Page 40 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

He stood over her, staring down. She wore black leggings and a black tank top, which left her arms bare, showing the red and black ink of the tattoos down her left arm. He’d never had the chance to look at them closely. Now, he took in the intricate design. Roses and thorns. A unicorn and a phoenix. They were beautiful and a part of her.

His gaze slid down her body. The leggings were skin tight and hid nothing; she must be either wearing a thong or nothing at all beneath them. Her ass was a delectable curve, her legs long and slender, her feet arched. She wore a toe ring on her right foot and an ankle bracelet—a strand of leather and beads—around her left. Her waist was narrow. There was nothing soft about her. If anything she was too thin, and he could see the lean hardness of muscle beneath her pale skin. Her short hair revealed the long line of her neck, the black dangly earring that hung from one ear. The other had a small black stud.

For some unfathomable reason, he found her incredibly erotic, and his dick hardened in his pants.

Why the hell couldn’t he have felt like this with Diana earlier? Then right now, he’d probably be in bed with her, no doubt in a nice, tastefully decorated bedroom. Yet, he was so glad he wasn’t there. And right in that moment, he knew his fantasy about married life was just that—total make-believe.

He turned his attention back to the sleeping woman. He’d gone over in his head so many times just why this was a really bad idea.

Now he couldn’t remember any of those reasons.

As long as they were both clear about what they were getting into—nothing heavy, just a little fun between consenting adults—why shouldn’t they give in, enjoy what they both clearly wanted?

She shifted in her sleep, her ass lifting, her face snuggling farther into the cushion. He’d take her from behind, slide between those long slender thighs, and push himself deep inside her, hands gripping her hips.

His hand shifted to his dick. Hard.

There was still time to get out of there. Go give himself a wank in the shower. It would be way less dangerous.

Now he was being melodramatic. She wasn’t dangerous.

She was just a woman. One he’d been hard for since the moment he met her, that first night before he’d even known who she was.

He stripped off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, still not sure what he was going to do. If anything.

He should wake her, though. “Darcy.”

No answer. She just shoved her head deeper into the cushion.

He sank down onto the sofa beside her. “Darcy?” When she didn’t answer, he reached out and lightly touched her shoulder. Her skin was warm and soft, and his fingers nudged her gently.

She didn’t move. If anything, she went totally still. She was awake…and obviously waiting. His hand seemed to move of its own volition, his fingers trailing over her back, down the line of her spine. He could feel the bones beneath her skin. He held his breath, waiting for her to stop him, as his hand reached the small of her back and then the smooth curve of her ass. His mouth went dry as her hips rose and pushed against his palm.

His last remaining blood drained to his groin. It occurred to him to wonder just what twist of fate might interrupt them this time.

Maybe Darcy herself. She was as wary of the feelings between them as he was. And maybe with more reason than he had. He caressed the swell of her ass, no longer kidding himself that he was trying to wake her. He could feel the hardness of muscle, and he dug his fingers into her flesh, then massaged it with his palm.

He turned his attention back to her face and found her eyes open, watching him. He squeezed her buttock again, and they closed briefly.

She licked her lips, and heat sank lower, so his balls ached. He knew exactly how clever that mouth of hers was, and he wasn’t going to get sidetracked.

Tonight, he was going to be deep inside her, and from the needy expression he’d glimpsed in her eyes, he reckoned she was in agreement.

“I fell asleep,” she said. “I meant to have everything sorted out for when you got back, but she finished me off.”

“She can do that.”

“And I wasn’t expecting you back.” She pushed herself up, and he reluctantly released his hold on her ass so she could swing her legs around. She glanced at the baby monitor then placed it on the coffee table and turned her attention to him. “Sorry you didn’t get lucky.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to get lucky.”

“Really? But the two of you are soperfecttogether.”

Did he detect a hint of sarcasm? Probably. “Maybe I don’t like perfect.”

“Hah.” She looked around at the chaos surrounding them. “I bet you had a heart attack when you walked in here.”

“Maybe. Until I caught sight of Sleeping Beauty and everything else vanished from my head.”

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