Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(21)

He went rigid and the pleasure-induced fog I was floating around inside of instantly cleared. Oh no. Ohnononono. I did not just say that. There was no way he was going to understand what he meant to me. I barely understood it; I just accepted that it just was.

“Wait…that’s not what I meant,” I stammered. “I didn’t… I don’t…”

Deuce wasn’t listening to me; he was moving me off of him, laying me down on my back, settling his hips between my thighs and pushing back inside of me.

“Say it again, Eva,” he growled.

I bit my lip.

“Babe. Say it again.”

I didn’t. Mostly because he was inside of me again—so full, so big—and he was f*cking me deliciously slow. I went soft beneath him, staring up into his eyes. Eyes that I could never look away from. Eyes that pulled me inside of him where it was warm and safe. Eyes that I loved. And that’s when I realized he wasn’t f*cking me. He was making love to me.

“Say it,” he demanded, his expression fierce. Dominant. Possessive.

“I…didn’t mean…”

He pulled his hips back and slammed inside of me. “You love me. Say it.”

“No, I meant…”

“You love me.”

I gave up. “Yes,” I cried. “I love you! I’ve loved you forever!”

His eyes closed, and his head dropped to my chest. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Deuce,” I whispered.

He looked up at me. “Yeah, baby,” he asked hoarsely. His eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly parted, and his breath coming in short, hard pants. Beads of sweat dotted his brow. He wasn’t Deuce, badass biker, and I wasn’t Eva, his rival badass biker’s daughter. He was a dangerously beautiful man, I was a woman he wanted, and it was so f*cking beautiful. I wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment with him forever—touching, f*cking, and loving.

“Come on me,” I said, driven only by need. “I want you to come all over me.”

His body went stiff; his nostrils flared. He barely had enough time to pull out of me before his body let go.

“God, baby…f*ck…f*cking good.”

Watching Deuce orgasm was absolutely beautiful, an aurora borealis kind of beautiful. His face drew in tightly, and then loosened as his release began. For a moment, he looked younger than he was, young and vulnerable like I remembered him looking the day I met him. His eyes were glazed over, his lids at half-mast. A small, noisy breath passed through his lips and swept warmly over my breasts. Wet warmth shot up over my stomach and chest, and suddenly, Deuce’s fingers were inside of me, pumping. My sex clenched and clenched again, throwing me into orgasm.

Taking his fingers away, he slid his hand over my body, rubbing his liquid heat into the skin on my stomach and breasts, down between my thighs, and up into my sex, staring into my eyes the entire time.

He was marking me.

Claiming me.

Owning me.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“I love you, Deuce,” I whispered.





CHAPTER SIX


My eyelids fluttered open, and I blinked sleepily. The thick, steely arm around my stomach tightened.

I lifted my arm behind me and encircled Deuce’s neck, pulling his head down until I could see his eyes. “Morning,” I breathed.

His hand left my belly and moved lower, cupping me. I lifted my leg and hooked my foot behind his knee. He made a hungry noise in the back of his throat that I felt all the way to my toes.

“You sore?” he asked roughly.

“Uh-huh,” I whispered. “In a really, really good way.”

He chuckled. “You want it?”

“Please,” I breathed.

“You want it hard?”

“Please…”

“Bitch is gonna kill me,” he laughed. “Keep wantin’ it raw.”

Oh God, he was teasing me. Here we were lying in his bed, and he was teasing me. It was so…domestic. I loved it.

He groaned as he entered me. I whimpered as I stretched for him, molded around him, drenching him, and then finally, eagerly accepting him. All of him.

I came, and I came hard.

Shaking his head, he let out an amused grunt. “Fuck. Never seen a woman catch fire the way you do, darlin’. The way you squeeze my cock and that body of yours shakin’ so hard while you scream in my ear, pull my f*ckin’ hair, and claw up my f*ckin’ back. When I let you outta my bed, darlin’, I’m gonna be spendin’ the rest of my life thinkin’ ’bout that * and not findin’ anything that comes close. And, babe, my balls are gonna f*ckin’ explode.”

We switched positions, and he started moving again, this time with vigor, hard and fast, skin slapping skin. Then, slow and sweet, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other.

There was nothing else quite like it. And there was no one else quite like Deuce.

“Oh f*ck!” I cried out, cursing and clawing through my second orgasm. “Holy f*cking shit!”

He grinned down at me, all beautiful blue eyes, laugh lines, and dimples.

“There it is,” he rumbled appreciatively. “There’s my f*ckin’ girl.”

His girl.

How long had I been waiting to hear him say that?