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  Her hands came down to lock in his hair, and he didn't remove them. He liked the feel of them clenching there, telling him how badly she wanted to come. How good he was making her feel.

  "Please..."

  God, he loved that husky sound of need in her voice. “Please what?"

  "Please...help me come.” She curled her spine, trying to push her nipple into his mouth.

  He pulled back. “Help you? Or let you?"

  When he didn't touch her again, her eyes opened. She blinked slowly as the words finally registered. He knew they did, because she stiffened slightly.

  Driving the point home, he teased her wet folds, then pulled away when her eyes slid closed. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Ask me."

  Her lids lifted, and she stared into his face. She trusted him to give her pleasure, but the words, the surrender, were hard for her. Bending his head, he nuzzled the sensitive nipple to coax her along.

  "Ask me to let you come.” He took her into his mouth and suckled, his wet fingers sliding through her slippery folds. Up to graze her clit, but careful not to give her enough to send her over the edge. Then back down to push inside her luscious pussy.

  Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she pressed her hips up against his hand. “Deke, please, I...” He stroked her swollen clit again, and she let out a plaintive cry, lifting into him, her whole body trembling.

  Deke watched her face as he held her there, right on the edge. He could read her so clearly. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her expression filled with agonized pleasure. So fucking gorgeous he could come just from the look on her face and the feel of that ass rubbing against his cock.

  Her head tossed back and forth. “Please let me come,” she blurted, mindless with the need for release.

  "Good girl.” He moved his hand away, and she gasped, staring up at him in dismay. “Shh,” he soothed. “This time.” With a slow, easy suckle at her breast, he slid two fingers into her snug pussy. She clenched around him and cried out, dragging a groan out of him as he slid in and out, over her sweet spot. After a few strokes, he finally laid his thumb over her straining clit and gave her what she'd asked so sweetly for.

  In response, Jessica groaned and tightened her hold on his head, thrusting her hips against his searching fingers, working herself against him. Totally uninhibited, surrendering to the pleasure he gave her. Exactly the way he wanted her.

  Keeping the rhythm of his hand and mouth steady, he stared up at her face as the strong pulses of her orgasm began, savoring the gift of her submission.

  "Ah, God!” She wailed, the cry sharp and full of relief as her body clenched around his fingers, hips bucking while the waves tore through her. Damn, she was beautiful.

  He helped her ride out every last second of the pleasure before raising his head and pulling out of her delectable pussy. He lifted his fingers to his mouth to taste her, groaning at the sweetness of her juices. If she hadn't looked so exhausted, he would have gone to his knees and put his mouth between those pretty thighs, licked her up like a starving man until she begged him not to stop. And then he'd unzip his fly and push his hard cock inside her, watch her explode while he fucked her.

  Fighting the raging hunger burning inside him, he forced the need back and concentrated on the satisfied woman in his lap. She lay sprawled across his body, completely limp. Both her hands fell away from his head, as if she no longer had the strength to hold onto him.

  Deke settled her against the couch and smoothed a hand over her damp skin, reveling in the fulfilled look on her face, fighting to ignore the pounding in his groin. As he stroked the hair away from her cheek, her murmur of enjoyment filled him with warmth. She barely stirred when he finally drew the halves of the robe closed. He shifted to pull her against his chest, and she snuggled contentedly into his body, stealing another piece of his heart.

  With her head cradled in the hollow of his shoulder, he laid his head back and enjoyed the feel of having her relaxed and sated in his arms. He stroked his hands through her thick mass of curls and over the sleek curve of her spine, more content than he could ever remember. And he shouldn't have been.

  Because when she left Monday morning, she'd be taking a piece of him with her. Damned if he knew how she'd gotten to him so fast, but she had. How the hell was he supposed to let her go when he'd just found her?

  Jessie woke to the feel of his hands stroking over the back of her robe. Deacon smiled down at her when she lifted her head, and she smiled back. “Was I asleep long?"

