“I look—”
“Like a goddess,” he said, reaching for her and helping her to her knees.
He unhooked the back clasp of the bra that had served his purposes more than hers for the past minutes, and brushed the straps down her arms before ducking aside to retrieve a condom from the wallet he’d tossed on his nightstand. Then circling behind her, he pulled her against him so they were kneeling upright together and whispered in her ear, “Not of this world, you’re so incomparably sexy.”
The little noise she made suggested she didn’t entirely believe him, but it was true.
She’d been gorgeous that first night in Vegas, but now he couldn’t look at her without being blown away by the absolute lush perfection of her.
And tonight she was giving herself to him.
His erection was throbbing painfully with need where it rested between the press of their bodies. He had to get inside of her. Had to have what he’d been ruthlessly denying himself.
Pulling back he ripped open the condom—and Darcy turned, looking over her shoulder first at the condom and then at him.
Her eyes skated away and she quietly asked, “Do we need that?”
Which was when it dawned on him. She was pregnant. He couldn’t get her any more so.
But that wasn’t what she was asking.
Pressing his forehead against her shoulder, he told her the truth. “I haven’t slept with anyone since we were together.”
She stiffened. “Olivia?”
Her doubt made sense. Everyone had known it was serious with Olivia from the start. But in that moment, Jeff realized his need to make a connection might have been more a result of the one he hadn’t been able to keep with the woman finally in his arms, than the woman he’d found to replace her.
“We didn’t—we never had sex. I don’t know why, but I just—” He’d found and manufactured one excuse after another for them not to, somehow managing to convince them both it wasn’t about him. But it had been. Or more likely, about Darcy—whose breath had left her in a rush, though which emotion was behind that forceful push he didn’t know.
“The condom, it’s an ingrained habit. I wasn’t even thinking about it, but whatever you’re comfortable with. I can wear it.”
She looked back at him again, meeting his eyes over her shoulder and looking almost shy. “I want to feel you. Inside of me. Only you.”
His heart began to thump to a savage rhythm as some possessive part of him roared to life.
Only him.
He couldn’t wait another second.
Adjusting his knees, he positioned his shaft between Darcy’s legs. Groaning at the slick heat he found there, the skin on skin sensation that was only about to get better, he ran the length of himself through the spread of her folds.
“Lean forward, baby. I’ll go slow.”
God help him, the sight of her when she did was almost too much to bear.
Taking himself in hand, he notched the head at her opening, and at her eager plea for more, carefully fed the length of himself, inch by painstaking inch, into her tight, clenching sheath.