Page 62 of When You Saved Me

I couldn’t help the smile tugging on the corners of my lips. “How about two truths and a lie, but the stripper version.”

“There’s a stripper version of that game?” he chuckled.

“Mmhmm.” I nodded slowly. “If you guess the lie incorrectly, you strip. If you guess the lie correctly, the other person strips.”

Mouth open wide, he downed the rest of his whiskey, the thick column of his throat working. I was mesmerized by him. Every little movement he made was so damn sexy. There was no mistaking the wetness between my legs that seemed to grow more and more every time Deacon spoke or even moved a muscle. Looking down at the glass of whiskey in my hand, I silently cursed it for making me extra horny. I was already wild for the guy; I didn’t need the help of alcohol to make that even worse.

“I’ll go first,” I offered. Deacon put the glass down and sat back on his hands, his large chest flexing against his T-shirt.

Focus, Charlie, I chastised myself. If I was going to win, I didn’t need any distractions from him.

“Okay. I’ve ridden a mechanical bull. I’ve always wanted to be kissed in the rain. I won a baking competition in high school.”

His eyes narrowed slightly like he was trying to read into my mind. I giggled, taking a sip of whiskey.

“I don’t think you won a baking competition.”

I almost choked on the amber liquid. “Ugh! How did you know?”

He looked down at the floor between us and smiled to himself. “The other two just seem more like you.”

I groaned. “Well, that’s really annoying.”

“Annoying that I won, and you lost?” The right side of his mouth tilted upward in a roguish smirk.

“Yes!” I laughed.

“Well, go on then.” He nodded toward me. I set the glass down on the stone hearth and rolled my eyes.

Slowly rising to my feet, Casper scattered off, finding a new spot to lay on the couch. I locked my eyes on Deacon and played with the hem of my sweater, giving him a little show with my hips swinging back and forth. He sat back, leaning on his hands again with a heady neediness shadowing his eyes. He wanted me. And I fucking loved that he wanted me.

Slowly lifting my sweater, I felt the graze of my own knuckles moving smoothly over my stomach. I pretended they werehishands taking his time as he undressed me. The air was thick with heat between us, but I still had goosebumps rise from my navel to my chest when I made the final exposure of my white lace bra as I brought the sweater over my head and let it fall into a heap on the floor beside me.

Deacon’s gaze raked down my body. His tongue darted out between his lips as he took me in. With anyone else I still would have been self-conscious, covering my mid-section and scar with my arms. But for him I could be vulnerable. I could let myself be bare and know that he liked everyimperfection. Deacon’s lust for me was a balm to any insecurity I’d ever had.

In a voice that didn’t seem wholly mine, I said, “Your turn.”

He shook his head slowly. “Fuck the game.” Then he patted his thigh. “Come here, Sunshine.”

Biting my lower lip, I took a few steps until my feet were planted firmly on both sides of his thighs. Still wearing my pants, I could feel the heat of my needy sex as I stopped right in front of his face.

“Undress me,” I commanded, sliding my hand over the top of his head, threading my fingers through his dark hair. A low growl emanated from his lips as he seized my pants’ button and hastily took them off me.

“Always wearing the prettiest things.” He flicked the edge of my sage green thong against my skin.

“Just for you,” I said in a hushed voice.

When his head dove forward to lick me, I stopped him. Those green eyes pierced through me, desperate wanting reflecting in them. “I just want you, Deacon.” Bending down, I brushed my lips against his. He shivered as we parted, and I watched as he lifted his hips from the floor and stripped himself bare.

Rough knuckles scraped against my skin as he rose to his knees and unclasped my bra before sliding my thong down my legs. When he sat back down and I settled into his lap, he took the blanket I’d been using from the floor and wrapped it around my shoulders.

Placing my arms over his shoulders, the blanket drapedaround us, creating the perfect cocoon of warmth. His hands moved to cup the sides of my face, stilling me against him. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock against my wet sex. But I didn’t want to rush this. And neither did he.

When his lips found mine, I melted against him, our chests touching and our breaths becoming one. Dizziness swirled my mind and tingles spread all over my body. It felt like kissing him for the very first time. It felt like he was mine all along and mine to keep forever.

Our tongues moved over one another. Slow, languid strokes that had my entire being whirling with electricity. He was the spark that lit my soul up with bright beautiful light and I never wanted to be without him. Deacon was showing me everything he was in this moment.

Sweet.

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