He'd lived so much of his life without what he needed, but now...
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tiger and the feel of her mouth on his skin sent fire lancing through him. He caught her thighs and shoved them apart, moving in to press against her.
She gasped, her back arching and then she bit her lip to hold back a sob as he slid his hand between them, circled her clitoris. It was a tight, hard little knot.
"I'm going to lick you here," he said, keeping his voice calm through sheer will alone. "I'm going to spread your thighs and lick and suck on you until you're crazy with need. Until you're burning for me to fuck you."
She moaned as he sank to his knees, his hands sliding down the backs of her legs to catch her ankles. He draped her legs over his shoulders and leaned in, nuzzled folds that already gleamed.
He caught her clit between his teeth, tugged.
She gasped, her spine bowing up off the desk.
Using his tongue to open her, he caught his first real taste of her—the first taste...and he was an addict already.
"I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop," he muttered against her.
She was shaking as he pressed his mouth to her, and when he thrust his tongue inside, a garbled, muffled cry filled the air.
She was covering her mouth, using both hands to hold back the sounds she made as he used his mouth and tongue to fuck her over the edge.
"Please," Elizabeth begged, her voice hoarse.
She didn't know how much time had passed and she knew she'd come at least twice. She also knew she couldn't take much more—except she needed more...just...a different kind of more. Him.
"Please what?" Decker muttered, his words muffled. Then he dragged his tongue up between her folds again. It was like a whip of lightning had licked her, right there, and the shocking pleasure of it rippled through her entire body.
"Please...stop... No. I need..."
He lifted up, his long, muscled body bent over hers as he pressed his mouth to hers. She tried to turn her head away from his kiss, a kiss that tasted salty and different—her. He tasted like her, but he didn't let her turn away and the hunger of his kiss bled into her until she was clutching at him, her hands tangled in his wavy hair.
When he stabbed his tongue into her mouth, she caught it with her teeth and bit down, then began to suck.
A growl rolled out of him.
He gripped her hip in one hand as he broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling against hers. The light dusting of hair across his pectorals teased her nipples, a sensation that was diabolically delicious. "Please what, sugar?"
"I need you."
"I'm right here."
"In..." She gulped and then rushed the rest of it out. "I need you inside me."
"Inside you." A low grunt of appreciation escaped him. "Yeah. I like the sound of that."
He straightened and any embarrassment she might have felt faded as she stared at him, golden skin and brilliant tattoos rippling across tight muscles as he reached down and dealt with his belt, then his jeans.
He dragged the zipper down and she felt her heart stutter to a stop as he wrapped his hand around his cock and fisted it. Then, in front of her, he dragged his hand up, then down.
Memory danced, bright and jagged, in the back of her mind.
Watching him—
He stared at her, almost daring her to say anything.
But she didn't.
"Give me a rubber," he said, his voice lower, savagely harsh.
Her hands shook as she fumbled with the box and when she tucked one foil packet into his hand, she saw that his fingers were trembling.
I’ve dreamed about touching you a thousand times and now I am and my hands are shaking… And you think I don’t want you.
"You want me," she whispered, the dazed realization swamping her.
He just stared at her as he donned the rubber and then he bent over her, his mouth touching hers. "Lizzie. Want is easy compared to what I feel for you. But...yeah. I want you. I've wanted you for what seems like my entire life. And even if this doesn't mean the same thing to you...remember this." He kissed her, so soft, so tender, so sweet. "Nobody will ever want you, need you, like I do."
Her head spun.
Part of her wanted to grab him and tell him to wait—wait while she thought. While she figured this out.
Just...wait.
But as he tucked the head of his cock against her, she knew the time for waiting had come to an end. This was something she'd wanted for forever...wanted, but she'd made herself forget.
No more waiting.
His eyes held hers as he surged slowly forward.
The pressure grew and grew—he was thicker, larger than Noel and she was sore from the debacle a few nights earlier, but he was slow, and so patient—it was like he knew exactly when to pause, when to start moving in those slow, teasing thrusts that brought whimpers to her lips.
And then, with a snarl, he seated himself completely inside her and it was...perfect. So beautifully perfect. She gasped, her hips rocking against him while her body struggled to adjust. She sank her nails into his shoulders. His head rested on the desk above hers and she opened her eyes, hardly able to see anything except the flames on his throat.
He filled her, surrounded her.
And then, he started to move and the bliss that rolled through her was unlike anything she'd ever known.
"Lizzie..." There was a question and a sigh and a plea in his words.
"Please," she demanded, rocking her hips up to meet his.
He moved faster, harder and fire blazed through her. Too much—too much.
Need, everything she’d shoved down inside and tried to forget, tore its way to the surface.
He fisted a hand in her hair and jerked her head back, his mouth coming down on hers, stealing her breath away with a kiss that threatened to destroy her. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul.
