Page 71 of The Promise Of Rain
My desire cooled, and I struggled to sit up.“I just did!”
Pushing me back down, he brushed his knuckle over my clit.
My head fell back and I closed my eyes.
He did it again.
I held my breath, my legs quivering as I waited for him to do it again.
It had been so long.
My body was starving.
He didn’t move.
I writhed in his lap, nearly mindless with need as once more he teased me with the lightest of touch.
I raised my head to plead with him, my voice raw.“Please, Deacon.”
He was more dangerous than ever.Jaw tight, dark eyes hooded with passion, he stared intently into mine.
A frisson of fear raised a warning, telling me to flee.
Warning me he wanted more than I was willing to give.
But at that moment, I would have traded my soul for just one orgasm I didn’t have to self administer.
His hips rolled, his erection pressing against my cheeks on his lap.
Prepared to throw all caution into the wind, I pressed back into that delicious hardness, eliciting a soft grunt from his chest.
“Please, what?”he pushed, tension building in his large frame.
High spots of colour darkened his face.Lips parted, eyes diamond hard, he looked at me like I was the sweetest of treats.
I swallowed; my nerves alight by this side to him I never knew.
He liked me asking.
Maybe even begging.
“Please, Deacon,” I murmured.
He hummed low in his chest.
Feminine power rushed through me.
I licked my bottom lip, reveling as his eyes tracked the movement before returning to narrow on mine.
I blinked languidly, my body turning liquid under the heat of his gaze.“Please make me come.”
Firm, kissable lips straightened into a line as his hand found the waistband of my leggings and quickly tunneled into my panties to cup my sex.
I sucked in a sharp, shocked breath.
“You’re not going to top from the bottom, baby,” he warned.
“Sorry,” I gasped, though I had no idea what I was apologizing for.
