Deacon decided it was time to move on.
“What food you want me to bring?”
“The Red Hot Blues and the hummus,” I answered immediately and his lips started curving up. “And a bottle of red wine. And glasses. And whatever you want to drink, though you’re welcome to wine. And the rest of the pie. We’ll use the forks and plates in the kitchen.”
“See I’m gonna be makin’ more than one trip,” he muttered.
“I could help you,” I noted.
He pressed deeper into me. “You could. You aren’t. You’re gonna be lazy because, woman, trust me, you’re gonna need your energy.”
I squirmed under him at that promise and instantly acquiesced, “I’ll stay here.”
His lips curved up again and he replied, “Good call.”
“Though, I’m kinda hungry and I’m also leaking.”
“Right,” he murmured, taking my hint. He bent in, touched his mouth to mine, then said, “I’ll go.”
Then he went, sliding off me and rolling off the bed.
I switched positions to get under the covers.
When I had the covers up over my breasts and Deacon was pulling on his clothes, I called, “Honey?”
He kept his side to me, his hands doing up the buttons of his jeans, but he slid his eyes my way. “Yeah?”
“Hurry.”
At my word, his face darkened and he turned to me, bending deep. Putting a fist on the bed and one hand to my cheek, he bent deeper and took my mouth in a long, hot, wet kiss. When he released my mouth, he touched his lips to my forehead in a short, sweet kiss.
Then he straightened away, pulled on his tee, sat on the side of the bed to yank on his boots, and took off.
And with the amount of time it took him to get back, I knew he didn’t waste any.
* * * * *
Deacon
Hours later, in the quiet dark, Deacon lay in the bed he’d lain in many times before, this time doing it feeling Cassie’s soft body tucked to his side, her arm draped over his stomach, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to her breathing.
All those times before, and more when he was on the road and away from Glacier Lily, he’d dreamed of this too.
I hope you know what you’re doing, asshole, he thought.
But he knew he had no clue.
He just knew he couldn’t stop doing it.
On that thought, he pulled her closer and closed his eyes.
Chapter Ten
Badasses Can Compromise
“They’re my gutters, Deacon.”
“You paid for the ladder, Cassidy.”