Page 46 of The Captive
“No, it feels good,” she whispered.“Everything you’re doing feels so good.”
Looking appeased, he resumed his gentle assault, kissing and fondling her breasts, running his big hands over her hips.And then one hand moved between her legs, stroking her over her pants, teasing and rubbing until she impatiently fumbled for the button at her waistband.
Deacon helped her out, popping open the button and sliding the material down her legs.His hand returned to tease her throbbing sex, and somehow he managed to remove every last inch of clothing separating them—using only one hand.His shirt and pants wound up on the floor, her bra disappeared entirely, and his boxers and her panties were a tangled mess at their feet.
They both groaned as his bare chest met her breasts.The light dusting of hair between his pecs tickled her rigid nipples, making Lana giddy with desire.They kissed again, while his heavy erection strained against her belly.Lana reached down, stroked him, pumped him, drawing a ragged groan from his lips.Flames of arousal licked at her skin, heating that tender spot between her legs, until she finally brought his tip there and teased them both.
She almost reminded him to get protection, but suddenly they both glanced down at her stomach, and the realization that they didn’t need anything seemed to settle over both of them.Bracing his hands on her waist, Deacon pushedhimself inside her.He dragged out the motion, sliding in slowly, inch by incredible inch.
Sweat bloomed on Lana’s forehead.This wastorture.She wanted him to fill her, to drive her over the edge into oblivion.With an impatient moan, she lifted her bottom, joining their bodies completely.
Deacon’s head fell against her neck, his groan warming her skin.He withdrew slightly, and then he was moving.A fast, reckless pace that had her clinging to his strong back.Pleasure swelled in her womb, rising, spreading.Every muscle in her body tightened, every nerve ending sizzled with her impending climax.
And then Deacon squeezed out,“Lana,”and she toppled right over that edge.Her climax ripped through her, so raw and powerful that her fingernails dug into the sinewy muscles of his back.Deacon’s hazel eyes burned with arousal, glazed with release, and his guttural cry and hurried thrusts intensified the waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
When the waves finally ebbed, delicious lethargy spread through her.Deacon’s chest rose and fell against her breasts, his breath hot on her neck, his lips even hotter as he peppered kisses on her skin.
“God, Lana,” he murmured.“You’re so incredible.”
She waited for her pulse to slow, for her limbs to figure out how to move again and then she rolled over to her side so they lay face to face.
“I like seeing you look like this,” she murmured back, as she traced the proud line of his jaw with her thumb.
“Like what?”
“Not so…hard.” She touched his fuller bottom lip.“Not so cold.”
He rested one hand on her waist, drawing circles over her hip bone with one lazy finger.“It only happens when I’m around you.”
The gruff confession brought a spark of gratification.“I guess that makes me pretty special.”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
Their gazes locked, and then, as if pulled by a magnet, they both looked down at her belly again.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”he asked, the concern in his voice making her heart do a little flip.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him.“Or the baby.”
To her disappointment, the softness in his eyes dimmed at the mention of their child.Her throat tightened as a crushing realization pressed against her chest.
“You’re not planning on being in this baby’s life, are you?”
His shuttered expression was all the answer she needed.
“Why?”she whispered.
“Because I can’t.”
“Why?”She knew she sounded like a two-year-old tossing “whys” at her parents, but she truly couldn’t make sense of any of this.“We got away, Deacon.Nobody has to know you were ever involved in the abduction.We could—” Her voice cracked.“We could raise this baby together.”
Pure torture reflected in his eyes.“I’ll know, Lana.I’llalways know that I was responsible for keeping you hostage.And I can’t live with that.I can’t be with you knowing how much pain I caused.”
His words settled between them like an impassable mountain.She knew then that no matter how much she argued, how much she tried to show him otherwise, she might never be able to break through that obstacle.His guilt.His shame.
“I’m going to get you back to your family,” he went on, his voice husky, “and then I’ll disappear from your life.I know that’s not what you want to hear, but—”
“What happened after your parents died?”she cut in.
