Chapter 5
Deacon was so handsy that I finally had to push him away, or we’d never get naked. And good Lord, did I want to be naked with him. I rushed through the undressing and tossed my clothes in the general direction of the hamper. Deacon had a little more decorum. He haphazardly folded his clothes and put them on the top of the dresser. By the time I pulled off my socks, he was blissfully naked, too. I threw the socks, not caring where they landed, and fell backward onto the bed.
He stared at me, his gaze hungry. I lifted my arms in invitation and slid my thighs apart so he would have no doubt about where I wanted him. He was on me in seconds and fit himself into the cradle of my hips, sighing and groaning at the contact. I was pretty sure I whimpered—good God, did he feel amazing—an
