Page 45 of When You Saved Me

He loved this.

And so did I.

“Yes,” he murmured against my lips, digging his teeth into my bottom one. “Fuckkkkk.”

I worked my pussy on his cock, feeling him grow bigger inside of me. He was close. So damn close. Reaching behind me, I cupped his balls and stroked them gently as I bounced on his dick. Our chests were slick with sweat. A guttural growl emanated between us as he gripped my hips and slammed into me, chasing after what was his to take.

“I’m there, baby girl. I’m going to fucking come.” He nipped the bottom of my ear lobe as he pulled me in close, then lifted me off him just in time. Leaning back between his legs, I watched as he pumped himself two times before he covered my stomach with his orgasm.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, rubbing the ridge of his dick along my sex.

The edges of my lips pulled upward, obsessed with every second of his undoing.

When he finished, we sat there for a moment. The haze of what we’d just done slowly falling away.

“You’re amazing.” He took my face in his palms and kissed my cheek. When he pulled back, there was a lightness to his eyes.

Happiness. Joy. Elation.

It all reflected back to me, making my heart flutter. There wasn’t regret. The biggest fear I had was being stuck in this house with a man who wished he could take back making me feel that good. But that fear was dust in the wind.

“What now?” I asked, a bubble of laughter moving past my lips. The same joy I saw in him was soaring through my chest.

I was so, so happy. I’d never felt this way after being with anyone else. There was something different about this time. Something I couldn’t quite place through all the endorphins running through me.

“First”—he kissed the left corner of my mouth—“we get you cleaned up.” My face warmed as he placed another kiss on the right corner of my mouth. So tender. So gentle for such a gruff man.

“Then we do it again?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

His chuckle felt like diving into warm water as it surrounded me.

“Like I said before, my woman gets what she wants.”

Chapter 17

Charlie

After two more rounds, my thirst was fully sated and I was left with the comforting feeling of Deacon’s arms wrapped around me as I snuggled into his chest on the couch.

Hours had passed since we’d crossed the line with one another. I didn’t want to look back and it seemed like he didn’t either. The fear I had earlier of what the aftermath might bring for us had essentially disappeared. There was no trace of that man left. The one who had been so disturbed to see me on his front porch. All that was left was a man who held me like he never wanted to let me go.

And I liked that.

Ireallyliked that.

“When did you get Casper?” The bottom of his chin grazed the side of my head; the little stubble hairs of his beard got caught in my hair and he smoothed them back down.

Our bodies adjusted as I snuggled closer to him, settingmy cheek on his still bare chest. The heavy thump of his heartbeat was soothing to me.

“My parents got him for me the Christmas after the fire. I think they wanted me to have a companion after they saw me struggle with so many of my friends. I told them I was okay, but I don’t think either one of them believed me.”

“Were you okay?” Deacon’s thumb moved up and down my bicep.

“I was. Like I told you before, it was a struggle at first to see just how shallow the relationships I had with my friends were. But I didn’t allow myself to stay stuck in that mindset. I have wonderful parents who stayed by my side the entire time and there are a lot of people in this world who can’t say their parents would do the same.”

I peeked up at him. “If we’re always looking at the things we don’t have, we tend to miss the most beautiful parts of our lives.”

Closing my eyes, I took a moment to let the current moment sink in. A moment I didn’t realize just how badly I’d wanted until now.

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