Caged (Mastered, #4)(20)
“Yondan.”
“Just so you know? My woman is skilled enough to move up the jujitsu belt ranks at a rapid pace, but she’s never gonna slip on a gi.”
Molly gaped at him when he planted another kiss on her lips to forestall her argument.
Beck folded his arms over his chest. “I think the lady has something to say about that.”
Had the tension always been this thick between the new Shihan and the former Shihan’s best friend?
“Over the last year Molly has lightened Amery’s load at Hardwick Designs, which allows Amery to spend more time with Ronin. I’d guess if anyone has objections to Molly enrolling in extra classes to become a jujitsu instructor, it’d be Sensei. I doubt he’d be happy if his wife had to start working those crazy hours again.” Deacon shrugged. “But it’s your neck.”
“Point taken.”
“Sucks when your plans are foiled, huh?” Deacon drawled.
“You don’t know the half of it.” Shihan Beck’s gaze winged between Deacon and Molly. “Guess you’re not coming out for a beer with us?”
“Sorry. Got a better offer.”
“I’ll say, you lucky bastard.” Beck sent Molly a quick smile. “See ya.” He walked off, leaving them alone.
Without a word, Deacon towed her down the hallway into the conference room. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights. He just wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck.
Okay. This was . . . unexpected. And sort of weird, because Deacon had trapped her arms so she couldn’t hug him back.
He held her like that for several long moments. “How do you smell like goddamn flowers after you’ve been sweating your ass off for an hour?”
“I am sticky and sweaty. I reek.” She sniffed his breath. “You don’t smell like you’ve been drinking.”
Keeping their gazes connected, he brushed his mouth across hers once. Twice. Three times. “You always gonna babble before I kiss you for real?”
“For real? So the kiss in the hallway was what? Fake?”
He slowly shook his head, movement dragging his lips across hers again. “That was a preview.”
“That was a show of machismo.”
“Needed to happen. Put your hands on me.”
Molly curled one hand around the back of his neck and pressed her palm over his heart.
Deacon’s tongue parted her lips and he took ownership of her mouth.
Talk about a breath-stealing kiss. She had no choice but to hold on tightly.
Once he’d finally relinquished her, she murmured, “Sorry for the nail gouges.”
He scraped his teeth over the hickey on her neck. “I’ll wear your marks with pride, babe, same as you wear mine.”
Could this man be any sexier? “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
“I hadn’t planned on bein’ here, but tomorrow Maddox is driving to Cheyenne to watch a guy he’s interested in signing. I told him I’d go along. We’re staying over, so I won’t be back until Thursday.”
“That sucks. Presley and I are headed to Boulder on Thursday for a photo shoot. The Divas have a bout there, so it’ll be late when we get back.” She paused. “What about Friday night?”
“Knox asked me to help him put up shelves in the baby’s room as a surprise for Shiori. Don’t know how long that’ll take.”
“Are you training Saturday?”
“Only until noon.” He hesitated, and she swore she felt the man blush in the dark. “Then we’re going hiking.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Pick a trail or two you wanna try.”
Thrilled that Deacon had actually listened to her, she peppered his face with kisses. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Babe,” he growled. “You missed my mouth.”
“Oh yeah?” Molly teased him like he’d teased her. A whisper-soft lash of her tongue across the seam of his mouth. Sinking her teeth into his plump lower lip. She wanted him as desperate for her kiss as she’d been for his. By the time they finally took a breath, her lips were kiss-swollen.
“Damn. It’s gonna be a long four days.”
“We could text.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I text slowly and I suck at spelling.”
“That’s a shame. I’ve always wanted to try sexting.”
His deep voice rumbled in her ear. “No words can describe how f*cking hot it’ll be when I have the wet kiss of your * around my cock. Or how hard your heart will pound against mine when our bodies are slamming together.”
“You’re pretty good with words.”
“I’m even better with the real thing.” He stepped back, keeping his hands curled around her upper arms. “You hungry?”
“I’m never hungry after class. But I could sit with you while you’re eating.”
“I ate. So I was offering to sit with you.”
Molly laughed. “Walk me to my car before we get into trouble.”
“I think it’s way too late for that.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE sun glinted off Molly’s shiny brown hair as she waited in front of her apartment complex, looking as perky and fresh as a sunflower.