Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Aurora
My entire body vibrates when I’m with Deacon. I don’t know what it is about him, but it’s like something deep inside me, something primal, reacts to him.
Maybe it helps that he rented out an entire rooftop restaurant for tonight’s date. Darcy always says that if a man likes you, you’ll know it. I never understood what she was saying until tonight. How did I have to come to New York to meet this British guy?
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to remember how spectacular this view is,” I say, tearing my eyes away from Deacon as we stand looking at the lights of Manhattan spread in front of us.
“We don’t have to leave.”
I slip my hand into his. “Oh, I want to go.” There’s no doubt about the fact that I want to move on to the next part of the evening. But this view is everything.
He squeezes my hand and leads me out of the restaurant.
Deacon’s driver is waiting for us at the bottom of the building.
Deacon opens the door and I slide into the backseat.
When he lets go of my hand, a shiver runs through me.
I’m cold without his touch. He rounds the boot of the car and I turn to watch, silently urging him to move more quickly so he can be next to me, touching me again.
“Tonight was incredible,” I say, as he slides in beside me and takes my hand in his again.
“I had fun,” Deacon says. “You’re fun.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah. And insightful and soft and empathetic. And sexy.”
I try not to smile, but it’s impossible. Deacon makes me feel sexy. The way he looks at me makes me feel like the most desired woman on the planet.
I’m not sure what we talk about on the way downtown, but the time seems to bend and in seconds we’re pulling up outside my apartment.
Deacon opens my door for me and takes my hand, like he’s my Prince Charming. I think he might be.
“I had a really good time tonight,” he says, as we head to the entrance to my building. “Can we do it again?”
“We can,” I say. “But the night’s not over yet.”
We pause at the door, and he glances down at his feet. Is he considering not coming up? Maybe I’m making an assumption.
Then he looks at me, so intently it makes me gasp.
“I don’t go on many dates,” he says. “I certainly don’t go on dates like tonight. I don’t rent out restaurants and…I don’t want you to think tonight was about sex.”
“I hope it was a little bit about sex,” I tease him. “Because I’ve been picturing you naked all evening.”
He laughs, cups my face, and presses his lips to mine.
Thank god.
For a moment there, I thought handholding was as far as it was going to go tonight.
His touch is so firm and in control, my entire body melts against his.
He’s urgent and pressing and everything I could want.
It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. Every one of his kisses has been better than the one before.
Maybe my brain just can’t comprehend that a kiss can be this good, and I’m unable to remember how good it actually is, so the next time I’m shocked to my core.
I slide my hands down his torso and then under his jacket, around his waist. He groans into my mouth. It’s the biggest turn-on to feel him respond to my touch like that. I feel sexy and powerful and so, so, so ready for him.
Somewhere in the kiss, when my mind was all caught up with Deacon, he spun me round and I’m up against the wall again, being kissed into oblivion.
All of a sudden he releases me and steps back. “God, I’m sorry. I just…”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, but kissing you has me losing control.”
I’m betting most people in Deacon Black’s life never imagine a man like him could ever lose control.
“How about we go upstairs and you can worry about not being a gentleman in private?”
He groans, and for a moment I think he’s going to tell me he has an early start in the morning and has to leave.
I’m going to be beyond disappointed. I want to see Deacon Black lose control.
“I told myself I wouldn’t…”
“You told yourself you wouldn’t sleep with me tonight?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to think that you owe me—”
I step forward and put my hand on his chest. “This isn’t the eighties.
I’m asking you to come up to my apartment and fuck my brains out.
Not because you bought me dinner, or even because you rented out a rooftop restaurant with the most beautiful view.
But because you’re thoughtful and generous.
You’re not afraid to share your vulnerabilities and listen when I speak.
Because you’re a devoted father and you’re so handsome it almost hurts to look at you.
More than that, you have a confidence and surety about yourself that makes me want to slide to my knees and beg for your cock. ”
His eyes grow hooded and dark. He stares at me like I just lit a match and we’re both about to go up in flames.
Heat sparks in his eyes, and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.
He scoops up my hand and strides into my building, pulling me behind him. The lift button barely survives his fervent pressing. As soon as we enter the lift car, he drops my hand and stares at the ground.
