“You didn’t want to admit any of that, but you did it to spare my feelings.” Perceptive. He’d give her that.
“That’s really…decent of you. You could have let me believe I wasn’t feminine enough for you, but you didn’t take the easy way out.” A relieved grin broke out across her face. “Thank you. I really respect that.” Deke shrugged. He was stupidly pleased to have put a smile on her face. “Just being fair.”
“I should be fair, too, and admit that I’m off balance. You and Luc are a potent pair. Both of you turn me on, but”—she released a shaky breath—“I respond to you a lot more than I thought I would. When you touch me, I melt and ache. I’ve never felt this way.”
He got to her, more than Luc? More than Jesse? Euphoria and lust blasted him in a potent combination, raced through his veins like a drug. In the snap of a finger, he was high on Kimber.
Shit. He shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t— Too late.
Deke was already grabbing her, thrusting his fingers into her hair, cupping her jaw, then dropping his head to ravage her mouth. With a little gasp, she opened to him, met his possessive kiss.
Curling his tongue around hers, he breathed in her heat, swallowed her moan. He held her tight. And his brain began to shut down.
Now. Sooner than now. He had to taste her, be as close as possible. Deep, deep into her mouth. Her flavor knocked him on his ass. Like heaven.
Then she molded her body against his, arched into him and pressed those sweet br**sts right against him. Touch them. He had to. Get them bare.
With one hand, he swept her tank strap down one shoulder, then the other. He pushed it low enough to free her br**sts and run his palms over the firm mounds.
Not large, not small. Just right. And those ni**les, hard. Always ready for his mouth. His. Soon…
Focusing on the remaining barriers, Deke yanked the tank down her waist, then grabbing the waistband of her shorts and panties, dragged it all down her hips and legs. Naked. Perfect. Boiling him with want.
Raking a pair of fingers through her slit, Deke confirmed his suspicion. She was wet. Very wet. Hard breathing, eyes dilated and begging, she gripped his shirt in desperate fists. Thank God she was aroused. So was he.
Deke lifted her by the waist, ignoring her gasp, and set her on the kitchen table.
He’d fantasized many times about having her spread across it like his next meal, his sustenance. The reality ratcheted up his need. His heartbeat soared. His c**k throbbed.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it away. Then, chest heaving, he pushed his shorts down his legs until Kimber could see nothing of him but bare skin and naked want. With rapt eyes, she took him in, unblinking, unwavering.
Unbelievable.
Gripping her thighs, he dragged her hips to the edge of the table and leaned over her, blanketing his body with hers. Searing heat. Peachy, sugary smell. She drove him insane. His gaze sought hers. Found it. Wide, aroused, trusting. Want seared him, sizzling his blood. On fire. Touch her. He had to. He kissed her flat belly, dipped his tongue in her navel. She sucked in a breath. He stepped closer, so near her heat.
She spread her legs wider, gaze still clinging to him. Silent, open, drowning in want.
Her ni**les were hard. Standing up, thick and swollen.
Irresistible. He swooped down and took one in his mouth. Devouring it. Like candy. Better, actually. He swiped his tongue over it, nipping the tender flesh when it hardened even more. Hmm. Perfect.
Kimber panted, little whimpering sounds peppering the air as she curled her hands around his head, trying to get her fingers in his military-short hair and tug him closer.
“Deke…”
That note in her voice, pleading. It forced him to look up again. Her stare singed him.
Claim her mouth. Her sweet kiss, all accepting and impassioned, kicked him with another jolt of lust.
Fuck. Her. Now. He enveloped her hips in his hands, loving the way his palms nearly swallowed her, the way she was open to him, and he could see the wet, welcoming cream of her pu**y, her swollen folds. Taking himself in hand, he positioned his c**k against her entrance.
Steamy. Hot. She scalded the head of his c**k as he savored the moment before he’d push into her, make her his. Jesus, he was shaking. Desire piled on top of desperate need, wrapped in the harsh demands of his body. And something else…
Take her. Claim her.
“Deke,” she pleaded, both for him to push forward—and to stop.
Stop? No. Hell no! Why should he stop?