  "No.” He shifted and tightened his hold on her.

  She sighed and cuddled in closer, loving the intimacy between them. After the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given her, he'd drawn her robe around her and held her in his arms—all without demanding she return the favor. She felt like the most cherished woman on the planet.

  If she was careful to keep her feelings locked up tight, she still had a shot at walking away from this fling unscathed.

  When she moved her thigh, she met the unmistakable ridge of his erection. Her gaze sought his. His eyes glowed with arousal, but he wasn't pushing her for anything. He seemed content to lay just the way they were, and it confused her. The bulge pressing against her leg was thick and hard, and he had to be hurting. The thought of going down on him sent a dark thrill through her body and created a rush of heat between her thighs. Giving head was something she'd done because her partners had liked it, but she'd never really enjoyed it.

  With Deacon? She couldn't wait to taste him, make him moan and writhe with pleasure. Only she wasn't sure if he'd let her. Did the dominance thing extend to receiving oral sex, too? Only one way to find out.

  Taking his face between her hands, she bent forward and kissed him. He surprised her by letting her set the pace, and she kept it slow and sexy to push their need higher, teasing his tongue with hers. His hands continued to coast over her back and hips, drugging in their soothing motion. She put a palm to his chest, rubbing for a moment before slipping the first button undone. Then the next and the next, until she had the thing undone and she could touch the bare skin beneath.

  She was already breathing hard, so turned on she could have jumped him right then and there. But she wanted to take him in her mouth worse.

  Exploring the hard swells and ridges of muscle across his chest and belly, she let her hand trail lower, over the waistband of his jeans. She paused, letting the anticipation build for both of them, then cupped his erection. He moaned softly into her mouth, and she took that as all the encouragement she needed.

  Finding the button of his fly, she worked it undone and parted the denim, dying to feel his rigid cock in her hand. Deke stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

  She looked up at him in disappointment. Didn't he want her to touch him?

  His eyes glittered down at her in the lamplight. “Sit up and take off your robe."

  The raw arousal in his voice made her breath catch. Pushing up, she scooted back to her knees beside him, raised her hands to the lapels of the robe and slowly parted them. His eyes were so dark with hunger it made her belly clench. The soft fabric opened, revealing her pale skin to his gaze as it slid off her shoulders and down her arms. Baring her breasts and nipples, already hard and aching for his touch.

  But rather than touching them as she expected, he took her hand and brought it to the button on his fly. Smiling, she undid it quickly and pulled down the boxer briefs to stare at the length of hard, gleaming flesh. A low sound escaped from her throat as she reached for it, but again Deke stopped her and brushed her hand aside.

  Ignoring her sound of frustration, he watched her while he curled his fingers around his erection. She forgot to breathe. Then he began dragging his fist over himself in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, and she squeezed her legs together to relieve the sudden, violent ache there. God she wanted him. In her mouth and then in her pussy.

  Just when she was thinking about reaching for him again, he lifted his hips and dragged the layers of cloth further away, down to his muscular thighs,
exposing his taut balls. Stroking his rigid flesh one more time, he smiled, as though he knew how turned on the erotic show had made her.

  Before she could try to touch him, Deke snaked out a hand and caught her wrist, dragging it down his abdomen to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft. He felt like warm steel in her grip. She stroked him gently, making a quiet humming sound. Deke shifted to give her better access, and Jessie immediately curled up next to his hip, staring at her hand as it slid over him. He was so gorgeous. Her heart beat a hard tattoo against her ribs.

  She watched him lift a hand, his fingers sifting through the tangle of dark curls that spilled over her breasts, pausing to caress the skin beneath. She arched her back and sighed, her aching nipples peeking out between the curls, begging for attention.

  "God, I love the way you touch me.” Her voice was husky with arousal, her hand still stroking him.

  "Do you?” He caught a nipple between his fingers and tugged lightly.

  Her spine bowed, eyes closing in helpless pleasure. “Yes.” She wanted to make him purr with that same level of pleasure before she took him in her mouth.

