Page 100 of The Promise Of Rain
A sob climbed up my throat, but I forced it back down.I would have this.I would have him.And I would not think about what was to come.
His hands slid down to brace my neck before stroking over my shoulders and down my ribs to my hips.
Lost in his kiss, I barely noticed him grasping the sides of my knit dress and slowly gathering the skirt in his hands.
When it reached my waist, he drew back and gently pulled it up over my head.
I dropped my gaze, unsure about my plain bra and panties and my oh-so-not-sexy thick black tights.
“Don’t,” he whispered, trailing his lips along the line of my jaw and tipping my face up.“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I nodded tightly, swallowing the pain of knowing he’d been with other women.
That he’d left me behind.
And tied his soul to someone else’s.
I drew in a shuddering breath.
He was here now.
Solid and strong, his big hands holding me like I was the most precious gift.
Dipping his head, he touched his forehead to mine as his big hands traveled down my back to the clasp of my bra, trembling as he drew the two sides apart and dragged them down my arms.
When I reached for the buttons on his shirt, he broke our kiss and stood tall.This time he didn’t stop me.
I spread the two halves open and palmed his hard chest, reveling in the solid muscles under my hands, the tangible proof he was here with me, before pushing it back off his wide shoulders.
“I need to touch you,” I pleaded as his hands came up to encircle my wrists.“Let me touch you.”
“I’m all yours, Jenny,” he promised softly, dropping his arms to his sides.
I closed my eyes, denying them his harsh beauty to give my hands free rein, imprinting the feel of him in my memory.
Reaching his belt buckle, I didn’t hesitate to release it and flick open the button of his jeans.
The rasp of the zipper sent a shudder of raw desire down my spine.“Oh, God,” I breathed, my knees softening.
His arms came around me, and he lowered me to the bed before crawling up to brace over me, his jeans splayed open.
I trailed my fingers down the centre of his chest to run over his abdomen and dip under the waistband of his boxers.
My eyes fluttered shut as I grasped his hard length in my hand and heard his soft grunt.“I want you inside me.”
He rolled his hips, fucking my hand, his body strung tight like a bow.
Releasing him, I spread my legs around his thighs in invitation.I was long past want and deep in need.I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs and urged him closer.
“Deacon, I can’t wait any longer.”
An involuntary sob burst from me.I threw my arms around his torso and held him tight.“I missed you so much.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice gruff.Hanging his head, he pressed his pelvis into the cradle of mine and confessed, “I’m so sorry.”
Tears streamed over my temples.
My hands ran over every inch of his body I could reach before grasping his hair and pulling his mouth to mine.
