Page 31 of Only Ever You

“Fuck dessert. I want to take you home and kiss the crap out of you.”

It’s my turn to laugh, and I shake my head.

“It’s too late, Mister. I want my tiramisu.”

“Can we get it to go?”

I raise my index finger to my chin and give it about two seconds of thought.

“You bet we can,” I say softly.

Because there’s nothing better right now than the thought of Deacon kissing the crap out of me.

I’ve never seen that man move so fast as he orders my dessert, and before I know it, we’re hauling arse down the motorway toward my flat.

And if I thought my heart raced before—that was nothing.

Every step toward my front door is agonising, and when we reach it, I turn and take in the sight of this man—this man I’ve dreamed about for so long, and I take a deep breath.

“Do you want to come in?”

His eyes search mine.

Please say yes.

“I think you know I do.”

After unlocking and opening my door, I step in with him on my heels.

“Do you want a drink or something?”

Deacon captures my hand and pulls me toward him.

“I’ll take or something.”

I fight my smile, but I can’t help it. “Is that right, Mr Miller?”

“You know how I feel, Pippa.” He kicks the door closed.

I step backward, and he follows until we reach the couch.

He chuckles as I sit before taking a seat right next to me.

“I don’t know where to start with you. Since you walked back into my life, I’ve wanted you.”

My mouth goes dry, and I have to lick my lips to be able to speak. But even then, words don’t come out.

His gaze drops to my lips. “Now you’re just teasing.”

I laugh. “I’m really not, I …”

Deacon leans in, and his lips are inches from mine. “I told you at the restaurant that I wanted to kiss you. But, Pippa, you really have no idea what you do to me.”

“Kiss me, then?”

My heart pounds out of my chest when his lips touch mine. He starts soft and gentle, before I open for him.

And then it’s on. He plunders my mouth as if it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.

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