  "Arch your back more.” He sat up a bit, bracing his back against the chocolate leather of the couch. She did, thrusting more of her breasts toward him through her hair. He took the other deep pink nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently, rolling and tugging.

  On a gasp, Jessie opened her eyes and let him see the quiet yearning in her. An answering growl ripped from him, and he slid one hand up into her curls and tugged on a fistful. But instead of crawling up his body, she ignored the silent command and scooted down on the floor to nestle between his open thighs. She stared hungrily at his cock, and when she wet her lips, he seemed to swell even more.

  Leaning down, she nibbled and kissed her way down his hard belly, pausing when her cheek brushed the length of throbbing flesh in her fist, making him wait, showing him how much she wanted this.

  In answer, Deke tightened the hand in her hair and squeezed as he stroked the other over her cheek. “Taste me,” he said in a low voice.

  Lifting her head, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes as she parted her lips and slowly touched her tongue to the bead of moisture at the tip of his cock. His low rumble of enjoyment created a hot throb between her thighs. She loved the sexy way he dominated her.

  His grip on her hair tightened, tugging her downward. “Suck me, sugar.” His voice was a low rasp. “I want to see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."

  His words sent a flare of heat through her body, making the ache in her clit worse. She lowered her gaze and slowly opened her lips around the thick head. Her tongue swept over the sensitive crest before she began sucking on him. Deke moaned and thrust his hips slightly into her mouth, making pleasure flow through her veins in thick waves.

  Glancing up, she gripped the base with one hand and slid the other between his thighs to fondle and tease his balls. Deke hummed low in his throat and rubbed his fingers over her scalp. He closed his eyes, as though savoring the feel of her mouth engulfing him. “So good, baby."

  The words made her even hotter, but the tenderness in his tone filled a place inside her that was starving for his approval. Jessie made a hungry little sound and took him deeper, sucking slow and easy, unable to get enough. He was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. Salty and tangy, all gorgeous aroused male. Addictive as the hand in her hair and his low voice urging her on.

  He gently controlled the slow bob of her head and smoothed a palm over the curve of her ass raised in the air. “You like sucking my cock, don't you, sugar?"

  "Mmmhmm,” she hummed around his hard flesh.

  He trailed a finger over one ass cheek. “Turn around. I want to play with your pussy while you suck me."

  His graphic words sent a thrill shooting through her. She needed more of his touch. Craved it with a power that frightened her as much as it aroused her.

  With the need drowning out anything else, she shifted on her knees and moved to the side to angle her body for his pleasure, exposing the slick folds of her sex to him. The position was submissive in the extreme, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Deke leaned over and lowered a hand toward her. Her body tensed in anticipation, dying for the moment when he would finally touch her.

  When she moved closer to his hand, one long finger finally traced the delicate crease between her cheeks. Lower. Lower, until she jumped and looked up at him in shock, automatically reaching back to grab his wrist and stop him. Deke merely smiled and gently disengaged from her hold as he guided her head back into place.

  She obeyed the silent command, eyeing him warily as she moved her mouth up and down his length, her other hand resuming its exploration between his thighs.

  His expression tightened. “Yeah, right there... Damn, I love the way you suck me."

  Warmed by the praise in his voice, she lost herself in pleasuring him. Deke skimmed down the crease between her buttocks again, this time barely brushing over the tight rosette. She jerked like he'd slapped her, but he held her head in place and blocked her flailing hand. “Shh."

  She made a sound of protest and tried to move her hips away, but then he gently smoothed a palm over her bottom. When his hand coasted down further she tensed, but he merely slid lower to tease and play with her open folds, already wet with her arousal.

  Jessie moaned and closed her eyes, letting her body relax as she got lost in the pleasure.

  "So pretty, baby,” he murmured, firming his grip on her head.

