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I turned to him. “If we’re the only two left to run this house, we have to be able to communicate. We have to be able to talk to one another. How else are we going to know what’s really going on here?”
He sniffed and sneered. “When I have something to say to you, I’ll say it.”
“Deacon,” I said gently, taking a tentative step toward him. “I’m just as devastated as you are by Bishop’s expulsion... and Rector’s. If anything, I should be angry with you.”
At this, he cocked a brow. “Oh,” he said with a grimace. “Is that so? And how do you figure that, Brook?”
“You seemed happy to see Rector leave,” I said, jutting my chin defiantly up to him. “Oh, you put on that angry and pouting face, all right, but... You weren’t sad to see him go. Admit it. The fight that you had with him. You caused him to have to leave the campus. Can’t you at least own up to your part in this fiasco?”
“Nice try.” He glared at me with those accusing eyes. The same accusatory glare he’d shot at me even when Rector and Bishop were still at the house.
I pressed my lips together tightly, longing to ask the question that was burning in my brain. I licked my lips and softened my gaze as I met his hardened eyes.
“You blame me for this, don’t you?” I finally managed to say, bringing a wealth of emotion to every word that crossed my lips.
He hesitated. After a brief and tense moment, he ran his hands through his hair and looked at me. The hardness in his eyes was still there, though less evident.
Answer, Deacon. Please, just answer.
“I don’t,” he said, his voice suddenly gentle and forgiving.
With only a few steps, he stood right before me. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me. The kiss was so sudden and unexpected that I pulled back and looked into his eyes, a million questions in my gaze.
“I don’t blame you,” he whispered before pulling me into his arms and kissing me.
His kisses were gentle and probing, silently but relentlessly asking for permission to carry on. As I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around him, his kisses grew heated with passion.
“Deacon,” I muttered through the kisses. “You’ve been so...”
He kissed the words away, but I couldn’t let it go.
“You’ve been so cold to me,” I said, pulling more forcefully away from him. “You make it seem like you hate me. Like it’s all my fault. Everything that’s going on... my fault.”
He shook his head. “I don’t blame you. Sometimes my anger is simply misdirected. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel so bad. Truth is, I think that Rector and Bishop let their emotions get the better of them. They both lost their edge. They lost sight of what we’re really doing here at the House of Saints. They both lost their ability to play the game... on and off the field.” He gripped my shoulders and leaned back to look at me. “And who can blame them for being so distracted? Look at you. Who can concentrate on anything... a game, studies, running the house... when you’re around? You’re beautiful, and sexy, and smart, and inviting, and fun, and...”
“Stop it,” I said with a playful giggle. I ran my fingers through his hair, reveling at the softness. “My head won’t pass through the doorway if you continue like that.”
“And yet, it’s all true,” he said as he pulled me into his arms. “Your big innocent eyes always draw me in. And your sweet, supple lips... so tender.” His thumb drew small circles on my shoulder. “And your skin... so incredibly soft. I just want to touch you everywhere. I want to kiss you everywhere.”
He slipped the straps of my bright yellow sundress off my shoulders. A chill of anticipation ran up my spine as the soft fabric fell down my back and over my bare breasts, clinging only on my forearms.
“So luscious,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss my shoulder.
As I let my arms fall to my side, the straps of my dress trickled down to my wrists. With a little bit of help from Deacon’s warm fingers, the straps slipped past my hands, allowing the dress to fall to the floor and pool at my feet.
“Look at you,” he said, cupping my breasts and kneading them with passionate hunger. He groaned and grunted then stooped down to shove his face between the glistening orbs. “So perfect. So beautiful.”
I was hot. I was wet. I was hungry.
I was horny.
He pulled back suddenly and looked into my eyes as he released my breasts. “I’m sorry.” He bit his bottom lip as he looked hungrily at me. “How insensitive of me. You must be so upset now that Bishop has been expelled.”
“I am.”
“And here I am selfishly thinking of my own needs.”
I snorted my amusement. “I am upset,” I growled as I pulled him back to me. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be consoled... especially by you.” I kissed him, nibbling on his lip and sucking in his tongue as I pressed my breasts to his chest.
