Page 27 of Game Over
She closed her eyes, letting his assurances wash away the lingering doubt. He made her feel so safe, so protected, like his shoulders were broad enough to bear the weight of his burdens and hers too.
“I just need to know that you trust me,” he said, skimming her cheek with her lips. “Before we can take this any further, I need to hear you say it.”
The fact that he was willing to wait for sex until he’d earned her trust told Harper all that she needed to know. He wasn’t interested in a one and done deal and neither was she.
Her eyes met his and her breath got trapped in her throat. She felt… so much for this man. “I trust you,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and held her cheek against his, his hand still gripping the back of her head. “I know I don’t deserve it, but—”
“Sssh.” She couldn’t allow him to go on blaming himself for something that happened when they were both too young to understand what they were giving up. “No more talk about the past okay? From now on, we live in the present.”
A look she couldn’t read crossed his handsome face before he nodded. “I’m good with that, baby. Whatever you need.”
“What I need,” she said, reaching for his belt buckle. “Is to get these out of the way so I can have what I want.”
She was practically salivating, thinking about how much she wanted to pleasure him. Deke was so big, so powerful, with a tight leash on his control, that made her want to set him free and make him wild. It had always been like that with him. Nothing satisfied her more than watching him come unglued and she felt like a goddess when she made it happen.
“Harper,” he said, reaching for her when she dropped to her knees. “Baby, let me—”
She silenced him when she looked up at him, licking her lips as she slowly freed him. “No way, Deke. You’re not gonna talk me out of this.” She was lost in the experience: the rasp of his groan, his laboured breathing, the tension in his powerful legs, and the sweet bite of pain as he tugged her hair. It was all closing in on her, giving her tunnel vision. The way he liked it came flooding back, every stroke, every tease, every kiss and thrust, with one goal in mind. To. Rock. Him.
“Jesus, Harper, baby, I can’t.” He grabbed her, hauling her to her feet. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let it go down like that, angel. Not this time.” He grabbed a faux fur blanket off the back of the sectional, tossing it over the cushions. “Lay down, sexy.”
She’d never had a man look at her the way Deke did. Like he wanted to consume her. It was hot… and scary… and her undoing. She eased back on the couch while she watched him shed the rest of his clothes.
He was thicker than she remembered. Broader. More powerful. Then he’d been a boy. Now he was all man. And if the look in his eyes was any indication, all hers.
He tossed the cushions next to her aside, adding depth to the sofa. “So much I want to do to you,” he murmured, letting his gaze sear her as his calloused palms travelled up her thighs. “I don’t even know where to start.” His gaze finally landed on the nude scrap of silk covering her landing strip. “I take that back. I do know where I want to start.” His hands closed around the lacy string before he quirked an eyebrow, as though asking her permission.
Her response was a saucy smirk as she watched him tear the fabric in two.
Damn. That was hot.
He released a breath as she stole one, watching his hands coast all over her body, closing around her breasts. He flicked both taut peaks at the same time, as her legs fell open, shamelessly begging him to make good on his promise.
Deke had never been slow on the uptake. His lips tipped up as he traced her curves, skimming so slowly she was on the verge of pleading before he finally zeroed in. His finger barely brushed her core before he whispered, “This where you want me, baby?”
“Yes.” The single word was a broken plea, almost a sob, as she felt her skin prickling with anticipation.
“So hot,” he murmured, sliding his finger up and down, around, and God help her, bypassing her fun button.
“Deekkkeee.” Her back was lifting off the cushions, her hands fisting, as desperation crept in. “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg me, angel. Pleasuring you is a privilege.”
A privilege? Deke was the only man in her life who ever made her feel as though loving on her was an honour he couldn’t believe he deserved. He’d always cherished her, in and out of bed, like she was the most precious thing in his life. Those thoughts triggered memories that made her eyes burn with sadness when she thought of all the nights just like this they could have had and lost.
His broad shoulders spread her wide, his touch forcing her to let go of sadness and regret as she focused on how incredible he made her feel. His intimate kisses ratcheted up her desire, reminding her that other men phoned it in, but Deke was right there, present, giving it his all.
Every lash made her whimper, every caress made her moan. Seconds drew into minutes, but she lost all track of time when he worshipped her like her body, her enjoyment, was the only thing that mattered to him.
She could feel her toes curl, her back bow as the tension spiralled through her body. The white hot heat teased the edge of her consciousness, promising a freefall, but holding it just out of reach.
“Oh God, Deke.” There were no words, only sensations. Her body was his for the taking. He owned her in that moment, and she had a vague desire to tell him so. “I’m yours.” Her head rolled back when he groaned his pleasure, sending vibrations coursing through her. “Oh yeah, just keep doing that and I’ll be yours forever.”
He picked up his pace and… did her in. She was plummeting over the edge, opening her mouth on a soundless scream as he continued to lash at her during the most powerful release she could ever remember having.
Oh God. Had it always been like this with him? If so, was she out of her mind to let him go?
