Heaven.
Bliss.
Nirvana.
Her bottom was pressed into his groin, the inner walls of her sex hugging him as he was as close to her as he’d ever been to another person. A part of him wanted to hold on to the connection forever, but another instinct-driven part urged him to move.
To draw back through all that snug, wet friction and then watch his uncovered length sink deep again, while Darcy’s fractured, needy cries stroked all the places within him her body couldn’t touch.
But he wanted more. Wanted to give her more.
Buried deep, he urged her upright. Thrusting slow and steady, he kneaded her breast with one hand, while letting the other ride the hills and valleys of her body to where she was slippery and wet for him. To the hot, swollen bud that made her inner walls clench like a fist every time he grazed it.
Made her mindless and wild and, for however briefly, his.
“Jeff, oh, yes, yes, like that,” she panted, pushing back into his groin even as her knees widened in a plea for more of his fingers on that secret place.
He circled, the slick orbits closing ever tighter until at last, she gave him what he needed. Another throaty cry of release as she came around his thrusting shaft and against the stroke of his fingers.
And while she lost herself in pleasured delirium, the hand he’d had at her breast coasted lower until he was cradling the place that was theirs together, and he gave in to the fantasy that for those few moments, everything he wanted was within his hold.
EIGHTEEN
That was—
She’d never—
There weren’t—
How had he—?
Wow.
Darcy blinked, shook her head and contemplated a hard pinch on her arm, just to make sure she hadn’t actually been dreaming. Only if she was, forget the pinch—with Jeff still dropping slow sensual kisses around her hips, thighs and belly—this was a dream she never wanted to wake from.
Of course thinking like that was enough for her to give herself a hard mental shake and remind herself this was about one night. About the both of them burning off the last of a lingering attraction while it still wouldn’t get in the way. While they had the chance.
Only as she lay in this bed that was Jeff’s, and yet not really, soaking in the attention of a man with a gift for spoiling her, she had to admit, at least to herself, her attraction wasn’t going anywhere. So maybe tonight was more about the chance to act on something she wanted but knew better than to try and keep.
And tonight what Jeff had given her was an experience incredible enough to keep her in fantasies through the months and most likely years to come.
Eventually there would be someone else—another man in her life. Maybe. If Gail had anything to say about it, anyway. But it would have to be a very long time off. Long enough for the memory of what being with Jeff was like to dull and fade. Because this, tonight—she already felt like he’d ruined her for all other men. And based on the glint in his eyes, he’d only just gotten started.
Crawling over her, he positioned himself between her legs, careful not to allow his weight to rest on her, but still somehow maintaining a contact between them in too many places to count. “Marry me.”