“That. Yes, that.” She nods as her eyes close.
“Open your eyes, Ramsey.” I wait for her to show me those baby blues. “I need to see you. If you won’t tell me with your words, I need to see your eyes.”
“Everywhere, Deacon,” she reminds me.
“Fine. I just like it when I know you’re watching me.” I wink at her. “Can we get rid of this?” I tug at the Willow Tavern T-shirt she’s wearing.
She swallows hard and nods. I wait patiently, and she rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” I reward her with a peck on the lips before pulling the shirt over her head. I discard her shirt on the counter before my hands test the weight of her breasts. My thumbs trace her nipples, and she moans.
“Deacon.”
“What, baby?”
Her blue eyes lock on mine. “More.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me if I’m sure,” she pants. “Touch me. Please.”
“It’s important to me to know that this is what you want.”
“I want. I so want,” she breathes, as my thumbs continue to rub over her peaks.
“Take it off.” My voice is gruff, and I’m barely maintaining my composure as it is. I’ve thought about this since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I stay right where I am, my hands resting on her thighs as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Slowly she lowers one strap and then the other, holding the material to her chest as if she’s not sure this is what she wants to do. I lick my lips and open my mouth to tell her we can stop, but the words won’t come. I try again, but before I can get the words past my lips, she drops her hands and pulls the fabric away from her body, letting it fall to the counter.
I tear my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. I need to feel her skin against mine more than I need my next breath. Moving in closer, I place my hand behind her neck, beneath her hair, and guide her mouth to mine. Her hands reach under my arms and grip my back. Her tits press against my bare chest, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. If skin-to-skin contact is this good, I can’t imagine what her pussy is going to feel like wrapped around my cock.
Her tongue slides against mine with practiced ease. My free hand travels to her breasts and captures her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I roll the pebbled bud, and her nails dig deeper into my back.
“Deacon,” she mumbles against my lips.
This time I don’t ask her if she wants more. We’re both too far gone to think otherwise. Tearing my lips from hers, I trail kisses across her cheek and over the length of her slender neck. My lips follow a trail to her breasts, where I suck a hard nipple into my mouth. Her skin is so fucking soft, yet her nipple is hard enough to cut glass. I nip at her with my teeth and quickly soothe her with my tongue.
“Oh, god,” she moans. Her head falls back, and I’m sure her eyes are closed, but I can’t focus on that right now. It’s better that she just feels. I want her to feel all of this. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, and my cock nestles even closer to her pussy. She’s panting now, and I’m on the brink of losing my ever-loving mind.
“Can we go to my room?” I ask. She lifts her head, and her blue eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and the desire I see there almost brings me to my knees. “I want to lay you out on my bed and explore you. Please?” I add, because I’m a desperate man where she’s concerned.
“Yes.”
“Hold on.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and we’re moving. I don’t bother with the lights or our clothes that are scattered haphazardly around my kitchen. Instead, I take the stairs two at a time. Her face is buried in my neck, and the way she clings to me has something tripping over in my chest. It’s not the first time that feeling has happened when I’m with her, but this time it feels different. Maybe it’s because her body is wrapped around mine, and her bare tits are pressed against my chest.
Maybe it’s just Ramsey.
We reach my room, and I make my way to the bed in the darkness. I don’t set her down. Instead, I grip her tightly with one arm while I find the switch to the lamp and turn it on, bathing the room in a soft glow.
I sit on the bed with her still wrapped around me, and she’s now straddling me. “Ramsey.” My voice is gravelly. “Look at me, baby.” She lifts her head and gives me a shy smile. “Tell me where you want this to go? There is no wrong answer here. I’ll give you whatever you want. I just need your words.”
“Make this ache go away.”
“Here?” I place my hand over her chest, over her heart.
“No. You already fixed that ache,” she whispers.
It’s a good fucking thing I’m sitting down. Her confession would have knocked me on my ass. As it is, I’m stunned speechless. I wrap my arms around her back and hug her tightly. So tight I’m probably crushing her, but fuck, she takes my breath away.
“Deacon?”
“Yeah?” I answer gruffly.
“This ache,” she says, rocking her hips against mine.
A few things happen at once. My cock pulses painfully against my zipper. My shy girl finds her voice and tells me exactly what she wants. And lastly, and probably the biggest, is that something happens inside me. Something shifts. It’s a feeling not only in my chest but in my gut. It tells me that she’s different, something I’ve known all along, but it’s more than that. I care about her. I crave her and this new sensation. It’s soul-capturing and all-consuming. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
It feels a lot like… love.
I’ve never been in love. Sure, I had relationships in the past. There was a woman in college who I thought was going to be the one, but it didn’t work out. We wanted different things. I was torn up for a couple of weeks when we broke things off, but I got over the pain and her with ease. I know with absolute certainty I would not get over losing Ramsey.
Never.
I also know that what I felt for my college girlfriend is nothing compared to the woman in my arms.
As badly as I want to strip her down and fuck her, this feeling, this realization, changes things. I don’t want our first time to be after she’s been on her feet all night and exhausted. I want it to be… more. I don’t know what more is or how I make it that way, but I’ll find a way. Right now, my girl has an ache that I need to take care of.
Standing, I kiss her softly before resting my forehead against hers. “I need you out of these jeans,” I tell her.
“Capris,” she corrects me.
“They’re denim, and they’re in my way,” I counter. She giggles, and the sound wraps itself around my heart. Slowly, I let her body slide down mine. When her feet touch the floor, she steps back. She maintains eye contact as she reaches for the button of her capris and pops it open before lowering the zipper—the sound echoing through the room.
“Why am I the only one getting naked?” she asks.
“Because I can’t trust myself not to fuck you into next week.”
“What if I want you to?”
“Is that what you want? A hard fuck?” To prove my point, I lower my zipper and shuffle out of my jeans, kicking them to the side. My cock is peeking out above my boxers, and I squeeze it tightly to ward off my ache.