Page 71 of The Promise Of Rain

My desire cooled, and I struggled to sit up.“I just did!”

Pushing me back down, he brushed his knuckle over my clit.

My head fell back and I closed my eyes.

He did it again.

I held my breath, my legs quivering as I waited for him to do it again.

It had been so long.

My body was starving.

He didn’t move.

I writhed in his lap, nearly mindless with need as once more he teased me with the lightest of touch.

I raised my head to plead with him, my voice raw.“Please, Deacon.”

He was more dangerous than ever.Jaw tight, dark eyes hooded with passion, he stared intently into mine.

A frisson of fear raised a warning, telling me to flee.

Warning me he wanted more than I was willing to give.

But at that moment, I would have traded my soul for just one orgasm I didn’t have to self administer.

His hips rolled, his erection pressing against my cheeks on his lap.

Prepared to throw all caution into the wind, I pressed back into that delicious hardness, eliciting a soft grunt from his chest.

“Please, what?”he pushed, tension building in his large frame.

High spots of colour darkened his face.Lips parted, eyes diamond hard, he looked at me like I was the sweetest of treats.

I swallowed; my nerves alight by this side to him I never knew.

He liked me asking.

Maybe even begging.

“Please, Deacon,” I murmured.

He hummed low in his chest.

Feminine power rushed through me.

I licked my bottom lip, reveling as his eyes tracked the movement before returning to narrow on mine.

I blinked languidly, my body turning liquid under the heat of his gaze.“Please make me come.”

Firm, kissable lips straightened into a line as his hand found the waistband of my leggings and quickly tunneled into my panties to cup my sex.

I sucked in a sharp, shocked breath.

“You’re not going to top from the bottom, baby,” he warned.

“Sorry,” I gasped, though I had no idea what I was apologizing for.