Page 43 of When You Saved Me

As I took in the sight of him licking me from his fingers, I knew I was a goner. Deacon hadn’t only called to my soul in a way I could hardly describe, but he’d opened a door for me sexually as well.

I’d never wanted someone so badly. Never had my body reacted to someone like this. Even after the crashing waves of my orgasm and the trembling of my body that came after it, my thirst wasn’t quenched.

I wantedmore.

And I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough.

Deacon caught me as I surged forward and wrapped myself around him. His lips parted when I kissed him, fully. Giving me his tongue, I could taste the remnants of my pleasure on him, and it was so damn erotic I nearly came again.

Tingling sensations cascaded throughout my body as he hugged me close to him, deepening the kiss until I was lost in the touch of his tongue and lips crashing over mine. I moaned, as his fingers threaded through my hair and the rise of chest from a deep inhale brought him even closer to me.

Nothing had ever felt so good. For so long I’d been a ship in a sea of uncertainty. Finding joy in the unknown whenever something new came my way. As a curious soul, I’d always been looking for something–anything, to keep me grounded. My art always had me asking questions. Moving on to explore the next thing.

But this.Him. He was my safe harbor after being thrown about in a sea of storms. He made me want to stay for a long, long while. And I wanted to explore every part of him. Every part ofus. What we could be together.

Breaths heavy, I parted from him, immediately feeling the cold air brush along my lips where his warmth was now absent. “I want to feel all of you, Deacon.”

“You’re sure?” he husked, eyes falling to my lips again.

I smiled. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” Tomorrow might bring something different. Uncertainty and doubt, maybe. But tonight, I knew exactly what I wanted.Him. Consequences be damned.

He nodded once, a sudden clarity taking hold in his greenirises. Like how he knew that bringing our bodies together—fully—would be the start of something we wouldn’t be able to simply walk away from. Especially since we were still snowed in and there was nowhere else for us to go. If things went sideways, we would be stuck here together for who knew how long.

I brushed the anxious thought to the side.

I didn’t care. If this meant I got to have Deacon as wholly mine, even for only one night, I’d seize it. Because living meant I had the chance to experience moments like this. And there was a time when I thought my life had been over, when I’d looked into the void of death and fought like hell to come back. Whatever tomorrow brought, I’d deal with it. But right now? Right now, I was alive.

“Lay down,” I urged. He abided by my request, settling his head against one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor while he’d gone down on me. For a moment, I took in his large body sprawled across his living room floor. The only sound between us was the crackling of the fireplace.

He looked so at ease like this. With one hand settled behind his head so he could still get a good look at me. It seemed like all the worries he carried had melted away the moment we broke the ice wall between us.

There were so many versions of the man before me.

Valliant savior.

Grumpy asshole.

Tender lover.

All of them made him who he was, and I decided at thismoment that I liked each and every one of them…even the grumpy asshole version.

“Now it’s my turn,” I mused, settling between his legs as he propped his head up further making sure he could still get a good look at me while I finished what he’d started and slid his jeans down his legs.

Muscular thighs and toned calves revealed just how hard he worked to hone such a sculpted body. He was beautiful. Perfect even.

The firelight caught the ridges of his scar. Gently, I moved my fingertips over it, feeling the peaks and valleys as I remembered what it had been like to reach out for him when we were buried beneath the rubble. He had been so close, but I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t breathe or move.

Deacon grasped my hand and brought my wrist to his lips. “It’s not the way I would have chosen to bind myself to you. Through agony and horror. But it does”–his hand moved to cup my cheek–“bind me to you, Charlie. And I’m glad it does.”

Leaning down, I kissed him. “Me too.”

Then, I moved lower, pressing my lips to his jaw and down his neck until I hovered just above the beginning of his scar. He stilled his hands on me as I looked at him right before I ran my lips along the entire right edge of it.

“Beautiful,” I murmured over his skin. “Every part of you is so damn beautiful, Deacon.”

Shadows danced in his eyes from the fire next to us. “Tell me you want this.”

He lifted himself onto his elbows and snaked his handbehind my neck. His eyes shuttered as he breathed in deeply. “Words could never describe how badly I want you.”

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