“You have the most extraordinary hands,” she moaned against his mouth.
“Is that all?”
In Darcy’s view, he also had an insatiable need for praise, but damn it all, he deserved every word of it. His fingertips brushed bare skin now, and she was sorry she’d even bothered to wear panties when they were only in his way. He touched her with such an easy grace, now delving deep to smooth his path with her own inviting wetness.
He stroked her toward bliss, creating a shimmering surge that coiled through her, winding tighter and tighter around his fingers until he deepened his kiss to send her crashing over the edge in tumultuous waves. The blinding ecstasy seared her heart and left her lying limp across his lap, perfectly sated and wonderfully relaxed.
Griffin waited a minute, then stood with her still cradled in his arms. He walked back into the house and upstairs to his bed where he laid her down gently, and slowly removed her sweater, then her skirt, her lime green bra, and last, the matching panties.
“Do you wear such exotic lingerie beneath your overalls?” he asked.
Darcy propped her head on her hand and smiled. “Always.”
“You’re deliberately trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“Crazy, no. Mad with desire, most certainly,” she revealed in a husky whisper.
Griffin quickly discarded his sweatshirt and Levi’s. He stretched out beside her and drew her into his arms. “Now it’s my turn,” he said.
Darcy rose to push him back into the pillows. “I’d say it’s mine, but as always, we can argue about it later.”
“Later’s good,” Griffin agreed, and he sucked in his breath as she sent a trail of teasing kisses down his chest to his navel. She circled the tender dip with her tongue to make him laugh, then moved lower to straddle his leg.
She needed both hands to grasp his erection and she sucked the velvet-smooth tip into her mouth. He grabbed her hair in such a hasty clutch, she paused to look up at him. “Should I stop?” she asked sweetly.
“Lord, no,” he moaned.
Darcy licked him this time, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his cock. She felt him shudder and moved lower to lick his balls and, with an exquisite delicacy, drew first one and then the other into her mouth. She knew just where the slight pressure of her fingertips behind them would intensify his pleasure and used it as she again drew his cock into her mouth.
He was too big for her to take deeply, but she knew how to use her hands to stimulate the whole length of his shaft until with a strangled gasp he shoved her aside. Then, with a swift lunge, he thrust into her. He fought for control, but he was too close to the edge to last more than a few hip-jolting strokes before he exploded in a fiery release.
Consumed by pleasure as intense as he’d given her, he collapsed across her. Deeply gratified to have pleased him so, Darcy welcomed the warmth of his weight. She wore a blissful smile when he rose to withdraw, but he was incensed and began to swear.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go bareback,” he claimed abruptly, and he shoved off the bed and strode into the bathroom.
Startled by the harshness of his tone, Darcy sat up. For a brief instant, she considered walking out on him, but when she heard the shower running, she chose to follow him instead. The glass-enclosed shower stall was large enough to hold half a dozen people and was already fogged by steam. She swung the door open and stepped in behind him.
“I’m on the Pill, and I’m positive a man who must be in peak physical shape to earn a living must also guard his health. So no one’s been hurt here.” She reached out to touch his shoulder, but he shied away.
He had his hands braced against the wall, and the water cascaded over his broad shoulders and sluiced down his back in a swift stream. “This time, maybe, but I won’t let it happen again.”
Darcy scooped the soap out of the soap dish and began to wash herself. The soap had a tangy citrus scent she recognized from his skin. “People are supposed to lose control during sex,” she chided. “That’s the whole point of it.”
Griffin shot her a murderous glance over his shoulder. “I’m not a control freak. That’s not what this is about.”
His shampoo was on a convenient ledge, and Darcy helped herself to a dollop and massaged it into her scalp. “No, of course,
not. You’re angry about something else entirely, but I’ve no clue what it is. Unless, of course, you don’t enjoy fellatio, or perhaps the way I perform it. That’s easily solved. I won’t do it again.”
This time he turned all the way around and, even with his hair plastered to his forehead, his deep scowl should have terrified her; but she hadn’t followed him into the shower to be meekly frightened away. She swiped a soapy hand across his hairy chest and grabbed hold.
“My God, Griffin, after the day you’ve had, how can not using a condom be all that big a deal?”
He continued to stare at her, his expression clouded with disbelief. “Aren’t you angry with me?”
Darcy moved in close. “Had I wanted to stop you, you’d still be screaming. Do I even appear annoyed, let alone angry? I won’t get pregnant. You won’t catch anything from me, and I sincerely doubt that I’ll catch anything from you. No crime has been committed here.”
Griffin caught her wrists in a soapy vice. “You know damn little about me. I could have slept with each of the women attending last night’s reception.”