doing something I wouldn’t normally do, but not enough to keep me from doing it.
His eyes are still on me, and I can tell by the way his chest is quickly moving up and down that he’s breathing heavily. I honestly can’t tell if he’s pissed or nervous or what, but I need to know before we go any farther.
“Deke—”
“Was she right?” he interrupts, motioning with his thumb over his shoulder.
Confused, I tilt my head to the side and furrow my brows. “Was who right about what?”
“Lacy. She said you have a crush on me. Was she right?”
There’s no reason to lie or play it off like it’s no big deal. Having this conversation was my goal tonight, and I can’t chicken out now.
“Yes,” I breathe out. It’s a simple word to say, but the power it holds is incredible. This moment will either rock my world or devastate me completely.
After a few seconds, Deacon still hasn’t responded, so I try to lighten the moment. “I’m surprised you hadn’t figured it out sooner. I pretty much follow you around like a lost puppy dog every chance I get.”
His intense expression softens, and he smiles. It’s small, and his eyes don’t crinkle at the edges like I like them to, but it’s enough to get me breathing again. Until his warm hand cradles my cheek, that is.
I’m frozen in place as I watch his eyes take in every inch of my face. It reminds me of how I feel when I look at a painting for the first time. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time and doesn’t want to forget even the tiniest detail. It also reminds me that he’s leaving tomorrow, but I don’t want to think about that right now. I can’t.
He glances from my lips to my eyes and back, just like I did to him earlier, and he slowly leans forward. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath on me like we’re sharing the air, and that’s a good thing because I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe on my own.
Deacon leans even closer and whispers my name before placing his mouth on mine. His lips are firm but soft, and he pulls away much too soon. It can’t be over yet; I refuse to accept that. To my relief, his mouth is back where it belongs before I can protest. This time, his kiss has more force, and he takes his time sucking on my top lip, then my bottom, before sliding his tongue inside my mouth.
I’ve been kissed before, but I’ve never been tasted—explored. It’s like he’s memorizing me again, but I don’t allow myself to think about why he’d need to do that. I refuse to think about what happens tomorrow when this moment right here is what I’ve wanted for so long.
We eventually separate, both of us gasping for air. Something comes over me, and I have to have him again. With speed and agility I didn’t know I had, I’m over the stick shift and straddling his lap within seconds. I slide my fingers through his thick hair and pull him to me. He tastes like beer and mint gum, and he smells so freaking good.
Why didn’t this happen sooner?
My train of thought flies out the window when I feel Deacon’s hands grab my butt and pull me closer. The movement causes a deep moan to escape, and I desperately want to hear that sound from him again. I grind my hips lower and am momentarily shocked at what I feel. I knew boys . . . men . . . became hard when aroused, but I had no idea it was like that . He’s thick, solid between my legs and he fits perfectly, hitting exactly where I need him to. He continues to move my body over his, and his grunts and heavy breaths make me feel powerful. I can’t believe I’m making him feel this way, having this effect on him, and I never want it to stop.
But it does.
Too soon, Deacon halts my movements and pulls his mouth away, but his eyes stay locked on mine. I can see the struggle. The fight he’s having with how he’s feeling in this moment and what he thinks we should or shouldn’t do.
“Cami, we can’t do this.” His voice sounds pained, but it’s nothing
His eyes are still on me, and I can tell by the way his chest is quickly moving up and down that he’s breathing heavily. I honestly can’t tell if he’s pissed or nervous or what, but I need to know before we go any farther.
“Deke—”
“Was she right?” he interrupts, motioning with his thumb over his shoulder.
Confused, I tilt my head to the side and furrow my brows. “Was who right about what?”
“Lacy. She said you have a crush on me. Was she right?”
There’s no reason to lie or play it off like it’s no big deal. Having this conversation was my goal tonight, and I can’t chicken out now.
“Yes,” I breathe out. It’s a simple word to say, but the power it holds is incredible. This moment will either rock my world or devastate me completely.
After a few seconds, Deacon still hasn’t responded, so I try to lighten the moment. “I’m surprised you hadn’t figured it out sooner. I pretty much follow you around like a lost puppy dog every chance I get.”
His intense expression softens, and he smiles. It’s small, and his eyes don’t crinkle at the edges like I like them to, but it’s enough to get me breathing again. Until his warm hand cradles my cheek, that is.
I’m frozen in place as I watch his eyes take in every inch of my face. It reminds me of how I feel when I look at a painting for the first time. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time and doesn’t want to forget even the tiniest detail. It also reminds me that he’s leaving tomorrow, but I don’t want to think about that right now. I can’t.
He glances from my lips to my eyes and back, just like I did to him earlier, and he slowly leans forward. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath on me like we’re sharing the air, and that’s a good thing because I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe on my own.
Deacon leans even closer and whispers my name before placing his mouth on mine. His lips are firm but soft, and he pulls away much too soon. It can’t be over yet; I refuse to accept that. To my relief, his mouth is back where it belongs before I can protest. This time, his kiss has more force, and he takes his time sucking on my top lip, then my bottom, before sliding his tongue inside my mouth.
I’ve been kissed before, but I’ve never been tasted—explored. It’s like he’s memorizing me again, but I don’t allow myself to think about why he’d need to do that. I refuse to think about what happens tomorrow when this moment right here is what I’ve wanted for so long.
We eventually separate, both of us gasping for air. Something comes over me, and I have to have him again. With speed and agility I didn’t know I had, I’m over the stick shift and straddling his lap within seconds. I slide my fingers through his thick hair and pull him to me. He tastes like beer and mint gum, and he smells so freaking good.
Why didn’t this happen sooner?
My train of thought flies out the window when I feel Deacon’s hands grab my butt and pull me closer. The movement causes a deep moan to escape, and I desperately want to hear that sound from him again. I grind my hips lower and am momentarily shocked at what I feel. I knew boys . . . men . . . became hard when aroused, but I had no idea it was like that . He’s thick, solid between my legs and he fits perfectly, hitting exactly where I need him to. He continues to move my body over his, and his grunts and heavy breaths make me feel powerful. I can’t believe I’m making him feel this way, having this effect on him, and I never want it to stop.
But it does.
Too soon, Deacon halts my movements and pulls his mouth away, but his eyes stay locked on mine. I can see the struggle. The fight he’s having with how he’s feeling in this moment and what he thinks we should or shouldn’t do.
“Cami, we can’t do this.” His voice sounds pained, but it’s nothing
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