With his other hand, he caught her hip and canted her upward—
She cried out, the noise caught by his mouth and he swelled inside her—she felt it, the head of his cock stroking deep, deep, deep—
The climax tore into her, greedy claws that left her breathless, left her reeling…and then helpless.
Chapter Seven
His phone buzzed.
Ten minutes had passed and Decker still wasn’t sure if his muscles were anything more than noodles.
The phone buzzed.
Fuck the phone, he thought blearily, his head still resting between Lizzie’s breasts. He loved her tits, round and big and full enough for even his big hands.
He reached up, cupped the left one in his right hand—the tattoo, hidden in plain sight on his palm—seemed to mock him. You own me…
What would she say if he told her?
Sighing, he lifted his head.
Her lashes were low, shielding her eyes but as their gazes met, a faint, nervous smile curled her lips.
Cupping her face, he stroked his thumb over her lower lip.
And the damn phone buzzed…again.
Swearing, he stood up and fought with the tangle his jeans had become around his hips. When he saw Selah’s name, he was ready to throw the phone.
The first message was I hope you all remembered that box.
The second message was Are you two coming out?
The third message was I’m putting up the closed sign. Too many funny looks happening in here. Tell Liz to yell at me later.
He thought about putting the phone away and then just turned it over with a sigh.
As Lizzie read the messages, he dealt with the condom, turning to look at her when he was done. She’d sat up, a look of mortification on her face.
“People…” She stopped, pressed her lips together. She lowered the phone back to the desk. “People heard us.”
Decker caged her in with his arms when she would have clambered off the desk.
Head cocked, he said gruffly, “Listen.”
Distantly, throug
h the door and the walls, they could both hear music. The loud, throbbing alternative beat that Selah preferred and tried to blast whenever she was running the shop solo. The clientele was amused by it, because it was a running war between manager and assistant manager—who would win control of the music that day.
“She probably turned it on as soon as she figured out what was going on, you know her. She’s really good at distracting people, although…” He brushed a kiss against her damp mouth. “Don’t be surprised if you find out she was giving away free stuff with the coffee.”
Groaning, she wiggled and pressed against him. “I can’t believe I…”
She stopped.
Cupping her chin in his hand, he guided her face to his. “Can’t believe what? Had sex here? Or with me?”
As the silence drew out between them, a hundred different answers danced on her tongue.
The honest answer was both.
But staring into Decker’s eyes, she saw something she hadn’t seen there in…well, ever. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him vulnerable. Reluctant, nervous, scared, determined, arrogant, angry…and now, hot, hungry and ferocious.
But had she ever glimpsed that vulnerability in his eyes.
No.
She didn’t think she had.
Hesitantly, she reached up and rested a hand on his chest. “Well, my brain is still spinning over…this.”
He cocked a brow at her lame explanation. Then he closed his fingers around her wrist. “It’s okay, sugar,” he murmured. He pressed a kiss to her palm and then backed away. “If you want to forget you let me fuck you on that desk, you go ahead.”
He turned away.
She leaped off and caught his arm as he went to fasten his belt.
He tensed, but didn’t turn.
So she went around him.
“I said my brain was spinning,” she said. She wished, and not for the first time, she had his confidence. His strength. Even a tenth of it. But she didn’t.
But she had to find the guts to say this.
“And it is.” Instead of looking up into his eyes, she focused on his hands. The tail of the Chinese dragon curled up around his right wrist before ending over the back of his hand and she reached out, trailing the tips of her fingers over the scales, almost delicately done. “But I can tell you, I’m not ever going to look at my desk without thinking about…this. I can’t believe we did that.”
She covered his other hand with hers and tugged his hands from his belt buckle, moving in closer. She pressed a kiss to his chest, to the flicking tail of the tiger, along the lean, powerful body there. “And yeah…I’m kinda embarrassed thinking that somebody out there heard. But that doesn’t mean I regret it, or want to forget.”
Decker caught her upper arms in his hands.
A hard knock landed on the door. Elizabeth jumped, but Decker didn’t so much as look away from her face.
“Yo!” Selah shouted through the door. “I’m gone. You can say thank you by closing up when you’re done…if you ever finish.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Selah!” Decker shouted.
“Touchy, touchy, Decker!” Her laughter carried through the door.
The air in Elizabeth’s lungs seemed to squeeze out of her as Decker moved his hands to her waist. He caught the skirt and started to tug, the pointed look on his face clear.
He was waiting for her to tell him to stop.
No.
Oh, no…
She held still as he dragged the skirt down, but as he stepped back to stare at her, self-consciousness flooded her. She’d seen the women he’d dated. He didn’t go for a type, unless it was the sexy and confident—that was all he needed.
But confidence was something she lacked and under that hot, molten stare, she felt herself wilt.
Nervously, she shifted, half-thinking to cover herself.
As though he’d read her mind, Decker caught her wrists. “No. I want to see you. Just like this.”
