Chapter 65

Yes, yes, yes, and yes.

“The hell you will,” Deke snarled. Then he lifted Kimber from the table, up against his body. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as his mouth crashed down on hers, every sweep of his tongue desperate. He wanted to crawl inside her and stay as he wrapped his arms around her, supporting her with a hand under her bare ass. The sweet juice of her cunt seeped onto his wrist and through his jeans.

Good damn thing she was wet. She was going to need all that lubrication.

Inside the darkened bedroom, Deke shifted aside the mosquito netting and laid her across the antique tester. She looked perfect here. Beautiful and gleaming, like the bed itself, with lean, clean lines.

“You sure, kitten?” he rasped, his voice thick in the air.

Kimber nodded, writhed. “Yes. Please. Now.”

“Is that you talking or arousal? Luc jacked you up—”

“I wanted this, wanted you, before he laid a hand on me. Please,” she whispered, inching a slow ha