Page 166 of The Promise Of Rain

“Do you like it?”she asked softly.

My gaze flew up to her face and the tiny, uncertain smile that teased her lips.

“I love it,” I answered gruffly, pushing off the doorjamb.“I love you.”

She inhaled deeply and straightened, then pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin.Presenting herself to me with such sweet, trusting confidence.

I had to pull it together.

She’d worked so hard to get to this point, I had to make it good for her.

I stepped into our bedroom and slowly circled the bed, taking in every inch of her.There wasn’t a whole lot of material in the front, and there was even less in the back.

My mouth salivated with the desire to sink my teeth into her round ass.

“Don’t move,” I ordered.“Eyes forward.”

The telltale quickening of her breath told me I was on the right track.

I braced one hand on the bed and trailed my fingers up the inside of her thigh before skating along the line separating her ass from her leg.

Her body trembled beautifully, but she held her position.

“Beautiful, baby,” I praised.“I love what you bought for us.”

She audibly swallowed and cleared her throat.When she spoke, her voice was husky.“I bought a few other things, too.”

I followed the line of her pointed finger to the nightstand where a blindfold and silken scarves waited.

My cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

And I fought like hell to keep the tears welling in my eyes from falling.

In my wildest imaginings, I never thought this could happen.

I peeled my shirt off over my head, ripped open the button and zipper of my jeans, and crawled up on the bed behind her.

Steadying her with a hand at her waist, I grasped her ponytail and tugged her head back until it rested on my shoulder.Eyes hooded and hazy with desire, she looked up at me with complete and utter love and devotion.

And smiled.

No more shadows.

Holding her gaze, I dropped my hand to her hip and yanked the ribbon of her panties.

Her eyes popped open, and her smile dropped as she gasped, “Deacon!”

“The giftwrap is lovely,” I murmured as I peeled the lace away from her body, “and I’m being very careful not to rip it,” I explained softly, “but I can’t wait to get to the woman inside it.”

Plunging my hand between her thighs, I cupped her sex and yanked her ass back against my groin.

She cried out then ground down onto my fingers.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I groaned in her ear before kissing the hinge of her jaw, dragging my teeth along its hinge and up to kiss the corner of her sweet mouth.

She opened to me, her tongue darting out to dance with mine before I pushed it back in, fucking her mouth as I breached her centre.