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Seated at a table by the window, leaning forward with one arm in front of him, he sipped his coffee as he looked out at the picturesque landscape.

“Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” She couldn’t help but grin, practically giddy with excitement as he glanced up at her and smiled. God, even the crinkles around his eyes turned up, making his whole face shine with gladness.

“Why yes, it is, by the most beautiful woman in this whole restaurant. You!” Like a perfect gentleman, he rose and pulled out her chair, then slid it in as she sat. “Good morning Ivy. How did you sleep?”

She laughed. “Evidently, very well. Sorry to have kept you waiting,” she said, with a sympathetic glance.

Raising his hand as if to put her at ease, he shook his head. “Please don’t be sorry. I rise with the sun every day. It’s the life of a rancher.” He shrugged. “Can’t help it, but I’m glad you got some rest.” Deacon pointed to the menu off to the side. “I hope you’re up for a nice, big breakfast. From what I’ve seen, everything that’s passed my way looks real good.”

Picking up the menu, she opened it and glanced at each side, then looked over the top edge. “Have you thought about what you’re going to order?” she asked, as the server approached the table.

“Coffee?” asked the waitress, as she held up a pot of the steaming brew..

“Yes, please,” Ivy answered, as she slid her mug closer to the young woman.

After pouring Ivy’s, she topped off Deacon’s coffee and motioned to the small ceramic pitcher on the table. “Cream’s right there. I’ll be back to take your order in a minute.” With a nod, she walked away.

Ivy let out a moan as she took her first sip. “Mmmm, now that is excellent coffee!” Placing the mug gently back on the table, she picked the menu up and studied it, her stomach growling, everything looking better than the last. She had no clue what she was going to order, but whatever it was, it was going to be good. “I hope you don’t think I’m a pig, but I am so not ordering my usual egg whites,” she declared.

“Well, if you ask me, there’s nothing sexier than a woman with a good appetite. I can’t stand it when a woman orders nothing but rabbit food. Show me what you got Ivy,” he challenged.

Ivy chuckled. “Oh man, you are on!”

*****

Sitting back, Ivy wiped her mouth with her napkin, then tossed it onto the table next to her empty plate. “Well, did I impress you? she smirked, as she patted her stomach.

“Well, I do have to admit, when you ordered that second helping of home fried potatoes, I thought I might be falling a little bit in love with you,” Deacon kidded back.

Ivy barked out a laugh. “I guess I’ve been wasting my time eating sensibly and working out at the gym, thinking it impressed men.”

Deacon shrugged. “Maybe most men, darlin’, and it’s not like I don’t enjoy you just the way you are, all sexy and thin, but I do enjoy the sight of a woman who appreciates the finer things in life, and a good meal is one of them, if you ask me.

Ivy just stared in amazement. Could this man be any more perfect? After their meal, they headed to the room to dress in their snowsuits

and boots and head out to the slopes for a morning of snow-tubing. The conversation was flowing and comfortable the whole time, as if they had known each other much longer than just a day. Even the bumps and tumbles out of the tubes had them both laughing and joking, but the best rides down were the ones where they rode together in the double tubes, Deacon’s arms wrapped tightly around Ivy, as they slid down the hills at warp speed. Ivy couldn’t remember when she’d had so much fun!

After a few hours of tubing, they were both a bit sore, and opted for a sleigh-ride for two through the property of the resort. Nestled in the back of the carriage under a warm, woolen blanket, they rode, taking in the beautiful scenery—Ivy snuggled against Deacon, his arm tightly around her, holding her close. It was truly a magical day.

After a late lunch, both of them achy and tired, they headed back to their rooms and changed into their bathing suits, then headed to the indoor hot tub to soak. Ivy had changed into her bikini and donned her robe, giving Deacon no indication what was underneath until she pulled the belt and let it slide off her body. To say by his expression that he was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement, and when Ivy sat near him in the tub, she grinned as he shifted in his seat. “You okay, cowboy?”

