White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 14

Wendy came into the room bringing a small tray with cheese, crackers, a hugecslice if apple pie and another pitcher of iced tea. Seemed her mother had insisted on there being only something to munch on as they were havibg dinner out.

Deacon returning from the bathroom freshly showered and draped in nothing but a fluffy peach towel that rested too low on his hips for the comfort of Wendy's peace of mind greeted her with a cheeky grin.

She stood by the door staring at him her eyes feasting on the delightful sight. He was just as devastating to her senses clothed as he was half-clothed and she dared not to imagine him unclothed.

She swallowed hard and willed her limbs to move while trying her best to appear indifferent, but her mind did not intend to play fair because the images that it brought to mind had her almost sending the contents on the tray spilling at her feet.

"Are you alright love?" He asked looking intently at her as he slung the other towel he had no doubt used to dry his now spiked mane around his neck.

She was itching to stroke the unruly array of wet strands in place and she could only imagine how soft it would feel gliding through her fingers. She found herself also imagining what other things would feel like too beneath her greedy touch.

"Never better," she lied and hurridly move to place the tray on the bedside table. "Thought you would like something to snack on so I brought up this."

In all honesty, she would have stayed locked away in the kitchen with Martha if the tray was not placed in her hand and the sweet caring figure of the short plump woman who was like a mother to her hadn't said with a frown. "Surely you don't plan to snack by yourself, take that up to your beau child."

This was going to be the death of her sanity. Beau? What beau? Looking at him standing all carefree and so casual practically naked she knew he was the devil personified and the lustful demons in her were just waiting to unhinged.

"I hope you're not allergic to cheese," she said sweetly and stared innocently at him.

Deacon smiled broadly and said, "I am not so nothing to worry about my love."

"Don't call me that," she snapped moving from where she stood as he approached. "And could you put some clothes on?"

She really needed to relax, but Deacon and the situation were no walk in the park as this man was sex personified wrapped in sin, and drizzled with lust.

"Am I making you uncomfortable Wendy?" he asked looking at her with a knowing grin.

She walked over to her carryall as staying put and looking at him was driving her crazy.

"Huh! Why would you?" she returned trying to appear apathetic but knew she was failing miserably.

She was zipping open her carryall when she felt the warmth of his body near her. The minty scent mixed with patchouli and lavender of his body wash invaded her nostrils and increased her awareness of him ten fold. Her hand trembled and her fingers fumbled with the zipper.

"White lies," he said his voice low and sensual "are my favorite as they lead to sweet compromises."

"Wh--- what?"

"Your little lies are only going to lead to you having to make a concession," he said softly as he let his warm hands circle her wrists then slide slowly up to her shoulders where he pulled her more firmly against his body.

Wendy felt the potency of the electrifying desire of need leaped through her and pooled in the depth of her womanhood and she throbbed with a need that she never felt with any other man.