Page 10 of Legacy's Destiny

Echo smoothed her hands over the man’s chest, and the feel didn’t disappoint. He was hard, not even a hint of softness under her hands. Sliding one hand up to his neck, she lifted to her toes and pulled him down for a kiss. The heady combination of man, aftershave, and soap surrounded him, and she breathed it in as he slowly lowered for a kiss. He dipped once, lightly ghosting over her lips, and her body shivered at the almost-there contact.

“Who’s the tease now?” she whispered against his lips.

His chuckle vibrated her body, but he lowered his lips. The sweep of his tongue requesting entry was the ignition point to a heat that filled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck andheld on. His hands gripped her butt, and he lifted her. Breaking the kiss, she laughed as he lifted her and walked to the bed.

She landed in the middle of the bed with a bounce. She lifted to her elbows and watched him take off his shirt. Oh, Lord, she wasn’t mistaken. The man was cut and absolutely fucking gorgeous. He neatly placed the shirt on the chair beside the bed. He pulled off his boots, and socks and then went for that belt. All the while he stared at her. He flicked open the buckle and then unzipped his slacks. “Last chance.” He gave her the option of stopping.

“As long as you have condoms, we’re not stopping.”

He smiled and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a strip of four and tossed them on the side of the bed. “I come prepared.”

“Obviously.” She laughed. “Keep going. I’m enjoying my show.”

He stepped out of his slacks, leaving on only his snug boxer briefs. She licked her lips. Damn, he would be one hell of a ride. His Adonis belt framed the thin strip of dark hair that ran down and disappeared under the waistband of those briefs. He had several scars, one that looked like a bullet hole, but she dismissed that thought. Who would want to shoot a corporate man? But … wow, was he built.

She couldn’t wait any longer and moved to the bottom of the bed. “Let me help you with that.” She pulled the waistband down and watched as his full and hard cock slapped his stomach when it finally escaped the confines of the fabric. “Damn.” She sat on her heels and looked up at him. “I won the lottery.”

He laughed and bent down to kiss her. “Your turn.”

She lifted the shirt over her head. She was wearing a lace front closure bra she freed herself from immediately. She worked hard in training and knew her body was toned, which was why she wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of him.She ungracefully dropped back onto the bed and laughed as she lifted her feet to him. “Help.”

He pulled off her shoes and took off her socks, tickling her feet in the process. The first time was probably an accident; the second wasn’t. She shrieked and then laughed, probably a bit too loud, but she was enjoying herself, so screw it if someone in the adjoining rooms had a problem with it.

He grabbed the bottoms of her jeans and tugged. She hurriedly unfastened them, and they were gone in one pull. He crawled up the bed, over her, and then dropped down on top of her. She made room for him between her legs, and he stared at her. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Right back atcha, Sparky.” He groaned at the nickname and dropped his head to her neck before attacking her ribs with the tickle fingers of doom. She squealed and begged him to stop. She was completely out of breath when he did, but she panted. “So, not a fan of Sparky, huh?” He immediately started tickling her again. “Okay, Uncle! Uncle! I give. No more Sparkies!”

With a laugh, he rolled her on top of him. “I believe you made some comment about promises.” His hands traveled up her back and through her hair, resting on the back of her head. Pulling her down, he kissed her. She lost herself in the warm sensation of his body under her. His cock straining between them. As she rolled her hips, he deepened the kiss.

He rolled her again and reached for the condoms. Lifting to his knees, he opened the package. She took the condom from him and rolled it on. His head dropped back, and the sound he made was intoxicating. She fell back to the mattress, and he was over her in a second. “Next time, I’ll go slow. It’s been too long for me.”

“God, me, too. No more foreplay.” She was so on board with sex—as in immediately. Wrapping her legs around his hard body, she sighed as he entered her.

“Fuck, so wet for me.”

“Yeah, sexy as hell does it for me, Sparky.” He stopped his in-and-out motion, and she laughed. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t I?” He pushed inside her, and she arched her back, reveling in the feel of being so full.

“Oh, yeah. Teach this to me all night long.” She gripped his shoulders as he pulled out and then slid back inside her. “Please,” she whispered before he dropped a bit, looking for her lips.

The heat at her core was white hot, and she ached. The sensation grew as he moved deep inside her and kissed her. He kept her breathless. The friction swirled through her and swamped her. She met each thrust and pushed her nails into his back, asking for more, and God did he deliver. He broke the kiss and lifted one of her legs, bending it and pinning it against her shoulder. The change in position shattered the ache that had been growing, and with each hard thrust, she tightened. The need to explode teetered right there in the place she hadn’t quite reached. She grabbed his shoulders and demanded, “More.”

His smug smile surprised her. “Lesson learned?”

Bastard.She couldn’t help the huff of laughter in defeat. “God, yes.” She would never call him Sparky again. He drove into her relentlessly, pushing her further and further until she snapped. Her gasp and then moan were probably heard three floors down, but she didn’t care. Deacon came shortly after her and collapsed on top of her before pulling out. He got up and disposed of the condom, went to the bathroom, and washed before coming back to bed with a warm washcloth for her, which was something no one had ever done for her before. He slid in, and she tucked up next to him. As they laid there, he played with her hair as they floated back to normal breathing. Finally, she poked him.

“You’re a dick,” she said, causing him to laugh.

“In a good way?” he asked.

She lifted on her elbow but had to reposition because she landed on her hair and yanked her head down. “Ouch.” She lifted again and pulled all her hair behind her before turning back to him. “Tell me, in all your wandering in the world, have you ever heard of someone being a dick in a good way?”

He sighed and scratched his chest. “Well, I’ve heard of dicking someone good.”

“Well, you did do that,” she agreed. “But that bit at the end there. Uncool.”

“Oh, you mean edging you?” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have lasted much longer. You’re exceptionally hot, and I haven’t had sex this good in quite a while.”

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