Page 83 of Deceive Me
Elliot’s thoughts seemed to be running parallel to his, proof he wasn’t doing his current job well enough. “I could stay home tomorrow. I’m not much of a shopper.”
“You did pretty well last time.”
Elliot blushed, the fiery color reaching all the way to his lips on her skin. He’d wondered if her blush extended to her breasts; he knew now. He’d really known when she’d shown him her purchase last week. The memory of her in the deep blue lace bra and panty set was enough to make him harden in ways he really shouldn’t in an athletic cup—and fighting with Elliot, the cup was a necessity.
No, not on the mat. In the shower, though…
He hauled Elliot to her feet.
He’d kept the room down the hall from Sydney’s, just enough space between them that he didn’t have to worry about any sounds he and Elliot might make waking his daughter. He led her straight into the bathroom now, his hands shaking with the need to have her against him, have her surrounding him. After locking the doors, he turned on the water, then turned to Elliot.
His mouth watered.
She was dragging her sports bra over her head, workout shorts and underwear already on the ground. Totally bare to him, totally unguarded. Deacon’s gut clenched. There was no guile in Elliot—last week he’d commanded her to keep the lingerie on, only pulling the cups down to bare her sensitive breasts for him. She’d given him a confused look, one that faded into shock, then a heavy surge of hunger when he’d sat her atop him, pulled her panties aside, and feasted on her nipples while she gloved him tight. Her open pleasure stood in sharp contrast to the secrets she’d held inside for so long, like her soul could finally let go. And every time, the hunger seemed to surprise her—his and hers. He didn’t think he’d ever lose that hunger. If not for Sydney, they’d spend days in bed instead of a few hours on the weekends.
He stalked toward her now, loving the way she shivered, the way her bright eyes darkened with desire as he went to his knees in front of her, kissed his way across her damp skin to the turgid nipple just waiting for him. When he nudged her with his nose, the tip of his tongue, Elliot’s fingers clenched in his hair.
He pulled the nub between his lips and suckled.
They both groaned.
“Deacon, please.”
He released her with a lick. “Please what?”
“Please stop teasing.”
He chuckled, his breath blowing against her wet nipple. The tip crinkled up hard.
“Bastard.”
“You love it; you know you do.”
“I do.” Her hands slid down to his jaw, tugging upward until their eyes met. “I love you.”
She had no idea what a gift those words were—or maybe she did. The glint of tears in her eyes confirmed the emotion behind them, the same emotion that burned at the backs of his. Elliot had come such a long way in such a short time. He thanked God every day for the gift he’d been given, to love again, to show her how to love, how to be a family. And someday soon, when she was ready, he’d ask her to make it official, to marry him, to move in with them.
But in the meantime…
Standing, he took her hand and led her toward the shower.
Steam surrounded them as the door clicked closed. Elliot gravitated toward the hot stream of water, her head tipping back beneath the spray just like her namesake. His cock jerked at the sight, and he couldn’t resist reaching for her, following the tracks each droplet made on her skin, exploring every hill and hollow, every place that made her breath catch and made his balls ache for release. He traced the graceful curve of her neck, the shoulders too delicate to carry the weight of her past, her training, her job. Those full, beautiful breasts with tips so sensitive she hissed as his calloused fingers moved over them. Narrow ribs, full hips. The light patch of curls between her legs.
And God, her legs…he wanted them wrapped around him—now, not later. Wanted to know again the power that surged inside him when she opened herself and let him in, trusted him with her body and her heart, trusted him enough to be vulnerable in a way she’d never trusted anyone before.
“Open for me, Elliot.”
Without hesitation one leg slid out, giving him access. He brought a finger up to open her shyly closed lips. Elliot whimpered at the glide of his touch along her most vulnerable place, tilting her hips to get more as he pushed a long digit inside her. So wet. So right.
Elliot went to her toes.
“You’re ready, aren’t you, spitfire. So ready for me.”
“Yes! Deacon, please…”
He added another finger, the tight fit making him sweat. Elliot’s G-spot was puffy, swollen, shouting her need clearly. He rubbed the pads of his fingertips against it. When his palm pressed up, adding pressure to her clit, she detonated with a loud cry.
“That’s it, love.” He ground his hand against her, inside her. “Let go for me.”