“Let’s just get inside,” he says. “I don’t want to start something now that I can’t finish.”
“So much self-control,” I tease, taking my keys from my bag.
“You’ve stolen every drop of self-control I have.”
The doors ping open at my floor, and when we get to my door, Deacon moves like lightning, taking my keys from me and letting us in. The door to my flat closes and I swallow.
I don’t know what to expect. Something tells me I’m about to be changed forever.
Deacon shrugs off his jacket. He’s wearing the studious expression of a surgeon about to begin the operation of a lifetime.
He stalks toward me and I back away, out of the hall and into the living room.
“Come here, Aurora,” he says on a growl. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I stop backing away. My entire body is tense with expectation and arousal. I’m halfway to a climax and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He steps closer, the buttons on his shirt catch against my dress. With one hand, he clasps the back of my neck, and his other hand slides between my thighs, up my skirt, until he finds my underwear.
He presses a kiss to my mouth as his fingers dip beneath the lace and straight into my folds. His tongue presses into my mouth as his fingers start to work, moving through the wet flesh. My legs buckle at his touch, and he takes advantage of the moment and thrusts two of his fingers into me.
“Deacon,” I shout out, breaking our kiss and grabbing on to his arm. It’s only his fingers, but I’ve wanted this so badly, all evening, it feels like I’m finally getting what I’ve been thinking about.
“So wet,” he says. “So ready for me. Fucking perfect.”
My hips begin to buck as he works his fingers, swirling, dipping.
“I’ve done nothing but wonder what’s under here all night. And now I know. A beautiful pussy. A pussy that needs looking after. A pussy that’s going to be mine. Are you ready?”
I nod. It feels like I’m agreeing to some kind of deal where he gets to own a part of me.
Maybe I am.
Before I can think about it too much, he scoops me off my feet and heads to my bedroom. “You’re way too wound up to come standing up.”
He sets me down on the bed and I watch as he sets to work stripping off his clothes. I reach behind myself to undo my dress, but a simple shake of the head from Deacon and I drop my hands.
“Undressing you is my job,” he says. “All you need to do is exactly what I say. Do you hear?”
My head tips back at his words and I work to steady my breathing.
He chuckles. “You’re not going to know your own name by the time I’m done with you.”
I believe him. I’m desperate for him to touch me again.
As he slides down his trousers, I shift up the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s huge. And so hard, flat against his toned torso.
I look back up at him, panic racing through me.
“It’s going to feel good. Trust me.”
And I do trust him.
But I’m also grateful I’m not at work tomorrow. It’s going to take me a minute to recover.
He approaches the bed and leans over me, so I’m lying on my back.
“I want to see everything,” he says, working his hand up my thigh. He pulls at my underwear and manages to remove them in some kind of magic move. Then his hands are on me, and my back arches as his fingers slide into me again. Relief courses through my body.
“Keep looking at me,” he says. “I need to know how everything feels for you, and I can see it in your eyes.” He drops a sweet kiss on my lips and then, like he can’t pull back without more, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swiftly claiming me.
He groans and then stops. “No,” he says, almost to himself. “I need to see you come.”
It’s not going to take long. He has magic in those fingers of his. I don’t know what he’s doing, but his touch leaves me breathless and desperate.
I feel myself teetering on the brink of orgasm within seconds and I grab at his wrist.
“Deacon,” I cry out.
“Let it happen. This time. I might not let you come so easily next time, so take your pleasure while you can.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or his fingers, but I’m lost. I step off the cliff and fall into oblivion. I don’t know which way is up. My orgasm engulfs me, so strong and powerful that I don’t recognize it as anything I’ve ever felt before.
When I open my eyes, Deacon is staring at me.
He nods his approval. “Next time, I want you to keep your eyes open.”
Wetness renews between my legs, and I nod.
He slides his fingers out of me and puts them to his lips. He groans as he licks them clean. “Delicious,” he says. “Every part of you is delicious.”
We’ve barely been inside my apartment and I’m ready for my second orgasm.
I reach across to touch him and he shifts away from me, then pulls my dress from my body, leaving me entirely naked.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Aurora. You’re so beautiful.”