Page 84 of The Promise Of Rain
I glanced back at the door.
Did I have time to test it?
Crawling up, I gingerly sat down.
“Nice,” I whispered.Before I could talk myself out of it, I lay down and closed my eyes.
I could see myself here with him.
I breathed deep.
I could abandon myself with him on this big bed.One day, hopefully, I would.
Sliding off the mattress, I shimmied out of my skirt and pulled my sweater over my head Next, I peeled off my thick, black tights and rolled them into a ball.
Should I take off my bra?
I looked down, taking in the plain, white cotton and wished I had the guts to wear something sexy.
Or at least sexier.
Leaving the bra on, I pulled his t-shirt over my head then lifted the neckline to my nose to breathe in his scent.
My eyelids fluttered shut.
And they weren’t the only thing fluttering.
Pulling the clips from my hair, I massaged my scalp and allowed the heavy mass to tumble down my back.
I eyed the sleep pants.
Sucking in a lungful of courage, I left them on the bed and padded downstairs, my legs and feet bare.
Deacon stood with his hands hitched on his hips.The warm light of a solitary lamp cast him in shadows as he stared out the window into the night.
When I hit the second stair from the bottom, he turned to me with a smile.
As soon as he saw me, his face went blank, and his hands dropped to his sides.
I froze in place, unable to read him.
His eyes traveled down to my bare toes before dragging themselves back up to my face.
I held my breath.
And then he dipped his chin.
My foot lifted and I grabbed the railing, my toes searching for the stair behind me as my body screamed, ‘Retreat!’
“Oh, no, baby,” he rumbled, his face dark as his long legs ate up the space between us.“It’s far too late for that.”
Reaching me, eyes hooded, he captured my gaze and cupped one hand around my waist.
My eyes widened on his as the muscle in his jaw twitched.Gaze hard and unyielding, he slowly slid his other hand up the outside of my thigh.When he reached my panties, he ran his thumb along the edge, sweeping down toward the inside of my thigh.
“Oh,” I breathed, my knees nearly buckling as my panties flooded.
Moving closer, he grasped my wrists and wrapped my arms around his neck before taking hold of my hips and yanking me forward.
