Moaning, I reached for him. “Deacon . . . I . . .”
He released me, looking up at me through my legs. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
His rasping words made my pussy flutter. As he lowered his mouth again, his fingers circled my entrance, taunting me once, twice before pushing into my flooded core. Deacon pumped his fingers in and out of me as he moved his tongue faster. I cried out, the sensation so overwhelming, I was seeing stars. I shattered, voice going hoarse as I cried out Deacon’s name. My inner walls clenched around his fingers again and again as the waves of my orgasm roared through me.
When I came down long enough to catch my breath, Deacon released me, licking his lips with a lust-filled grin. He rose from his knees and prowled on top of me.
“That was one hell of a way to celebrate.” I panted as he kissed up my neck.
His hot breath in my ear made me shudder again. “Oh, that was just the beginning of our celebrations.”