Page 33 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

Darcy had been staring straight ahead, but now she raised her gaze to his face. His eyes were half closed, his lips parted.

Time for that strategic withdrawal. Except his hand was still over hers, holding her in place.

“Er, very impressive.”

“My point is,” he murmured, “that you know nothing about how…messy my life has been.” He pushed up closer, so her hand was caught between their bodies. “In fact, I can feel it getting a whole lot messier right now.”

Whatshecould feel was the hardness of his erection pressing against the side of her hand. If she just shifted a little bit, she could wrap her fingers around him. She had an almost overwhelming urge to see Captain Matt losing control. Coming apart for her.

There were a whole load of reasons why that was a bad idea, but at this moment, every single one of them eluded her. The kitchen suddenly got super hot, and her insides were melting, a little pulse throbbing between her thighs.

She tried to slide her palm over, but there wasn’t enough space, and she fumbled with her free hand, opening the remaining buttons and giving her the room she needed. She pushed her hand inside his boxers and found him, rock hard and red-hot.

Matt was perfectly still. Then she squeezed, and his head went back.

“Christ, Darcy.”

“I think I owe you an orgasm,” she said, holding his gaze. “And I hate to be in anyone’s debt.” She lowered herself to her knees. This was one of her favorite things about sex; she loved the feeling of being in control. All that masculine strength and power, all hers.

He was silent as she pushed his jeans and boxers down over his hips. He was beautiful, long and thick, flushed purple at the head, pale at the base where he was nestled in midnight dark curls. She considered him for a moment and heard him groan. She had an idea that this wasn’t going to last long, and that she wasn’t the only one here for whom it had been a while. She knew why in her case—she’d hardly had much option—but why had he been abstaining?

Now was not the time for thinking.

She leaned closer, breathing in the warm, musky scent of aroused male. It had been so long, and she almost swayed, her mouth watering.

She dropped a quick kiss on the tip, tasting his arousal, then licked her tongue from the base to the top, swirling around the swollen head.

A hand slid into her hair but gripped her gently as she took him in her mouth. She held him for a second without moving, and his fingers tightened. She slid her mouth up and down, as far as she could go. He thrust against her, probably couldn’t help himself, and she wrapped her hand around the base so she wouldn’t choke.

When she could feel him pumping rhythmically, pushing against her, and she could taste the saltiness on her tongue, she knew he was close. She concentrated on the head, sucking hard. From the tension in his body, he was about to come, and she cupped his balls with one hand, squeezed gently, and he exploded.

…

The best fucking feeling ever.

Each time he thought it was over, she’d squeeze and suck and send him flying again. Finally, he was drained, and she released him. His hand was still in her silky hair, and he loosened his grip as she pulled away. She sat back on her heels, stared up at him, and licked her lips. His dick twitched. He didn’t think he’d take long to recover, and he meant to be buried deep inside her when he came next time.

He’d even gotten some condoms. All prepared, though he’d not had Darcy in mind when he’d bought them. Really, he hadn’t.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples pressed against her T-shirt.

Just this once.

They reached for each other at the same time, just as the doorbell rang. They both went still.

“Chinese,” he said.

“Yeah.” She pushed herself gracefully to her feet and cast him an amused glance. “I’ll get it.” She grabbed her bag from the side and disappeared into the hallway. A moment later, he heard the front door open and the murmur of voices.

He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. His pants were around his ankles, and he leaned down and pulled them up, wincing from his still-sensitive dick. He fastened his pants, then patted the back pocket to check the condom was ready and at hand. Some food, a little rest, and then he’d offer to show Darcy the rest of the house. He reached for his wine and swallowed it in one gulp, then sank into his chair as Darcy returned. But she wasn’t bringing him Chinese. A tall figure followed her in—Gary, carrying a bottle of scotch and a six pack of beers.

“Hi, mate.” He glanced from him to Darcy. “I didn’t know I was interrupting. For some reason, I thought you might be alone and lonely.”

“You’re not interrupting,” Darcy said. “I was just about to leave.” She turned to Matt. “I’m going clubbing with Regan.”

Matt thought about the condom in his pocket and had to bite back his roar of denial. He shot a look at Gary, who raised an eyebrow. “We haven’t finished talking yet.”

“We can talk next time,” she said.

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