He didn’t talk while he worked, I didn’t either, but working side by side getting something that needed done done felt great.
“Warning,” he stated, taking me from my thoughts. “There’ll come a time, and soon, when you’ll be entering Badass Zone again. This being when I talk to you about the state of your shingles.”
I grabbed my beer, brought it to my mouth, and before taking a sip, murmured, “Noted.”
“You got leaks?” he asked.
“Not that I know of,” I answered.
“Miracle,” he muttered.
I grinned at the trees as I put my beer back to the arm of the chair.
“Want dinner?” I asked.
“I could eat,” he answered.
I untangled my feet from his, put them to the deck, pulled myself out of the chair, and moved to the side of his.
I bent over him and the only movement he made was tipping his head back to catch my eyes.
“Then you’ll eat,” I said softly before I leaned in deeper and touched my mouth to his.
His eyes were warm when I pulled away.
My insides were warm when I went inside to start dinner.
* * * * *
I came hard and loud, crying, “Oh my God,” as it burned through me, doing this digging my heels into Deacon’s back.
Still coming, I felt his mouth leave me but immediately felt him thrust two fingers inside. My sex spontaneously clutched his fingers as he kept thrusting and I kept coming.
Finally, it started moving from me. I came up on my elbows to look down my body to see the third hottest vision I’d seen in my life (the first was Deacon coming, the second was Deacon breathing). This being Deacon up on a forearm between my legs, face hot, eyes hungry, fingers fucking me, my legs still over his broad, muscled shoulders.
“Not done. Want you again, Cassie. You’re up for it, gonna take it. You’re not, say now,” he rumbled.
“I, uh…going down on me?” I asked for clarification through panting breaths.
“Yeah.”
“I…uh…”
“Say now,” he ordered.
“Uh…”
“Time’s up,” he growled then I watched him dip his face back to me (this instantly taking over the spot of third hottest vision I’d ever seen) but I only got a second before his mouth hit me even as he kept thrusting with his fingers. My head dropped back. I dug my heels in and my hips surged into his mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His fingers thrust harder and his mouth clamped over my clit and sucked deep.
The answer to his question was yes, I was up for it.
But I told him that in his language.
Without words.