I tap her nose.
“If you say so, Darcypops.”
She narrows her eyes but her lips betray her curling upwards.
I hand her the box of her food and her drinks. She nods appreciatively and takes a sip of the lukewarm coffee.
I watch her eat in silence for a minute or two, taking an occasional sip of my own beverage, when she finally looks over at me and studies me in a way that makes me nervous.
"You didn't sleep," she says. It's not a question; it's a statement. There's no point denying it. She knows. She's too perceptive not to.
"No," I answer matter-of-factly, trying not to deflate when I see Darcy frown.
"Why not?" she asks. "You've got to be half-dead by now."
I swallow thickly. Normally, I could play this off. But at this point, the exhaustion tugging at my brain has lowered my inhibitions, and there's nothing I can say but the truth. "Bad thoughts, I guess."
"Bad thoughts?" Darcy echoes, her brow furrowing with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I hesitate, torn between my instinct to keep my walls up and the unexpected desire to let her in. "It's just... sometimes it feels like everything's spinning out of control. Like I'm barely keeping my head above water."
Darcy nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "I get it," she says softly. "More than you know."
There's a moment of silence between us, heavy with unspoken understanding. Then Darcy reaches out, her handresting gently on my arm. The warmth of her touch sends a shiver through me.
"I think that's why I let myself get so carried away the other night, you know, with the two of us?" she continues, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "It's so easy to feel out of control. But one thing I can control..." she trails off, her eyes flickering to my lips.
"Is who you sleep with on a lonely Wednesday night," I finish, feeling a spark of electricity between us. Darcy confirms my suspicion with a naughty smile, her eyes fluttering dangerously between mine.
“You know how it was a bad idea the first time?” she asks, waiting for my nod of confirmation before she continues. “Well, I’m thinking that every time we do it, it’ll become a better idea.”
I can’t help but grin at that suggestion. “I suppose we would need a scientific experiment to prove that hypothesis,” I tell her. “I think we’d better try it out a couple more times. Get a good feel for it.”
Darcy nods with a mischievous smirk. “I like the way you think. For the sake of science, of course.” She moves in closer, her lips pausing just centimeters from mine. I can feel the warmth of her breath on my skin when she says, “Maybe I can finally get you to relax.”
Our lips collide.Wecollide. It’s as if we can’t close the space between us fast enough. Fucking hell. I have to open my eyes to peek at her while we kiss to make sure she’s real. That this is really happening.
She pulls away briefly when she notices it. “Is this okay?” she asks, still so close that her sweet breath is hot in my mouth, where my lips are still parted, waiting for her tongue to return. Her voice is a whisper and her green eyes are heavy with lust and a dash of anxiety. My dick throbs in my pants, my erection reminding me it’s there, waiting to be freed. It’s telling me not tofuck this up. God, I want to ease her anxiety with all the pleasure I can give her.
This is more than okay.
I don’t bother answering her with words, though. I clutch herfantasticass tight and pull her even closer against me, bringing our mouths back together in a desperate frenzy. I want her. I’ve always wanted her. Since I kissed her during Spin the Bottle. And every day after that. I think that a part of my brain never stopped wanting Darcy.
I don’t know how the food and drinks I’ve brought Darcy end up a spilled mess on the floor. I don’t know how we got out of our clothes so fast. I have her pinned underneath me in my bed, her fiery hair spilled out softly around her head on my white pillows. She’s in my arms. She’s stroking my face. Looking at me with those deep green eyes. She’s smiling and my heart damn near stops. Her skin is pale. Creamy. So damn soft.
I kiss my way from her lips to her temple, stopping to nibble on her tiny ear before I kiss her neck and squeeze her bare thighs, eliciting the moan I desperately want to hear.Imake her sound that way.I’mdoing this to her. It’s so fucking sexy and my cock is begging to be inside. Her nails scrape my skin and my entire body tingles with goosebumps. I think I’m even trembling a little with how bad I want her. But I want to touch her. To taste her and it’s worth the agonizing wait to be buried in her.
Darcy sighs as I suck on her neck and then trail kisses over her collar bone before I take her bright pink taut nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the bud of it. Delicious. Her sigh turns into a gasp and she hastily reaches her hand down to?—
Fucking fuck.Her just-firm-enough grip on my dick, so sudden and so welcomed, is going to ruin me.
“Darcy,” I breathe, looking up at her from where my mouth is just centimeters away from her nipple, “If I could go back towhen we were kids. I’d tell you the truth.” The words tumble out of me before I can think.
She releases me and brings both her hands up to cup my face and bring it up to meet hers. She places a tender kiss on my lips slowing us down. Things have turned from heated and rushed to tender. Gentle. I should have expected nothing less after my years-too-late admission.
“What are you talking about?” she coos, nuzzling her nose against mine. I breathe into her neck and press my body into her and it feels safe.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wished things could be like this,” I say.
