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Darcy held my head to her chest, her hands lost in my hair. She cried out when my teeth pulled her nipple, and I felt another wave of pleasure crash through her body. She pushed my chest back down to the bed and she wrapped her hand around me again before guiding me to her opening. I kept my eyes on her as she looked down at me and felt her press aside her underwear, until I finally felt the warm wetness of her skin against me.
“I wanted this the second I saw you dripping wet in that entryway,” I told her. “I wanted to rip off all your clothes and take you right there.”
“I wanted you too,” she said, a glint in her eye, and then she pressed her hips down fast. I couldn’t speak as I felt her surrounding me. She moved down recklessly, pressing me as deep as she could, before lifting back up. My hips lifted to meet hers as she came down again, and we found a rhythm that had our hips crashing together. My hands were on her legs, guiding her up and down as I felt pressure building.
I watched her bounce on top of me, her mouth a round O of pleasure, and brought my hands back to her breasts, eager to bring her release. Darcy groaned as I touched her, and I was delighted to see her hand reach down between her legs. I grew even harder as I watched her touch herself as I moved my length in and out of her. Her breath quickened, and I saw her fingers move faster.
“Keep going,” she begged. She fell forward onto her elbow, one hand still working between our bodies as I pressed my hips up with force. I was getting close, but I wanted Darcy to find pleasure as well, so I held back as much as I could while her fingers worked, bringing her closer to completion.
“I’m close,” Darcy whispered in my ear, and I almost lost control myself, but I pulled it back. I worked to keep the same rhythm, eager to help her, and suddenly she was shaking over me, her muscles squeezing tight around my erection as she crashed into her pleasure. She cried out, and it was too much for me. I quickly rolled her hips off me as I found my own release and let out a deep growl of ecstasy. I shuddered with each wave of pleasure until I lay still, trying to catch my breath.
We laid still in the darkness of the room. It was only now that I realized we hadn’t turned on any lights. It was late now, and the air outside Darcy’s windows was dark and quiet. The rain still fell hard and fast, and it was the only sound in the room other than our labored breathing. I reached over to feel Darcy’s arm next to mine and I pulled her to me, happy when her head rested on my chest. Her bare chest pressed into my own and I delighted in the warmth I felt as our breathing became in sync.
“I didn’t expect that,” I said. My voice sounded strange in the quiet of the room.
“Me neither,” Darcy said. “But I’m glad you came over.” I was pleased by the words. They were an affirmation that maybe Darcy’s feelings for me were changing a bit. Earlier today, when she was begrudgingly showing me warehouses and old garages, I was ready to give up on any hope of a relationship with her. But after tonight, I couldn’t help wondering if something had changed.
This morning, I had set out to make Darcy see the real me. After spending the day together, I think she was starting to see me for who I was. I thought back to our conversation over dinner. Where we had talked about how hard it was to have so much attention on me. Where Darcy had admitted she would never be able to live like that. It felt like she was starting to understand a little bit about the man underneath the facade of the rock star.
“I’m glad you invited me,” I said. “But just so you know, I didn’t expect it. That’s not why I bought you dinner.” I ran my hand through Darcy’s hair and found it was still damp from the rain earlier today.
“Sure it wasn’t,” Darcy said, teasing me. “You’re telling me it never crossed your mind?”
“I didn’t say that!” I laughed with her. “My mind has been through a lot of fantasies after last night. But I didn’t let myself hope. I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Fantasies, huh?” Darcy asked, and I heard the interest in her voice.
“Umm-hmm,” I said, feeling a stir deep in my stomach. “One of them’s no longer a fantasy, though.”
“Oh really?” Darcy asked. “Which one?”
“Let’s just say it had something to do with that adorable mouth of yours.”
I could almost feel Darcy’s body flush at the words, and she slipped a leg over my own, pressing herself against my hip.
“You know,” Darcy said, running a hand up and down my chest. “It’s still raining hard out there.”
“It is,” I said. I felt both aroused and sleepy, pulled between a desire to embrace all those beautiful curves of Darcy’s body and a need to slip off into rest after a day filled with ups and downs.
“It might not be safe to drive.”
They were exactly the words I was hoping to hear, and I smiled as I heard them.
“You’re right,” I agreed. “It would probably be a bad idea to go home.”
With an agreement between us, Darcy shifted to kick the covers of the bed down so we could climb under them. I settled into Darcy’s bed and felt her body settle in against me, her leg comfortably around my own and her head back to my shoulder. I gave in to the calming sound of rain falling outside and the warm feel of Darcy beside me.
15
DARCY
Iwoke to the sun coming through the windows, the rain finally gone. The warm feel of Callum next to me was a welcome presence, and I squeezed him to me ever so slightly. He slept soundly, and I rolled over to slip out of bed, desperate for coffee. I found my sweatpants discarded on the floor and grabbed a sweatshirt that hung on the back of my door before padding downstairs on tiptoes.
I scooped coffee into the coffee pot, remembering to make enough for two of us. After seeing Callum at the coffee shop yesterday, I knew he drank coffee. My mind floated back to last night when we sat at this table talking about Callum’s life. It was surprising to hear how much he disliked the spotlight. He did a great job of hiding this fact if the numerous pictures and articles were any indication. But I was starting to realize that looks can be deceiving.
I checked my phone, which I had left on the kitchen table. As the comforting smell of coffee permeated the room, I took a seat and opened a text from Liz.
Tell me if that brother of mine doesn’t treat you right.
