I opened my eyes and looked at him.
His hand left my waist and moved to my cheek, his fingers sliding farther up so my hair was pushed behind my ear. His thumb brushed along my soft skin, over the corner of my mouth, across the river of tears that had started to dry. He lifted my chin slightly, his fingertips resting against my neck.
Time had slowed down. The anxiety and despair I’d felt disappeared. I was calm, at peace, as if my frantically beating heart needed to hear his pulse for it to return to its usual pace. I felt safe, like this man would never hurt me, never betray me the way my husband had. I trusted him so much it made me want to cry.
He stared at me for a few more heartbeats, his eyes on my lips.
I’d been waiting for this for so long, had been thinking about it every time I looked at his handsome face. I didn’t need to feel his lips to know our embrace would be amazing, to know it would feel right. Just holding his hand gave me butterflies.
He pulled my face to his as he touched his lips to mine. He kissed me, our lips coming together like two opposing magnets. It was a soft landing, our full lips gently joining with the perfect pressure. His hand slid farther into my hair as he took his first breath, his fingers quickly fisting it like he wanted to use it as a way to keep me close.
As if I was going anywhere.
His other hand tightened on my lower back, pulling me closer, making me feel his distinctive length through his jeans, like he wanted me to know exactly how much he enjoyed our kiss.
I gave a quiet moan into his mouth, my reaction instinctive.
His kisses continued, soft and gentle, slow and easy. His breaths filled my lungs, brushed against my lips when he would break apart to turn his head. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before he gave a gentle swipe of his tongue.
I tugged on him harder, my nails slicing through his shirt to his skin underneath.
Jesus, he was a good kisser.
He abruptly pulled away, looking down at me with heavy eyes.
My hand slid up his neck and to his cheek, wanting to tug him to my mouth again.
His eyes were on my lips, his chest rising and falling deeply. “Fuck.” His head moved to mine again, this time harder, his mouth more aggressive than before. His kisses were faster, eager, domineering. His hands fisted my hair and gave it gentle tugs, making my head tilt back so he could have more of my mouth.
I’d never been kissed like this—like a man couldn’t get enough of me.
His hands started to explore my body, gripping my shoulders and then my waist. Both of his palms slid to my ass, and he squeezed both cheeks, moaning into my mouth as he made my skirt rise up my thighs. He breathed harder into my mouth, his stiff dick leaving a permanent mark into my flesh. It was thick, long, manly.
My hands moved underneath his shirt, my palms sliding over the grooves of his abs, feeling how incredible he was. His front was hard like his back, and I rose farther until I reached his chest, feeling those strong-ass pecs. His skin was searing hot, like a hot pan on the stove. I moaned into his mouth, touching the body that I’d fantasized about, that made my mouth go dry whenever I saw him shirtless. My hands moved farther to his shoulders, his arms, feeling the endless cuts that separated his muscles.
He was the hottest man on this planet.
My fingers slipped into his hair, feeling the short strands that looked messy first thing in the morning or late at night. My hand slid down his face, feeling the stubble along his jawline, loving the way it occasionally brushed against my cheek as he kissed me. “Deacon…” I’d never gotten this lost in a man, never had this kind of passion, never felt my body burn in an inferno…and it was just a kiss. I said his name like he was deep between my legs, on the verge of making me come, our bodies erotically connected.
His hand yanked on my hair, forcing my head back, and he sealed his lips over my neck, kissing me hard, bruising the skin because his kiss was so forceful. He kissed me everywhere, covering my neck and collarbone with his aggressive sucks, his tongue swiping over the area before he gave it another kiss.
I closed my eyes and moaned, loving the way he devoured me. My nails clawed down his back as I felt his warm breaths soak into my skin. My hand cupped the back of his head while I let him have all of me, everything that he wanted.