Frozen(51)

I think I had a serious thing for Darcy.

Shite.

I ground my pelvis against Darcy's once more, and this time I felt him.

"Neala Girl, don't do that. I don't want to upset you, but grinding on me will only make me hard. I know you're excited and-"

"I want to have sex with you," I cut Darcy off.

Darcy reared back and stared at me with wide shocked eyes.

"Neala-"

"Don't. Don't you dare ruin this and reject me."

Darcy looked pained. "I don't want to ruin this, trust me. I would love nothing more than to explore every inch of you, but I want to respect you, baby. I want your trust."

He was killing me.

"Darcy, please, I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-five years of age, and I just realised that I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. I've waited long enough to have you, don't make me wait a minute longer."

Darcy was torn between doing was his body wanted and what his mind was telling him so I decided to make it even harder for him. Literally.

I stood up and reached down to the hem of my borrowed t-shirt and pulled it up my body, over my head and threw it behind me on the floor. I pushed my trousers down and shimmied my hips from left to right until they gathered in a pool of fabric around my ankles. I stepped out of them and looked up just as Darcy's eyes almost popped out of his head as they roamed over my bare chest.

"Fuck," he hissed.

His look of admiration spurred my moment of bravery onward.

I reached down and slipped my fingers under the band of the boxers I wore and teased him by pushing them down slowly, before pulling them back up. Darcy's breathing had quickened and he sucked his lower lip into his mouth when I smirked and pushed the boxers all the way down, and kicked the fabric away from my feet. I dragged my feet against the floor until my socks slid off, and when the material left my body I stood before Darcy naked as the day I was born.

"Oh, Christ," Darcy swore.

Was that good or bad?

Fuck, maybe this was a terrible idea.

I opened my mouth to apologise, but Darcy silenced me with the heated look he shot my way. He dropped his eyes to my breasts then lower and lower. I was mortified, and just barely refrained from covering myself with my hands. My breathing increased, and my heart kicked into overdrive when Darcy suddenly got up from the couch and stood before me.

He reached out with his hand and brushed his thumb over my left pebbled nipple and hissed to himself. I licked my lips and looked up at him when he slid his hand up my chest and onto my neck then cupped my cheek.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

All worry and doubt fled my body with that single sentence.

"You're perfect, my Neala Girl."

My Neala Girl.

My.

I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I didn't. I was happy, so happy, and I felt more comfortable being naked with Darcy than I ever have fully clothed with anyone else.

I wanted to tell Darcy to take his clothes off, but I couldn't speak so I reached out and tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. Darcy looked down, then looked back up to me with a grin on his face.

"You have made it impossible for me to be a gentleman and leave you with your virtue in tact."

I felt a spike of sassiness shoot through me.

"In that case you'll just have to tear it to shreds."

Darcy growled, "Don't tempt me. I want to be gentle with you."

Gentle?

Not a chance.

"Fine, you be gentle with me, and I'll be rough with you."

I gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled the material up his body. I left it at the point where Darcy's raised his arms, but couldn't see because the shirt was bunched up in his face. I reached out and ran my hands down his chest and over the six-pack I drooled over the day before.

His abs were as hard as I thought they were.

I dipped my fingers down the tempting V line, but pulled away when Darcy growled and began to remove the shirt from over his head. Before he could stop me, I dipped my head to his chest and snaked my tongue out and circled his left nipple.

"Fuck!" Darcy hissed at the same time the noise of his shirt hitting the floor sounded.

I placed my hands on his hips and squeezed in warning for him not to touch or stop me. I trailed my tongue from one nipple to the other and licked and sucked until Darcy's breathing picked up to an even faster pace. I bent my knees as I trailed my tongue down from his chest and onto his abs.

"Don't do this to me, please," Darcy begged.

I sunk to my knees before him and smiled when he started to recite Hail Mary's and Our Father prayers.

"Jesus himself couldn't get you out of this, Darcy, so take it like a man."

Darcy looked down at me with hooded eyes. "I don't want you to do anything you will regret... I don't want you to wake up in the morning and realise you made a mistake and hate me again."