Page 80 of Beautiful Broken Love

“No,” I breathed.

“What else then?” His mouth was closer. He slid one of the hands on my waist down to the curve of my ass.

“I don’t know,” I said, and he gave my butt a squeeze, which caused a needy breath to catch in my throat.

“Well, I know what I wanna do.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Take this skirt off and fuck you against the window.” His mouth grazed my jawline, and his voice carried up to the shell of my ear. “Can I do that to you, D?”

His voice nearly made me fold. My lips parted as he hovered his mouth above mine. “Yes.”

“What’s the magic word?”

I leaned in and kissed him softly, slowly, coaxing an illicit groan out of him before whispering the answer.“Brunch.”

His mouth curved into a smile, and before I knew it, he was taking his shirt off and I was tearing at the buttons of my blouse. He reached for my skirt and unzipped it from the back, and when it and my panties were a puddle around my feet, he took off his basketball shorts and boxers and picked me up in his arms.

I gasped and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, afraid I’d fall.

“I got you, D,” he murmured. There was safeness in his voice. A sureness. I relaxed.

Deke adjusted me in his arms and pressed my upper back to the window. The glass was cool on my skin, but when I looked into his eyes, all I saw was heat that could melt a glacier.

“Should I get a condom?” he asked.

“If you want to,” I whispered. Then I added, “I’m protected, though. I assume you’re clean?”

“All clean.”

With one arm holding me steady, his other went down to grip the base of his dick. I couldn’t help but look. It was dark and thick, with a round, dark-pink head. He was already hard, stroking it up and down. The tip of it glistened with anticipation, and I drew in a steady breath as he inched closer.

“You’re protected, huh?” he breathed out, like he was surprised to hear that I was.

“Yes.”

I wasn’t about to get into a whole spiel about how I hadn’t stopped taking birth control after Lewis had passed, or the months before that, when he was diagnosed. We barely had sex after that crippling newswas delivered, and though I had a feeling we never would again, I still held out hope.

And just because I hadn’t wanted to find love again, it didn’t mean I wouldn’t want to havesexagain.

“That’s all I need to know,” Deke said, bringing me back to the present. He pushed the head of his dick into me, and a breath escaped me as I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades.

Shit.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this sort of penetration, and with it came a familiar sting. He pushed in deeper, before lifting his head to find my eyes.

“This okay?” he breathed.

“Yeah. Keep going.”

He cupped me in his hands while giving me what I wanted. Each thick inch of him stretched me more, and I caged the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth.

A groan rattled in his chest, and when he was all in, I couldn’t resist the satisfied moan that slipped out. He was so big—bigger than I expected—and I loved it.

“Damn, Davina,” he groaned. “I knew you’d feel good.”

He held my gaze, searching my face until I finally dropped my mouth on his. He pressed me flush against the window, and our kiss was wild, sloppy, and eager. Our tongues twirled and entwined as he pumped his hips.

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