“God, Katie,” Deacon grunted. “You’re torturing me. You have to stop,” he begged. “I can’t stand it.”
I climbed to my knees and grinned. I liked holding him mercilessly like this in the palm of my hand. It was so satisfying. I’d never reveled in my control over a man quite like this, and the sensation was addictive.
Reaching forward, I slipped my hands under Deacon’s t-shirt, caressing his muscular body. He purred as I pulled the worn cotton over his head and tossed it to the side. As I pushed him down on the bed with one hand, I lowered my face to Deacon’s chest and began kissing his beautifully sculpted chest. He twitched and moaned underneath of me. I slid one hand down and kept it over his crotch as my kisses grew more and more intense. I loved the way he tasted – salty, clean: almos