Clearing his throat, Deacon shook his head and smiled as he leaned in close so that only she could hear him. “Darlin’, let’s just say that if this were a private hot tub, you wouldn’t be sitting all the way over there.

Ivy laughed. “All the way over here? I’m right next to you.” Grabbing her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Exactly.”

He grinned as Ivy blushed.

When they returned to their suite an hour later, pruney and exhausted, they both agreed to head to their own rooms for a nap, planning to go for dinner at eight o’clock, which would give them a few hours to rest and plenty of time to dress for the evening. So far, it had been a perfect day. Ivy couldn’t have asked for more. Deacon was fun, affectionate, and she could really feel herself falling for him. She hoped he felt the same way.

Chapter Five

Ivy slipped into a form-fitting red dress and pivoted in the mirror, smoothing the palms of her hands over her hips as she turned from side to side, making sure she looked just right. She’d straightened her normally curly red hair, and carefully applied a small amount of eye makeup and blush. She wasn’t one to overdo cosmetics, and preferred a more natural look most times. Slipping on her red pumps, she grabbed her clutch and walked out into the main room of the suite, where she was greeted by the most glorious smile of Deacon’s yet.

Standing there, just outside her bedroom door, she watched as he strutted toward her, always the rancher, with that sexy gait. In addition to the grey suit he wore, the dress cowboy boots on his feet made his strut more purposeful, and he removed the Stetson from his head when he neared her. Giving her the once over, she could hear him groan in approval.

“Darlin’, you are about the most gorgeous thing on the face of the earth.” Leaning in, he placed a sweet kiss on her cheek, then grabbed her hand. “We better get out of here before I never want to leave.”

Blushing, she interlaced her fingers with his as they headed down to dinner, wishing he would go with his first thought.

Dinner was superb. The lights turned down low, candlelight on every table, and a roaring fire in the hearth, provided the perfect romantic setting. Deacon reached across the table and held her hand as he gazed at her, the flickering flames enhancing the little golden flecks in his deep brown eyes. The pull to him was palpable, and when he leaned in and stole her breath with the most consuming kiss, she could feel her heart tumble as she kissed him back with equal fervor and want.

Pulling back, he sighed and smiled at her. “Ivy, I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for, but darlin’, you have to know…I’m dying to kiss every inch of your body and show you just how I’m feeling right now. If I’m reading this all wrong, please tell me.”

Shaking her head, tears started to brim in her eyes as she looked at him. She was falling, and she was falling hard. “You’re not reading this wrong,” she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s say we get out of here, and take this someplace a little more private.”

Deacon nodded with a chuckle and held up his hand, garnering the waiter’s attention. “Check, please.”

The minute the elevator doors closed he was on her, pressing her against the mirrored panel and kissing her until she forgot her name or where she was. She startled when she heard the elevator
ding right before the doors
opened and a crowd of people stepped on. They separated, stealing glances at each other, trying not to laugh at their little secret. When the people got off, they resumed where they’d left off. Practically running to their room, Deacon fumbled with the key card, making them both erupt in nervous, excited laughter.

“Hurry…Hurry! Ivy pleaded, urgency spilling out as she spurred him on with an anxious giggle. Bursting through the door, they nearly fell over one another. Deacon caught Ivy around the waist and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her until her knees buckled and her body trembled.

Their hands were all over each other, pulling at one another’s clothing, his mouth on her at all times—her lips, her neck, sucking on her collarbone—as he attempted to peel her dress off her shoulders. Finally, he scooped her up in his arms and pushed through her bedroom door, their mouths fused the entire time. Gently placing her feet on the ground, he stepped back, and, as if something unspoken had flashed between them, they both began to strip out of their clothing.

Ivy lifted the form-fitting dress over her torso and head, throwing it to the side, leaving her in just her red lace thong and matching demi bra.

