Waking Up Pregnant(62)

                Darcy blinked up at him, her heart freezing until she caught the playful mirth in Jeff’s eyes and relaxed back into the bed. “Okay, but only for tonight. And only if you do that thing again.”

                Gathering her close, Jeff kissed her long and slow and sweet as if he too wanted to draw out the night between them.

                “God, you feel so good,” she whispered, awed by how true it was. “It’s been so long since I didn’t feel bad, I didn’t even remember what this was like.”

                “It’s only been five months, baby, and you’ve already forgotten? My ego demands I make a more lasting impression this time.”

                “Your ego again. Hasn’t he gotten us into enough trouble already?” Her hand smoothed over his chest, her knees sliding up against the outsides of his solid thighs.

                It was so intimate.

                The eye contact. The touch. The press of his hard sex against the wet softness of hers.

                They wouldn’t have this again and she trusted him, so she told him what she’d meant.

                “Besides, I’m not talking about the sex. What I’m feeling right now is more than that.” Then realizing how he might take her words, she quickly amended, “Don’t worry, I don’t mean love or anything crazy. It’s just...for once I’m not worrying, or sick, or uncomfortable or any of the other things. When I’m with you like this, I feel like everything is going to be okay. I feel...safe.”

                There weren’t any questions. There wasn’t any risk.

                Braced on his powerful arms above her, he searched her eyes, a slight furrow forming between his own. “Then maybe you should stay in my arms.”

                Darcy stilled, not wanting to read...anything into his words.

                He meant tonight. Right now. For a few more minutes.

                His gaze darkened as he stroked her ear, down her neck and over her breast, where he circled her nipple with the tip of a single finger. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you go—”

                His words cut off at the quiet thud of the door closing downstairs.

                And suddenly Darcy’s heart was pounding for a different reason altogether than it had mere seconds before.

                “Your mom!” she choked, trying to wiggle out from beneath Jeff, whose chin had pulled back and seemed to be eyeing her with equal parts amusement and irritation. Okay, and the lust was still there, too.

                She shoved at his shoulders and he backed off the bed, muttering something about the joys of being a teenager again, and Darcy wondered just how many times he’d been caught in his parents’ house.

                Then getting back on track, she realized the only thing that mattered was that this would not be one of them.

                Jeff already had his pants on, and tossed Darcy her bra and his borrowed T-shirt. Then ducked, coming back up with her panties.

                “Relax, I’ll head my mother off downstairs. Tell her not to bother you tonight.”

                Darcy coughed. “What? No! Jeff, you look like...”

                He pulled his T-shirt on over his head, thankfully covering the skin she’d marked.

                “...well, like you’ve been doing exactly what we’ve been doing in here. I didn’t think it was possible, but even your hair makes you look guilty.”