“You tired?”

“Not at all.”

Molly meandered toward him with deliberate intent.

He didn’t say anything as she stood in front of him; he just studied her with that calculating stare.

She hiked up her dress and straddled his lap. Then she put her hands on him. The knot in his tie gave way when she tugged. She tossed the silky material aside.

Deacon’s breaths became labored as she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she stopped.

“Darlin’, you lookin’ for permission to keep goin’?”

She loved how his accent deepened when he got turned on. “Yesterday you said you wouldn’t tell me no today.”

“You think I’ve changed my mind?” he growled. “No fucking way.”

“Good. I’ve been in a holding pattern with everything since I’ve been here. I don’t want to be in a holding pattern with you anymore.” She traced the portion of the scroll tattoo beneath his collarbone. “Take me to bed, Deacon. Keep your promise that you’ll fuck me so many times I can’t walk.”

Deacon muttered, “Fucking hell, woman.”

The next thing she knew, he stood, keeping his hands clamped on her ass as he set her on her feet and towed her into the bedroom.

He crowded her against the edge of the mattress and loomed over her. “Be very, very sure this is what you want.”

“It is. Not because I need a distraction from family stuff. Or that I need to feel alive after dealing with death for days on end. But because I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You know that. You’ve wanted me equally long. I know that too.” She rubbed her fingers over the slight stubble on his jaw. “So I’m very, very sure.”

“Once we start this? Once I’ve been inside you? Things will change. I’ll want to be all up inside you every chance I can get, in every dirty way I’ve imagined.”

That was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her.

“Let’s get it started, then.” She pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss hit the ignition point from the first touch of his tongue to hers. Wet and hungry. But after a few glorious moments, he toned it down. Seducing her rather than ravaging her.

Impatient, she reached between them and cupped the bulge behind his zipper.

But Deacon’s hand circled her wrist, stopping her. “Finish the top half first, then work your way down.”

“Bossy.” Molly dragged her mouth across his pecs once she’d gotten him bare chested.

He bunched up the fabric of her dress until she felt her ass exposed. “Lift your arms.”

Her arms went up and her dress was gone.

Deacon affixed his gaze to her breasts and lowered his head. His soft lips started at the upper swell of her right breast and followed the edge of her bra down to her cleavage. “Fuck. I need my mouth on you. Bra. Off,” he growled against her skin.

“Nope.” She trailed her fingers over his erection. “Your pants off first.” As she slid the button on his dress slacks through the hole and slowly worked the zipper down, she fastened her mouth to the flat disk of his nipple.

His head fell back, and he groaned when she started to suck.

Feeling powerful, she switched sides and focused on the tiny tip pebbling beneath her flickering tongue. One quick yank and his pants hit the carpet. Molly followed the delineated line between his pecs with her mouth, kissing a straight line down his belly until she had to lower to her knees. She’d just mouthed the outline of his cock, when she was hauled to her feet again.

“My pants are off, babe. I want those tits.” His rough-skinned hands glided up her spine and she shivered from the sensation. Deft fingers pulled the hooks on her bra. Deacon paused. “Eyes on mine.”

That command made her breath catch.

He leaned back only far enough to slide the straps down her arms, letting the bra cups fall away and reveal her bare breasts. That’s when she understood why he’d demanded she watch him, so she could see the hunger in his eyes that was all for her.

The first hot touch of his mouth to her nipple made her knees buckle.

“Hold on to me.” He placed her hands around the back of his neck.

Deacon focused his attention on her breasts. Vigorously sucking her nipples. Dragging kisses across the upper and lower swells. Burying his face in her cleavage. Squeezing, pinching, nipping, licking, turning her inside out with his single-minded dedication to her chest.

“Deacon.”

“Not yet. Fuck me, you have the most perfect tits.”

The pulse in her sex mimicked the hard pulls of his mouth on her nipples. Another rush of wetness coated the insides of her thighs. “Stop teasing and give me your cock.”