Deacon had stripped in record time and stood naked, in all his glory, his thick erection jutting out as he took in the sight of Ivy, seeming to enjoy what he saw. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he smiled as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms, coyly smiling as it hit the floor. When she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her thong, Deacon shook his head and crooked his finger, signaling for her to come closer.

She didn’t need prompting. She was pressed against him within a second, her nipples tightening as they rasped against the hairs on his muscular chest. She was getting drunk on the taste of his kiss, his lips and tongue demanding and consuming her as their mouths mated in an intimate frenzy. He walked her backward toward the bed, and, before she knew it, she was on her back with him hovering over her, their mouths hungrily searching each other’s the entire time.

Deacon’s open mouth slid down to her jaw, kissing and licking, as he descended her body. She panted as his head lowered and he captured one of her nipples, drawing it in as he cupped her other breast and smoothed the pad of his thumb over its tight bud. Her back arched as she cried out and combed her fingers through his thick head of raven hair. He trailed kisses and sweeps of his tongue down her stomach and abdomen as he hooked his fingers around the red elastic of her thong and pulled it down as he stood up at the edge of the bed.

Ivy lifted her legs and bent them slightly as he pulled her panties down her thighs and calves, then over the red pumps she was still wearing. As he lifted off each shoe, he kissed the arch and ankle of each foot and stared into her eyes. Ivy bit on her fleshy lower lip as she watched him, mesmerized by his actions, captured by this man she had met only the day before, but felt as if she had known for a lifetime. His hands skimmed down the insides of her calves, pushing them apart, opening her to his gaze, and when his eyes left hers and scanned down her body, he grinned and licked his lips as they focused on her sex.

“You are beautiful. Every damn inch of you.” Leaning forward, he inhaled, and groaned. “You smell like heaven Ivy. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Then his mouth was on her, tasting her—his tongue and lips licking her as his thumbs opened her and he drew her clit in, flicking against her pearl as he made gentle sucking noises. His tongue pushed into her core, tasting her from the inside. She could feel her orgasm build and coil deep within her abdomen.

Her hands were in his hair, pressing him into her as she dug her heels into the edge of the bed for leverage and rocked her pelvis into his mouth. As her body began to tremble and thrash, she gave in to her release, crying out as she came—“Oh God…Oh God…Deacon…Oh God.”

He smiled up at her, his lips glistening with her juices. “I could spend all night between your legs eating that sweet pussy of

yours darlin’,” he declared, as he licked his lips—something she wouldn’t mind at all.

Bending down, he picked up his pants and quickly fished through his pocket, holding up the foil packet as he approached the bed. Ivy scooted back to the middle of the bed as he rolled the condom on his thick shaft, her eyes never leaving what he was doing. Before she knew it, he was looming over her, caging her shoulders between his elbows and swooping down for a kiss. She tasted herself on him—the somewhat salty flavor of her release mixed with the taste of Deacon—a heady elixir that made her moan into his mouth. Reaching between their bodies, he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and pressed forward, slowly entering her as he looked directly into her eyes, hissing as he sank into her, inch by slow inch.

“You okay darlin’?” he grunted and halted, looking at her. “Yesssss,” she rasped out. “Perfect. Don’t stop. You feel so good.”

It had been a while since she’d been with a man. He filled her and stretched her tight sheath. The burn in her taut tissue quickly morphed into pleasure.

Bucking his hips, he slid in all the way and waited again. “Ivy…I’ve got to move. I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Don’t hold back…move…please…I need to feel you,” she pleaded. He chuckled. “Oh…you’re gonna feel me move!”

Pulling his hips back, he moved, and moved, bucking into her with steady strokes, their dewy bodies gliding against each other’s, the sweep of his pubic bone grazing against her clit on every downstroke, inching her higher and higher to a second release.

“Ivy, damn…so fucking good,“ he grunted, as he captured her mouth, now connecting them intimately in two places, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his cock as he fucked her mouth and sex at the same time.