  Her clit throbbed mercilessly, making her squirm for his touch. He teased her labia with a slow caress, drawing her juices over the swelling flesh, lubricating her. Finally, he eased a finger into her pussy, sliding in and out firmly over her G-spot until she moaned and pressed back for more.

  He withdrew and tenderly stroked to her clit, grazing the edge with his fingertips. She released a soft gasp, and a quick tremor rolled through her. He stroked her again, right over the ultra-sensitive tip. She moaned low in her throat, a sound of animal pleasure that vibrated around his cock. Deke groaned in response and tipped his head back, the pleasure clear in his blissful expression. Lifting his head to stare down at her, he caressed her slick clit until she trembled and whimpered in need.

  He stroked her hair while she suckled him, praising her when she found just the right spot. “Yeah, right there Jess. Feels so good, baby."

  She moaned and took him deeper into her mouth, lost in her need. When she pushed back into his hand and cried out, his belly and thigh muscles tightened. Still stroking her pulsing nub, he released his hold on her thick hair to push two fingers into her pussy and slide them in and out. Jessie made a choked sound and squeezed her eyes shut as her mouth sucked him harder, faster, her orgasm building, just out of reach.

  Oh God, please don't let him stop. It was too good, too perfect.

  "Come for me, Jess."

  Three more strokes over her clit, and he thrust his fingers deep. Something inside her ignited.

  She cried out around his cock, her whole body shuddering as release tore through her. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, squeezing him as Deke finally allowed her to take him over the edge. Cupping her head in one hand, he dropped his head back and let go with a guttural moan. She swallowed the warm jets of semen without hesitation, starving for him, still awash in pleasure. When he finally opened his eyes, she was licking him clean, and his gaze was so full of tenderness it brought a lump to her throat.

  After smoothing her hair back, he gently pulled her head up. “Come here, sugar.” He opened his arms, and she crawled up his body to sprawl atop him. Releasing a contented sigh, she snuggled in close and buried her face in his throat. He ran a hand over her mussed hair. “Ready to sleep now?"

  She nodded against his neck and kept her eyes shut, afraid he'd see the sudden vulnerability she felt. He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He stripped off his clothes and slid in beside her, the bed dipping under his wei
ght. A second later, he pulled her back into his arms and cradled her tight against him.

  Already attached to him more than she wanted to be, Jessie soaked up the comfort of his embrace. Giving herself to him so completely had left her feeling exposed, a little lost. Maybe it should have scared her, but she was too tired to care.

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  Chapter Seven

  Deke woke to the sound of the morning doves cooing outside the cabin and the feel of gentle fingers drifting over his lower back. Jessie's fingers. Touching his scars. One by one, he forced his muscles to relax under her touch and let go of the tension in his body.

  Warm lips pressed between his shoulder blades as she nuzzled him there. “Morning."

  He turned his head, enjoying the sight of her all tousled from sleeping with him in his bed. “Mornin'."

  She watched her fingers move over his skin. “What happened? You never told me."

  Her hand stroked slow and gentle, then firmer. It felt good. Relaxing. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself the simple pleasure of enjoying her touch. “Landed wrong during a HALO jump."

  "Is that the kind where you jump out of high altitude airplanes?"

  "Yeah.” He grinned. “You been doing some research?"

  "You know how much I love my laptop. Google is my friend,” she teased. Then she shrugged. “Actually, I read that Special Ops magazine on your bathroom counter while I was in the tub last night. I found it very informative."

  Deke chuckled. That was so like her, to do research on his background. He liked that she was so interested in what he'd done, because he was damn proud of his time in the military. “It was a night jump into a high mountain landing zone. I fractured a few vertebrae in my lower back and destroyed a couple discs. Medevac didn't happen until morning, then they transferred me to Germany.” He hadn't been able to feel or move his legs the whole time. He'd been terrified he'd wind up permanently paralyzed.

  "Took two surgeries to get everything back into place.” He was lucky to be walking, much less functioning as well as he did. The pain he suffered on a daily basis was nothing compared to spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, like so many of the other patients he'd seen.