Page 58 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

Her gaze immediately lowered to her breasts, and he took advantage of her distraction and side-swiped her legs out from under her. She went down but was up again before he could open his mouth to gloat.

Then they were fighting.

He was stronger, but she was faster. Whirling, kicking out, punching… Soon he forgot he didn’t want to hurt her and just concentrated on staying on his feet.

“I don’t think you’re trying,” she murmured when there was a lull in the movement. And then she was off again. This time he zoned everything out, just focused on his opponent. His heart was racing. Darcy’s skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, and her breasts rose and fell. His momentary distraction was enough, and he found himself once again staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t move.

“Had enough, soldier?” She stood over him, hands on her hips, the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

He reached out his hand and she took it. He gave a sharp tug and pulled her down on top of him, so she sprawled across his body, and heat shot through him.

“Your technique is good, but I’ll always be stronger.”

“I’ll still end up on top,” she said, coming up onto her elbows.

“Only if I want you there.” He moved quickly, grabbed her hips, and turned her so she was flat on her back. He grasped her wrists, held them above her head. She licked her lips, and the heat in his belly exploded. He pressed himself down against her, his dick hard, and she opened her legs, so he pushed up against her core.

“I could get away if I wanted to,” she said.

“But you don’t want to.”

She pressed her hips against him, wriggled, and his eyes closed for a second. When he opened them, she was staring back at him. “What do you think?”

He lowered his head and bit down on her nipple, then worked his way up, kissing along the taut line of her throat, sucking on her earlobe, finally kissing her lips. They parted beneath his, and he pushed inside, kissed her as flames licked along his nerves, kissed her until he ran out of oxygen and had to come up for air.

Okay, the fighting had been fun. But it was definitely time for the fucking. He released his grip on one wrist and came up on his elbow. They were both wearing far too many clothes. He dragged his gaze from Darcy’s mouth and caught sight of their image in the mirror, then his gaze shifted to something else. A figure stood leaning against the open door, and he went instantly still.

“Hey, asshole. You forget it’s my birthday?”

It was Angie, and she had a pissed-off expression on her face.

Hell, yes, he’d forgotten. Gary was away on maneuvers, and Matt had promised her weeks ago that he’d keep the night free, and they could go out for dinner. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“I take it that’s a yes.”

…

Darcy’s gaze shifted from the man on top of her to the woman at the door. She had no clue who she was, but she was guessing this was a friend of Matt’s. More than a friend? She didn’t think so. The expression on the woman’s face was a combination of amused and pissed off.

She sighed. She was hot and wet and… She sighed again. She was going to get locks put on the doors, though she supposed it would take some explaining.So I can shag my fuck-buddy without interruption.She didn’t think that would go down too well. Sam didn’t approve of her relationship with Matt. Neither did Regan and Summer. They all reckoned she was heading for one great big heartbreak.

Of course she wasn’t.

She could stop this anytime.

Matt hadn’t moved, and she shoved at his chest with her free hand. He looked down, his expression so…frustrated…that she almost grinned. Not quite, though, because she was experiencing the same disappointment. “We could just tell her to piss off,” she murmured.

His expression cleared a little, and he gave her a rueful smile. “I wish.” He took a deep breath. “Just give me a minute.” He closed his eyes, and she could almost see him taking control of himself. His erection no longer prodded her in the belly. How sad was that? Finally, he took another deep breath and pushed himself off her. He stood, running a hand through his hair, glancing from her to the strange woman hovering in the doorway.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” the woman said. It occurred to Darcy that if she’d had any consideration at all, she would have backed out of the room as soon as she had seen what was going on. Obviously, consideration wasn’t high on this woman’s list of priorities. She was attractive, with dark hair in a shoulder length bob and a strong face. Above medium height and athletic-looking.

“Darcy, this is Angie…an old friend. Angie, this is Darcy, Lulu’s aunt.” He gave a small shrug. “Chat among yourselves. I need a shower.” And without another word, he headed into the changing room, leaving them alone. In silence. A minute later, the water started running.

Darcy heaved a huge sigh and pushed herself to her feet. Angie had stepped into the room and the door closed behind her. Polite chit-chat had never been her strong point, but Darcy had a sudden urge to know exactly who this woman was and what role she played in Matt’s life.

“So,” she said. “You’re an old friend?”

“Yeah.”

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