I stared in his eyes and remembered what he’d said the night before, remembered what he’d communicated the first time I saw him.
Oh God.
He didn’t do that ever.
“Now you’re gonna make me cry,” I informed him, my voice underlining my words.
Humor flickered in his eyes as he muttered, “Jesus, you’re so much of a woman, you’re more woman than any woman I’ve met.”
I started getting peeved again.
“You say that like it’s bad,” I replied sharply.
“Hang on, Cassidy, I’m still adjusting to your last mood swing.”
I glared at him and saw the crinkles by his eyes.
He was teasing.
“Don’t be playful when I’m feeling emotional,” I ordered.
To this, he strangely replied, “You get I’m a badass.”
“Hard to miss, Deacon,” I returned.
“Then don’t tell me when to be playful. Badasses don’t like that shit.”
His words were so ridiculous (though undoubtedly true), I couldn’t stop from grinning.
He caught my grin and requested, “Can we keep this mood for five minutes?”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
“Obliged,” he muttered, the crinkles still radiating from his eyes.
I put my hands to the ridges of his abs and slid them up his chest.
He stroked my cheek and dropped closer.
“You wanna clean up?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” I answered quietly too.
“Then shuteye or you wanna sit on my face?”
I blinked.
Then I squirmed.
His gaze heated as he muttered, “Sit on my face.”
“There it is,” I muttered back. “More happy.”
I saw the light in his eyes as he dropped even closer.
“Baby, that pussy on my mouth, your ass in my hands, the noises you make fillin’ the room, knowin’ I get to drive deep in your wet, tight cunt while you’re still moanin’ for me. Then after I give it to you, and you give it to me, I get to bed down with you tucked tight. You don’t think that makes me happy, you’re fuckin’ crazy.”
I squirmed more but this time it wasn’t just a turned-on squirm. It was a turned-on happy squirm.