Molly opened for him fully, making the sweetest groan in the back of her throat when his tongue slid against hers.

He tasted, teased, explored. Her passion was such an innate part of her. He basked in her immediate and unwavering response to him. Anytime. Anyplace.

She pressed her hands against his chest and emitted a whimper when he tugged her hair, changing the angle of her head to take the kiss deeper yet, straight into the heart and soul of her.

When she began bumping her hips into his, he broke free from the consuming kiss. “Feel like I haven’t done that in days,” he panted.

“You haven’t.”

“Been neglectful of my woman’s needs.” Deacon brushed his lips over the shell of her ear. “Turn around.”

“You can’t fuck me,” she warned.

“Not even with my mouth?”

“Oh.” She turned around so fast she smacked her forehead into the door. “Ouch.”

Deacon slowly inched her dress up her thighs, rucking the silky fabric around her hips. “Nice ass. I wanna see it. Take off your panties.”

Resting her cheek against the door, she hooked her fingers into the scrap of satin and rolled them over the curves of her thighs.

When they were at her knees, Deacon twisted the material around his palm and ripped them off.

“Deacon!”

“What? You hate wearing wet panties.” He rubbed his mouth over the back of her head and his groin into her ass. “By the time I’m done feasting on your cunt, babe, your sweet juices will be running down the insides of your thighs.”

“I think I just came.”

He chuckled. “Spread ’em wide. Hands on the door. Nope. Lower. Lower.” Then he took her hands and put them where he wanted, so they were just below the level of her hips. “Perfect.” He adjusted his dick before he lowered to his knees. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Her sweet pink pussy was at mouth level.

“Omigod, Deacon. No. I can’t. This is too—”

“Exposed?” He licked her slit, then wiggled his tongue inside her opening and pulled back out. “You worried I’ll be up close and personal with this sweet little asshole?” He swirled his tongue around that tight rosette and Molly made a noise he’d never heard from her. “I’m gonna lick, bite, and suck on this tiny pucker, and then one day soon I’m gonna fuck it. Hard.”

“I love your dirty talk.”

“You love my dirty actions even more.”

He abandoned his plan to build her up slowly. He opened her up and set his mouth on her, eating at the hot flesh until he felt her blood pumping faster. Until his face was glazed with her essence. He loved this. He could do this all fucking day.

“You’re too good at this. I’m already close.”

Deacon changed the angle of his head, sliding his tongue down to her clit. Teasing it with soft lashes, pausing only to suck directly on the nub.

Her moans escalated. Her legs began to tremble.

“Fuck, babe. You needed this. Bad. Give it to me.” He lapped at her, still holding her wide-open so he could engulf all of her pussy with his hungry mouth.

Molly released a muffled scream against her biceps as her orgasm blasted her with long, hard pulses. He drew the pulsating flesh into his mouth, his lips sucking in cadence with the throbbing of her clit.

In the aftermath, Deacon placed soft kisses around the swollen tissues and backed away, his own breaths sharp and shallow.

As he rolled to his feet, he trailed his fingertips over the backs of her legs, from just inside her ankle bones, up the muscles in her calves, the creases behind her knees, the inner skin of her thighs. He unrolled her dress, watching the fabric swish as it fell into place.

She still hadn’t said anything.

So he kept touching her. Gliding his hand up her side to palm her tit. Squeezing the soft weight, then pinching the tip of her nipple. Reveling in the fact this woman was his. “Molly.”

She walked her hands up the door and slumped her spine against his chest. “Have I ever come that fast before?”

“That I’ve seen? With your vibrator. I like to take my time.” He kissed the side of her throat. “Until I don’t.”

“You rocked my world, Deacon.”

Tell me you love me.

Made him feel needy and pathetic, but he was; he needed to hear those words from her.

Deacon’s stomach growled.

“The real world intrudes. Should we grab some food before we head up to the room? I imagine you have to be at training early tomorrow.”

“Way too early. But Maddox will be focused on Fee.”

She turned around. “Did Fee meet with any fight organizations tonight?”