Chapter 18
DEACON
I can’t be gentle.
Not now. Even though, I try.
The delectable woman underneath me won’t allow it, and as many times as we try to slow down, to take our time, to savor, we find ourselves speeding up back into a rush that won’t stop.
An insatiable frenzy that requires that we not waste another minute pleasing the hell out of each other, releasing sixteen years of tension that threaten to implode us both from the inside out.
I can barely keep up.
Kayla’s hands lower to my belt, pulling. She slips the buckle aside as I kiss the hell out of her lush lips and in seconds, she’s sliding the leather strap aside, throwing it across the room.
Next thing I know my button is in her hands. Then my fly. She slides my zipper down with the slickest of ease and I marvel at the fea