She shook her head. “I need to lose weight…I…”
“Shut up.” He caught her behind the neck, pulled her in for a hard, deep kiss, while the other hand went to her ass and tugged her against him. “You’re beautiful. You don’t need to change a damn thing.”
He spun her around and she caught her breath as he gripped her hips and pumped himself against her butt. “I love everything about you, Lizzie. Your every smile, your every curve...” His hands came up to plump her breasts together. He tweaked her nipples and she felt that all the way down to her toes. “Your tits and your ass. The way you smile. You don’t need to change anything.”
A hungry whimper escaped her as he rocked against her again and he swore, nudging her forward. “I want you again,” he said, his voice a growl in her ear. “I’m going to take you like this. Here. Now. Unless you say no.”
She shivered and then shoved her butt back against him in response.
Decker bent her over her desk, unable to look into her eyes just then.
She stripped him naked, left him raw, and he’d almost said it. Just then. He’d almost said it.
He practically tore the rubber in his haste to get it on and she pushed up onto her elbows, staring over her shoulder at him, her breaths coming in hitchy little pants.
He moved in, closing his hand around his cock, arrowing it at the wet heart of her. She was swollen, tighter around him. She went to spread her legs and he used his knees to stop her. “Like this,” he murmured. Slow, he told himself. Go…slow…
Feeling her gaze, he looked up.
“Lizzie, I…”
He had to snap his jaw shut, lock the words down.
No. Not like this. Not until…no. Just…
He stretched out his hand, pressed it between her shoulder blades and pressed her down, down, until she was flat against the desk. Then he pressed his hand to the back of her neck, keeping his hold light, but steady. That look in her eyes, hungry and open…somehow it ripped out all the secrets he’d kept hidden so long.
Unable to give up that part of himself, he gave her everything else, pumping into her with deep, slow strokes that had her twisting back on his dick, while she pleaded and moaned, her hands scrambling against the surface of the desk.
She wanted him.
She moaned his name as she came.
It was more than he thought he’d ever have…and now he realized it wasn’t anywhere close to enough.
It was a bittersweet knowledge to carry and he swallowed down the pain it brought as he climaxed with vicious intensity. There he was, buried inside the woman he loved, and he hovered on the brink of both heaven and hell.
He took her home.
And then he took her again.
Elizabeth might have lost track of how many times they came together, except…well, up until that night, she’d realized she’d only thought she understood what a climax was.
She’d used her hands, the showerhead, the occasional vibrator and found pleasure.
She’d thought she had good sex with Noel.
The two awkward encounters before that were too embarrassing to think about.
But she had thought she understood what a climax was.
Now, thanks to six mind-blowing orgasms from Decker, she realized just how wrong she was.
She fell asleep in his arms, her mind half-focused on those thoughts she’d refused to let herself linger on for so long.
That day she’d gone to the ramshackle house where he’d lived with his dad—not for much longer, though. He’d won a scholarship and was heading to Alabama soon.
He’d leave and he’d never know…
The back door wasn’t closed, but then it never was. It hadn’t closed well for a long time, Decker had told her and then, in a rare fit of openness, he’d told her why.
His dad had been drunk on the porch. Decker had gone outside to help him in and the bastard had hit him—or tried to. They’d ended up tumbling into the door frame, knocking the door uneven and it hadn’t shut right ever si
nce.
That had been when Decker was fourteen.
“When I’d started to get bigger,” he’d told her. “It wasn’t much longer before he finally started to leave me alone. Once I could kick his ass, I wasn’t worth the effort to him.”
She hated his father.
Hers was a cold man, more concerned on appearances and propriety but he wasn’t violent. He’d never hit her before. She didn’t have scars on her. Decker did.
Easing inside, she darted a look around. Austin Calhoun wasn’t likely to be here. He’d managed to land a job—whether or not he could hold it was a different story. But Decker was here. He didn’t go in to his shift at the YMCA until three.
She heard a noise, soft, low…
Her face flamed. Instinct whispered, Get out…
But she couldn’t.
Gripping her purse, she eased down the hall, and there, she froze. Stared. Horrified.
She should have backed away. Immediately. But she couldn’t.
Decker stood over the brunette, his hands holding her thighs wide. She lay on the rickety table and it squeaked with every thrust. Mesmerized, she stared, watched as his cock disappeared. He was thick. And the girl moaned, reaching down to stroke herself.
Elizabeth’s gasp lodged in her throat.
Decker’s head flew up. Through his bangs, his eyes locked on her and he froze.
“Lizzie…”
“What the—” The girl on the table tensed.
Decker shoved away, fumbling with his jeans.
Elizabeth turned and ran.
He shouted her name.
She ignored him.
She couldn’t get away fast enough. And to think she’d come to tell him that she loved him.
I love him…
The thought was there, in her mind, even as Elizabeth stretched her way into wakefulness.
That truth she’d hidden away for so long.
“What were you doing with Hamilton, Lizzie?” Dark blue eyes staring at her from behind a thick plate of glass. “Why were you with him? I warned you about him.”
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