Chapter 20 #2
He continued to run his thumb over her cheek.
“I went to Tiffany’s store to get you something, and while I was there, I asked her if it was different when she met Blaine.
She said it was like nothing that had ever happened to her before.
Instantaneous understanding that he was on a whole other level. That’s how this is for me with you.”
Her eyes filled with tears that she wished away, not wanting to appear weak to him when she’d worked so hard to stay strong through all the storms. But she couldn’t help the emotional reaction to what he’d said. “Are you scared?”
“Strangely enough, I’m not, even though I know I probably should be.”
“Why?”
“Because these things don’t happen to me either.
I’ve made a career out of staying unattached, but all I want now is to be attached.
To you.” He moved in closer to her for another of the kisses that made her head spin.
“I keep telling myself this can’t be real, you can’t be real, but then I see you again, and I know that nothing has ever been more real than you are. ”
Julia reached for him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with all the emotion he’d stirred in her by sharing his truth. She understood how he felt, because she’d felt the same thing every time she’d been with him.
If this was wrong, she never again wanted to be right.
Deacon couldn’t get enough of her sweet lips, the sensual torture of her tongue rubbing against his, the silky softness of her skin or the sweet scent that belonged only to her.
He wanted to touch her everywhere, to kiss her and love her and show her that she had taken over his world in only a few days’ time.
For the rest of his life, a life that he hoped would somehow include her, he would marvel at how she’d stormed into his world and changed everything.
He would be lying if he didn’t note how painfully thin she was, but he found her unbearably sexy, nonetheless.
She’d told him how she struggled to eat during times of stress, and the situation with Mike had clearly taken a toll.
Deacon would do whatever it took to make sure her worries were few so she could regain full health.
Her worries were now his, and the noncommittal bachelor he’d been only a few days ago was now fully committed.
He kissed from her lips to her neck, moving down to cup full breasts and worship the tight tips of each one, absorbing every gasp and moan and subtle lift of her hips against his straining erection.
Determined to make this first time with her memorable, he moved slowly, savoring every taste, every sound, every moment of this life-changing event.
For more than thirty-five years, he’d gone out of his way to ensure that his life belonged to him and only him, and now…
She was changing everything one sigh at a time, and he was allowing it to happen.
His eyes were wide open to the earthquake he was inviting into his life that would divide his existence into two distinct halves, a fault line down the middle of before Julia and after Julia.
He settled between her legs and set out to demolish her control with determined strokes of his tongue over her clit and his fingers inside her tight channel. Everything about her turned him on to the point of madness, especially the enthusiastic way she responded to him.
Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging to the point of pain, but that only added to the desire pounding through him.
His entire world was reduced to her pleasure and the sharp cries of fulfillment that fell from lips swollen due to their kisses.
Her internal muscles gripped his fingers so tightly that he nearly lost his mind imagining how that would feel around his cock.
In the aftermath of her orgasm, she lay sprawled on the bed, legs spread, chest heaving from deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, he saw everything he’d ever wanted in the way she looked at him.
Deacon left her only long enough to find the strip of condoms he’d stashed in his pants pocket—just in case—tearing one off and rolling it on quickly but carefully before returning to his new favorite place between her legs.
“You still with me?” He kissed her and brushed the silky dark hair back from her flushed face.
“I’m here.”
“All good?”
“So good.”
He pressed his cock against her entrance. “I can make it even better.”
“Not sure that’s possible.”
“Oh, I do so love a challenge.”
She smiled up at him. “Knock yourself out.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” As he entered her in slow, careful increments, she wrapped her arms around him and drew him into a sweet, soft, achingly sensual kiss that made his heart flutter with awareness of her.
She raised her hips, asking for more, which he gladly gave her, and the feeling that came over him as they joined their bodies couldn’t be described in mere words.
Deacon trembled from the effort it took to stay focused on pleasing her again before he took his own pleasure.
Her hands on his back soothed and aroused him. “Julia…”
“Hmm?”
“Feels so good. So, so good.”
“Yes. So good. Don’t stop.”
He gasped out a laugh. “Stopping isn’t in the plans, sweetheart.”
As if she could sense the battle he was waging with himself, she wrapped her legs around his hips and tightened her internal muscles around his cock.
That flipped a switch inside him that made him forget all about finesse or tenderness or anything other than the driving need for more of her.
He wanted all of her. Everything she was willing to give him.
Thankfully, she seemed to be right there with him, giving as good as she got.
“Deacon.”
“Tell me, love. What do you need?”
“This. Just you.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her legs tightened around his waist until they were both soaring, coming together in the most perfect moment he’d ever known.
As he came down from the highest of highs, he had the presence of mind to understand that absolutely everything had changed, and there was no going back to who he’d been a few days ago.
He withdrew from her, disposed of the condom into a tissue and moved so he could see her face. Her stunned expression probably mirrored his as they stared at each other in the aftermath.
Deacon reached for her, needing to kiss her more than he wanted his next breath.
She opened her arms to him. They stayed that way for the longest time, making out like teenagers who’d only just discovered the pleasure to be found in kissing.
Although it was safe to say he’d never found this kind of pleasure from kissing.
“What’re you doing to me?” The room had begun to go dark, and music drifted up from the back deck of the Sand & Surf along with the clatter of dinner service at Stephanie’s Bistro.
“The same thing you’re doing to me.”