Deck was eight years older than me, and I may have been inexperienced when it came to the actual sex part, but I’d done other things with guys and I knew what they liked.
His eyes drove into me as he tightened his grip in my hair. “Everything.”
I had no response because I didn’t know what he meant, but I’d do or say anything he asked. I wanted him to be lying on top of me and sinking inside me before I melted. “Baby, I need you.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
I bit my lip. “I know.”
He gave a curt nod and walked me backward until I felt the bed behind me and I fell, bouncing onto the mattress. I winced when my back hit the bed.
He saw it. “The cuts?”
I nodded. “But they’re fine.”
He watched me for a second as if assessing my words. “I won’t be gentle.”
I didn’t think he would be. “I know.”
Then he said, “Your sass stays out of the bedroom tonight.”
I got up on my elbows, which made my breasts stick out, and I noticed his eyes widen. The reaction was quickly covered up again with his steady resolve. I knew Deck had some real emotional scars, and I wondered even in the heat of passion if he’d let them go. If maybe I’d see a hint of the unshielded Deck.
Holy shit, this was happening. I licked my upper lip as he took off his shirt and my eyes took in the deep valleys and hills of his naked chest and abdomen. There was a hint of a trail of hair that led down to … his fingers popped open his jeans button. The zipper slid down and with the sound came a wave of sparks hitting my lower belly.
I was going to see Deck naked. Damn, fantasy comes true. I needed oxygen fast. I watched him pull down the denim and then step out of them.
Muscular thighs, a scattering of dark hair, the taut calves, which had that distinct, flexed whatever it was called in the back of his legs. Legs I needed around me—tight. But more than that, I quivered as my eyes hit the hard swelling pushing against the black material of his boxer briefs. There was no hesitation as he pulled those off, too, and his cock sprang free. For a second, I thought of scrambling off the bed. How the hell did something like that fit inside a girl?
“Open your legs, Georgie.”
His voice cut through my thoughts of his cock pushing into me and I stared up at him, gaping. “Huh?”
There was no uncertainty in him as he stood tall, confident and completely naked in front of me. I shouldn’t have thought any differently. I mean, Deck was the team leader of an elite force of men who were just as dangerous as he was. Shit, he took out bad men—real bad men who had real bad friends, and yet Deck never looked emotionally exposed for a second.
His stance widened and he watched me, waiting for a response. A response … Right, legs. Open legs. He knelt on one knee between my legs on the bed. His body followed and I closed my eyes with complete and utter relief as his weight finally came on top of me. It was liberating. It was truth. It was real and for a moment, I forgot who I’d become over the years and became the innocent girl who fell in love with a man she thought she could never have.
His hands immediately took mine, placed them above my head and locked them. It was a power position, and I think I always knew this was how it would be with Deck. He’d never yield to another and that included during sex.
Then he kissed me and my legs wrapped around his hips. His one hand kept my arms locked above my head while his other stroked down my side until he was grabbing my thigh, hitching it higher on his waist. The strain on my muscles made them quiver and shake.
Deck didn’t let up as his mouth took mine, tongue invading, and I opened to him. It was complete surrender and it was … rescuing. I let go and gave him all I refused to give to anyone else.
“Jesus.” The drum of his voice broke through my haze of desire and I sighed under his mouth. “That’s it. Give in to me.” He trailed kisses down my neck to between my breasts and squeezed my thigh. “Leave it there.” He moved his hand and cupped my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, every part of me shaking and aching and coursing with the tantalizing heat of Deck. He pinched my nipple—hard. I arched, eyes closing. It hurt like hell but then … then the heat of his mouth soothed the pain and I moaned. His teeth tugged then bit and I gasped.
“Let go.” He drew the sensitive nub into his mouth and suckled.
“Deck.” I didn’t know why I was saying his name out loud. Maybe because I needed to hear my own voice to know this was real. “Please. Fuck me.” The throbbing between my legs had me pushing upward into him, wanting more.
“Never thought I’d hear those words from your lips, Georgie.” Deck moved to my other breast and gave it the same treatment and I swear I was panting like a friggin’ dog by the time he was done.
“I’ve always loved you.” His head snapped up at my words and there was a tightening of his lips as his brow furrowed.
“Georgie.” His voice was hard and unrelenting, and I was uncertain what he meant by saying my name like that. But I soon didn’t care because his hand cupped between my legs and his finger slid into the wetness. “Fuck,” he groaned then slipped two fingers inside me, firm and deep.
The sudden intrusion was uncomfortable. I had a vibrator but I never put it inside me. This was two fingers, and I was uncertain how anything bigger, like his cock, was going to fit without tearing me apart.