Page 83 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

I would teach her what my love meant.

“Take off everything but your panties,” I grunted.

Her eyes grew hazy again. “Deacon.”

“Go.”

She pattered away, disappearing behind the guestroom door. I imagined her doing as I commanded and cursed my impatience for denying me the view.

Moving steadily to the room I shared with Reid, I found the object I needed and spun back around.

On the way to the door, I caught sight of my son in his crib. The pounding, ragged adrenaline slipped a little.

My heart enlarged with love.

The feelings I had for Angel were of a different kind, but it was just as encompassing.

I would live and die for them both.

In three steps, I was out of the room and crossing the hall to the guest bedroom.

It was time to get to work.

27

Angel

“Are you okay?” Deacon murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. His musky, manly scent slathered all over me, taking possession, staking claim.

Tangled in him, limp from exhaustion and throat hoarse, I could only nod.

“Good.” Another kiss. His nose nuzzled against my forehead. Once harsh breaths now softly hit my ear. “I know you don’t do this often.”

I smiled, recalling the night we’d made out in the hammock and I admitted that I didn’t drink or hook up with strangers.

Things had gotten out of hand tonight, but I was too satisfied for regrets.

And he was far from a stranger.

Deacon pulled me flush against his chest. My face pressed against the dark hair between his pecs. A current of heat zipped my shoulder as he dropped a kiss there.

“I’m exhausted,” I admitted.

“Good.”

I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and stroked softly. He nuzzled the side of my face, the raspy spikes of his five o’clock shadow rough against my skin.

“Go to sleep,” I whispered.

“Will you be here when I wake?”

I froze.

That raw vulnerability, the unfettered plea beneath the iron grip of his tone, it was unlike him. I blinked and tilted my chin up, studying his beautiful face. Square jaw. Protruding cheek bones. Mess of short, curly hair. His eyes were closed.

In the shadows, I saw the man behind the brooding mystery, behind the rows of abs and the layers of secrets, and it weakened me.

Because I hadn’t been prepared for it.

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