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My eyes fell to Deacon’s sizable erection as he slid off his sweatpants, a little sound lodging at the back of my throat. He was more beautiful than a Grecian statue, so perfectly sculpted he might as well have been made of marble. My throat went dry at the sight of him, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.
I need to send Ricardo the biggest fucking gift basket.
Deacon’s eyes trailed up my body to meet mine and held as he prowled over me. The feeling of his warm skin on my own was ecstasy. He kissed me, his tongue dipping into my mouth before he trailed kisses back down my body. His head dipped to my breast, and he pulled one peaked nipple into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hand lifted to my sex, cupping it as I tilted my hips into his touch. He trailed one finger down me, spreading me further and finding my pussy flooded.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against my skin.
I was practically vibrating with need now. “Please tell me you have condoms here.”
Deacon let out a dark laugh and released me to prowl across the bed and reach into his bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom, ripping the foil with his teeth and rolling it on while he watched me.
His lips were swollen and parted, his face filled with lust, but they quirked, too, as if he couldn’t contain the joy of it. I let out a breathless laugh. Him and me. After all this time.
He crawled back toward me, hovering over me as he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. I hitched my knee on his hip, and his hand kneaded the flesh of my thigh as he pushed in.
I let out a cry of pleasure as he pushed in deeper and deeper, filling me until my vision began to spot, so overcome with roiling sensation that I could barely think.
“You feel so good.” He groaned against my neck. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Please.”
I felt his smile against my ear. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I begged. “Now.”
His throaty, little laugh made my skin tingle as he pulled out of me and thrust back in. Another moan pulled from my lips as he began to move, picking up the pace with each roll of his hips.I’d had good sex before, butneverhad it been like this. The way he moved inside of me had my eyes rolling back. My fingernails clawed into him, holding on in eager desperation as he pushed me higher and higher into euphoria.
I’d spent so many nights touching myself and imagining my hand was his, imagining the way Deacon would fuck me as I came alone in the dark, but this was more than even my fantasies could conjure. Each low groan he made, each reverent whisper of my name, I knew, as unbelievable as it was, Deacon needed this just as badly as I did. I hadn’t believed in fate before, but now I knew this moment between us had been inevitable. There was no universe, no timeline where he and I didn’t end up joined like this.
If ever there was such a thing as soulmates, he was mine.
I angled my hips to take him deeper, rocking myself with each thrust. This feeling was so amazing and addictive and all-consuming, I hoped it would never end. But the need in me kept building higher and higher, until I couldn’t deny it any longer. With one final thrust, I shattered, crying out Deacon’s name as my pussy clenched around him. He barked out a final groan as he came, the two of us tumbling into ecstasy together. On and on, pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning, a feverish high that left me panting and sated and sweaty.
Deacon collapsed to my side and pulled me in close, folding me into his arms as I pressed another kiss to his chest. And I’d never felt more right in the world than right now, wrapped up in my best friend’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Deacon
Dove’s cheek rose and fell against my chest, her body curved against mine. She toyed with the coin hanging from my neck, pulling apart and reattaching the magnetic clasp again and again. Every so often, she’d let out a satisfied, little hum. She probably didn’t even realize she was making it.
I’d never known such perfect bliss as this moment. Dove Lachlan’s naked body against mine, the smell of her lavender shampoo, the feel of her fingers tracing lines across my skin, and knowing that everything in the world suddenly felt right.
Dove started to roll away and my arm wrapped tighter around her waist.
She laughed. “As much as I’d love to stay, I need to go or I’ll miss my train.”
“Don’t take the train,” I grumbled, circling my fingers down her bare back.
“I need to get home. It’s all hands on deck at the zoo right now.” She let out a frustrated grumble. “Even as much as I wished I could freeze time and stay.”
That made me smile. She wanted to stay. She wanted this—us. A few weeks ago, I hadn’t dared to hope, and now it felt foolish I hadn’t seen it before. There had always been this buzzing energy between us. Whether we called it love or even sometimes hate, it had always been there. Inevitable. I should’ve known the second I’d taken her frantic phone call that this was where we’d end up.
“I’ll have my driver take us back,” I insisted.
Dove propped her head up in her hand to get a better look at me. I loved the way her eyes roved my face, her swollen lips and sated expression. “Us?”
My hand roamed lower to her hip and squeezed. “I’m not letting you ghost me this time,” I informed her, lifting my head to kiss her. “No running away. No slowly fizzling out. I don’t want to lose you again.”
