“You brushed right?” he asked, a mirthful smile quirking his lips until he looked down between them, apparently noticing the swell of her breasts within the too-tight blouse for the first time. “Never mind. I don’t care.”
He kissed her again. Deeper. Longer.
Darcy broke away, threading her hands between them to link around his neck. “I brushed,” she murmured, leaning into the heat of his bare chest where she pressed her own soft openmouthed kiss at the center. “And flossed.”
The next kiss landed at the tight bead of his masculine nipple, and was followed by a flick of her tongue and Jeff’s rumbling groan.
“Baby, I love it when you talk oral hygiene to me.”
Darcy couldn’t help her laugh, even as her body turned hot and needy. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes, she purred, “I rinsed, Jeff. Mouthwash. A full sixty seconds.”
His hands caught her hips, and without so much as a strained breath, he lifted her onto the counter, positioning himself between her legs, so they touched in all the most critical ways.
Jeff looked down into her eyes and let the humor fall away. “Darcy, let me be here for you.”
And like that, the part of her she’d steeled against this man crumbled. Because when he looked into her eyes like he was, when he let her see how badly he needed her to let him in, there was no defense against it.
And so long as she remembered that no matter how good it felt to give in to Jeff, this was temporary...she’d be okay.
TWENTY-ONE
Darcy stared into the half-fogged mirror, admiring the round swell of her belly as she turned from one side to the other. The swirling wisps of warm steam pinwheeled through the air as the bathroom door opened and then Jeff’s reflection joined her an instant before his hands became solid, gathering the wet tendrils of her hair so it twisted to hang down her chest.
“Talk about an incentive to come home early,” he murmured in her ear, their eyes locked in the reflection before them. Her, a naked bounty of soft and round and ripe, and him, a devastating contrast of disheveled and immaculate as always.
“Only in your world is seven early, Jeff.”
His hands smoothed down the length of her back, his thumbs working gentle circles into the muscles strained from carrying the weight of two bodies in one. And then they slid forward over the hard swell of her belly, coasting in that reverent caress of here and there before succumbing to the temptation he could never resist. He cupped her breasts, gently taking their weight in his palms.
“Used to be your world, too.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t at the office at six-thirty in the morning, either.”
Those wicked thumbs made their first pass across her nipples and her breath rushed out in a shuddery gasp as she grabbed for the marble vanity in front of her.
She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face in the front of his shirt. Breathe in the masculine scent of him, but that would mean she couldn’t watch.
Satisfaction gleamed in the eyes still holding hers as Jeff now brought his mouth to the curve of her neck, wetting that decadent spot with the slide of his tongue that had her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.