Twenty minutes later, we were in the back of a cab, kissing passionately. Deacon wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close, trailing hot kisses down my neck and breastbone until I was moaning with pleasure. As he slipped his fingers over the bodice of my black cocktail dress, I wriggled under his touch, desperate for his fingers to touch my bare skin.
“Hey,” the cabbie snapped from the front seat. “What the f**k is going on back there?”
Deacon and I burst out laughing. I sat up, straightening my dress and smoothing my hair.
The ride back to my condo was torture. I kept staring at the handsome angles of Deacon’s face in the low light of the streetlamps. As the cab rolled through the hills of LA, I thought about everything that had changed over the past couple of months. I’d gon
