Suddenly though, he pulled away from her.
“Enough,” he said. “Enough.” He was completely aroused, set on what he wanted. Before Darla could protest, he had lifted her and was carrying her to her bed. He placed her down on the navy blue-and-gray comforter and was on top of her in an instant, settling between her legs.
He rested his forehead against hers. “You smell good.”
She laughed. “You suddenly realize I smell good?”
“I always notice you smell good.” He smiled. “Now I know you taste good, too.”
Her fingers curled on his cheek, heat pooling low in her belly at the intimate words. “I’m not sure I know how to respond to that.”
“And that honest answer makes me want to ask you a very serious question.”
Her breath hitched and she tried to pull back to see his face. “What?”
“Please tell me you have condoms and they are nearby.”
Again, she found herself laughing. “Dresser drawer.”
He didn’t waste any time rolling off her to open the drawer. She scooted across the mattress, sliding up to his back as he held up the package. “Four,” he said, his tone suddenly gruff. “Why are there only four left?”
Darla barely contained her laughter as she reached over and snatched the condom packages from him, nibbling his shoulders in the process. “One is in my purse, silly man. I wanted to be prepared. I was seeing you, after all.”
He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. “Is that right?”
There was a possessive quality to his voice, and she liked it. “That,” she assured him, “is absolutely right.”
“So you thought we might—”
“Yes,” she admitted, tearing one of the condoms from the rest and opening it. “I told myself we wouldn’t do this tonight, that I should leave them all at home to be sure we didn’t.” She reached behind her and stroked his shaft, then raised and shifted her body so that she had better access. Wasting no time, she rolled the condom down the length of him—but not without sneaking in one last teasing lick.
“You’ll pay for that,” he promised, dragging her up his body, the V of her pelvis flattening on his hard length. He claimed her mouth, his tongue catching hers. His fingers glided over her clit, entering the ultrasensitive core of her body.
She couldn’t take it. “Blake, please.” She reached between them, fisted his shaft and pressed him inside her. Relief rushed from her lips as he sunk deep within her. “Finally.”
“Finally,” he agreed.
They stared at each other, both unmoving and breathing together almost as one. Emotion swelled her heart. That something she’d felt earlier was back, stronger than ever.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said, repeating what he’d said before, what he’d said in the hotel in Denver. “But don’t stop. I like it, and us, way too much.”
“Me, too,” she agreed, a moment before his mouth closed down on hers. He shifted his hips and she felt him beginning a slow sway that sent sensations exploding inside her. Their rhythmic grind turned into a fierce, wicked passion, like nothing she’d ever experienced. Until they were not just moving together, but practically trying to crawl under each other’s skin. She didn’t want it to end, but it had to end. Nothing this good could last forever.
Too soon, she cried out as her body clenched around his cock, the spasms shaking her with such intense bliss it almost hurt. He thrust one last time with his fists pressed to the mattress beside her, his head thrown back and his face etched with pleasure.
She smiled, clinging to him, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip. Taking a risk, letting go of a little control, might not be so bad after all.
17
DARLA WOKE IN A DARK ROOM, noting that she was alone. She felt across the bed, searching for Blake and not finding him. Her heart twisted in her chest, memories flooding her mind. This wasn’t how she thought the morning would turn out. Not after she and Blake had spent hours talking, exchanging stories about their families, their jobs, their likes and dislikes. And making love. There had been lots of wonderful lovemaking that had eventually led to raiding her empty fridge. Twinkies and Starbursts had been their only hope of nourishment, considering she’d been home so rarely and hadn’t bothered to stock up. It had been wonderful. She’d taken that risk with him, she’d dared to let herself be free with him. She’d fallen asleep, thinking that it had paid off with something special—that she and Blake had been special. Instead, he was gone without so much as a goodbye. Suddenly angry, Darla sat up, wearing nothing more than a T-shirt she’d put on when she’d gotten cold. It smelled of spicy cologne, of Blake. She’d trusted him, she’d—
“You’re up. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She blinked into the darkness at him, his silhouette starting to take shape. He was dressed, about to leave, apparently.