Page 70 of Hold the Line

“Getting there.”

Her breath shuddered. “We don’t have to go further.” Her legs scissored between mine. “I just want to feel you, Deacon.”

“How do you want that?”

She brought her hand to my chest, smoothing it down my torso. “Your skin on mine.” Pushing up on her elbow, she tugged her T-shirt over her head, then she reached back, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. “Like this.”

She lay back down in front of me, pressing her bare chest to mine. An earthquake racked my insides, shifting things permanently within me. I shoved my face into her neck, my hands skimming down her back, tracing the dips and swells that fit against me like they’d been made to.

“Phoebe, angel, I don’t deserve this.”

“Shut up, Deacon,” she cooed, no sharpness to her words. “It’s up to me to decide who gets to touch me, and I’ve decided on you. Can you let it be as easy as that?”

I huffed into her neck. “Nothing’s as easy as that.”

“What if it is this time?”

I kissed her shoulder and pulled her impossibly closer, her breasts molding against my chest. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Just hold me. We’ll figure the rest out together.”

Chapter Thirty

Deacon

Welaytherefora long time, eventually shedding the rest of our clothing. Skin on skin, we touched and petted. Slow and easy, gentle exploration and warm comfort. My mind settled after a while, all my previous panic a shadow in comparison to the light in my arms.

The girl I’d never allowed myself to dream about, more real than I could have imagined if I had. I trailed the rough pads of my fingers down the curve of her back, over the slope of her ass, then back again. I moved to her side, along the dip of her waist and the dramatic swell of her hip to her upper thigh.

Phoebe studied my tattoos, tracing the lines of the Rockies on my chest with her nail, placing light kisses on the peaks.

My cock had been hard for a long time, and it was getting difficult to ignore, especially when she moved her legs between mine, her hot pussy sliding along my thigh. She’d done it a few times, always shifting away quickly, except this time, she stayed, the slick heat of her core pressed against my leg.

Cupping the side of her head, I tilted her face back and peered at her. Her cheeks were rosy, bright eyes a little glassy, and her lips were pink and parted.

“You turned on, baby?” I gruffed.

She nodded. “But it’s okay. We don’t have to—”

I rolled her to her back before she could finish her sentence and braced my hands on either side of her head.

Bending my neck, I took a long look at all the valleys and swells of her decadent body, getting stuck on the brown curls at the apex of her creamy thighs. Then I found her eyes again, wide and alert.

“Do you have any idea—any idea how sexy and beautiful you are?” I dragged my nose along her jaw to her ear. There, I nipped her velvet lobe and whispered, “I really hope you do. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I look at you, and I have to blink to make sure you’re real.”

She brought her hands up to her breasts, holding them up like an offering. “Everything about you and me is real.”

I stared down at her, my brow drawn to the middle. “Do you want this? With me?”

Her nod came quickly, and it was vigorous. “So badly, I can barely think of anything else.”

There was nothing I could do but believe her. “I don’t know if I’m going to be any good.”

She brought her knees up, parting them slightly. “Then we’ll have to practice until we get it right.”

I was already so close to the edge I knew it’d be fast, and I’d be damned if I didn’t make her come first. Sliding my hand down her sloped stomach and over her nest of curls, I slipped my fingers into her folds, finding her wet all over. Her clit was beaded and hard, rolling like a marble beneath the pad of my finger. She shivered and quaked as I rubbed her and even more when I took her nipple in my mouth.

This, I knew how to do. I’d made her come in the hot springs like this. The sounds she’d made were burned into my brain, along with what she’d done to me after.

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