He turned her and kissed her as if he couldn’t stand being physically apart from her any more than she could.
She liked that about him.
“How did the rehearsal dinner go tonight?”
“Mmm, fine.” She pressed herself against him, inhaling his clean, male scent, feeling as if she’d been starving for it. “Raoul showed up.”
His body stiffened. “Why?”
“Apparently he was invited.”
“How did that go?”
“I was very good. You would have been impressed. He left with all his equipment intact.”
“I am impressed.” His hands covered her back, stroking firmly, making her feel securely adored. “The less you react, the less power he has. How did he act?”
“He’s a dick. But tonight he was a well-behaved one.”
“Hmm.” Troy looked thoughtful. “How do you define a well-behaved dick?”
“Not poking around where it isn’t wanted.” She had her hands up under his shirt, caressing the hard, satisfying planes of his chest, sprinkled with coarse hair that absolutely made male torsos as far as she was concerned.
“I’d like to show you how well-behaved mine is.”
She giggled into his chest, kissing, inhaling shamelessly, using her fingers to tease his nipples. “I’d love to see that.”
“Okay.” Her shirt lifted over her head. His hands cupped her breasts in the thin, clingy bra she’d worn to drive him wild. “Darcy. Oh, man…”
His voice broke with passion. Apparently, the bra was doing its job.
Three seconds later, he’d wrenched up the material, baring her breasts, latched on hard and worked her nipple with his mouth. Darcy gasped, desire shooting through her. She arched back, shoving at her loose-knit pants until they fell to the floor and she could kick them off. Freed, she plunged her fingers in among his dark curls, holding him at her breast.
He made a fierce, primal noise, wrapped her in his arms and lifted. She wound her legs around him and let him carry her to the couch, thrilling at his strength. He placed her reverently on the cushion, then continued down until his breath came warm between her legs. Mouth pressed to the thin material of her panties, he blew hot, moist air that brought her to the point of desperation.
“Troy.” She let her head fall back, bracing herself on her fists. “More.”
“You like that?” His mouth found her again; the heat branded her.
“Yes,” she gasped, squirming shamelessly on the soft fabric. “Oh, yes.”
“Good.” He moved her panties aside, drew his tongue across her leisurely, once up, once down, then landed on her clit and suckled until Darcy was so close to coming she could barely stay coherent.
She lifted her head, wanting him with her, and saw his hands at his hips, jeans coming down, cock emerging proud and erect. Oh, she wanted him inside her in the worst way. No, the best. What was this man doing to her? She was crazy with lust for him, not cautious, not feeling she had to hold back her deep passion for fear of scaring him or herself.
In comparison to what had come before, everything about this relationship felt grown-up and wholesome and right.
He rolled on a condom, which was a good thing because she was so worked up she would have been tempted to tell him not to bother. She wanted him inside her without the damn condom, skin on skin, friction true and beautiful. Of course that was insanity.
He pushed inside her, face relaxing into rapture as he started to move. The condom bothered her, felt cold and artificial. She wanted warm, hot Troy inside her, wanted that joining.
What was happening? She’d sworn after the debacle with Chris never to trust a man again, never to put herself in any position where she’d be vulnerable to them. And here she was seriously considering letting this man inside her the way nature intended.
They say Chef Darcy has fallen in love.
No. Not yet, not…no.
“Where have you gone?” he whispered.
“Sorry.” She smiled guiltily up into his face, wrapping her arms around his neck, matching his thrusts more urgently. He was so tuned into her, into her passion as well as his. That lack of self-centeredness was new, too, invasive and beautiful at the same time. “I’m back now.”