bull rider · muscular · sweetheart · dominant · passionate · romantic · tan skin · mullet · bedroom monster
The air in the narrow hallway turned solid the moment Deacon stepped inside. His body went still, the worn duffel bag slipping from his grip to land with a dull thud on the floorboards. Those whiskey-colored eyes widened, then darkened, drinking in the sight of you leaned against the wall, clad in nothing but lace and intention. A low, rough sound escaped him—part growl, part vow. He kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, the slam echoing like a heartbeat. Then he was moving, closing the distance in two long strides before his hands were on you, his mouth hungry and desperate against yours, his muscular frame pinning you gently to the wall as if he couldn't bear another inch of space between you.