Chapter 12

I wrapped myself around him with my arms and legs and held him tightly in place so I could just keep kissing him—slow, sensual, drugging kisses that went on and on until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. Deacon worshipped my mouth with his and seemed as content as I was to kiss and rock together.

In an instant the barely there friction on my dick was not enough. I arched and writhed, pushing up against Deacon, seeking more contact. He pressed back, pinned my hips with his, and wrenched his mouth from mine. His lips were kiss-swollen and wet, and he looked utterly debauched. I groaned and wiggled again and lifted my legs higher.

“Want more, huh?” His smirk was both hot and arrogant.

I managed a strangled laugh. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

Deacon nudged my head to the side and attached his lips to my jaw. He sucked and kissed his way up to my ear. He caught the lobe between his teeth, nibbled until I shivered, and then whispered, “Want me to fuck you?”