And it topped both the other two sexiest things Deke had given me that I’d ever witnessed and not only because it lasted a whole lot longer than five seconds.
Finally, his big body sagged on mine, his neck bent deep, face in mine, and we both lay there, connected, both our labored breathing the only thing I could hear.
Yes, that was all I could hear and it might have been the sweetest music ever to hit my ears.
Okay, maybe my poet’s soul knew what it was doing.
I felt his hand dig into the mattress along my back and up, fingers tangling in my hair as he lifted his head and immediately lowered it so he was kissing me, long, wet, and God, so damned Deke…sweet.
He ended the kiss and I shivered beneath him when he did it by scraping the edges of his top teeth against my lower lip at the same time he slowly slid out of me.
He dipped in and kissed the spot where he’d bitten me before he angled up and out of the bed, twitching the covers over my body.
I rolled to the side, curled into myself and laid there, watching another few seconds of sexy as he strolled through the dark into my bathroom.
Then I started smiling, slow at first until the smile felt so big on my face, it hurt.
Pain and pleasure.
This time it was the kind I liked.
I pushed up to my knees, turning to face the bathroom, sitting back on my calves and wrapping the sheet around me.
Deke didn’t turn on the light but I heard the toilet flush, the faucet go on and off and then I watched a Deke with his blond hair down around his shoulders, his body silvered by moonlight, his heavy thighs delectable, the rounded ridges of muscles around his knees mouth-watering, his now semi-hard cock still impressive.
He was close to the bed when I pulled my eyes from his dick and looked at his face.
“You so totally like me,” I declared.
I let out a shrill, girlie scream when he reached out a long arm and jerked the sheet away from me.
I emitted another girlie scream when I was again hooked at the waist with his arm and yanked up to slam into his body. He put a knee to the bed, twisted us, and I crashed into the mattress on my back with Deke on me, puffing out a breath at taking his weight and forcing focus on his face.
Not hard since it was right in mine.
His big hand cupped my jaw and he said, “Yeah, gypsy, I like you.”
I knew I was smiling big and happy when I corrected, “No, you so totally like me.”
Deke smiled back when he confirmed, “Yeah.”
That smile.
God.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, lifted up my head and gave him a hard, closed-mouth kiss.
I dropped back to the pillows and whispered, “You relaxed now, honey?”
“First thing in the morning run for condoms,” was his answer.
I kept smiling.
I had a feeling I could do that without being grumpy.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
Suddenly, he dropped his head and moved his hand from my jaw to the side of my neck so he could slide his lips surrounded by wiry whiskers from my chin to my ear, all this shooting tingles down my neck straight to my nipples. “Gonna get my shorts. Want you back in your PJs. Just because. Okay?”
Maybe he was relaxed, and he sounded it, no longer edgy.
But he wasn’t taking any chances and he didn’t want either of us naked on the off chance something happened.
I nodded. “Okay, Deke.”
He pulled us both out of bed, on our feet and handed me camisole, panties and shorts before he bent to retrieve his.
We dressed.
Deke pulled me back into bed, flicked the covers over us, and tucked me under him in our normal sleeping position.
But this time he lifted my hips, twisting them so I got the hint he wanted me to hook a knee around his thigh, something I did.
This gave him access to shove his fingers up my camisole at the small of my back and down into my shorts and panties, where he cupped my ass. Not a cheek. Right at the center so his middle finger was resting just inside the crease.
I bit my lip and shivered again.
“Go back to sleep, Jussy,” he ordered.
I pressed my hips against him. He pressed his hand deeper at my ass, his other arm pushing under me, curling around my back to hold me closer, and I shut my eyes.
“Just to make it official,” I whispered into his throat. “I like you too.”
I heard his soft chuckle and fell in love with that soft chuckle as I felt a warm squeeze at my back, an intimate one at my ass, and the stirring of my hair when he whispered back, “Good.”
I settled in, smiling, warm, sated and happy.
Deke Hightower so totally liked me.
On that thought, still smiling, I fell asleep.
*
With his restlessness the night before, it wasn’t a surprise that next morning, for the first time, I woke before Deke.
Nope, not a surprise.
What it was was more bounty.