Page 49 of Suddenly Tempted
Darcy laughed, twisting around on the bed to face him.
“Not in the slightest,” she said, smiling. “I think this might be the warmest I’ve been since we left the Royal Alpine. Thank you.”
“Happy to oblige,” he said, kissing her again.
He couldn’t keep away. She was the drug, not the kisses.
“How’s your arm?” Darcy asked, stroking his shoulder. “Lifting me might not have been the best idea.”
Devlin felt his skin tighten around her touch, the tension building in him again.
“I used my good arm for that, and you’re lighter than my cat,” he said.
“You’ve got a cat?” Darcy’s brows shot up. “I would have pictured you with a tiger on a leash. Or maybe a gecko.”
“That’s random,” he laughed.
“Well, you know, neither are overly cuddly,” she said, studying his face. “Though, after today, maybe I can see you with a cat. A big fluffy beast who comes and sits on your lap while you’re eating Cheerios in your pants. Maybe you give them the left-over milk.”
“Have you been spying on me?” He grinned. “You’ve just described my Friday nights to a tee.”
Darcy laughed but Devlin’s smile soon faded as she pressed her lips to his. A subtle promise of what was to come.
Chapter 25
DARCY
Darcy didn’t want to think about how Devlin spent his Friday nights, because she was sure it wasn’t holed up in his penthouse with a cat. She couldn’t think like that. It would drive her to distraction, especially after what had just happened between them. What was still happening between them. He had taken her to sweet oblivion and she wanted to make him feel the same.
In the soft light of the bunkroom, the snow-filled windows providing a screen from the setting sun, she could see his every single muscle was perfectly defined, the beat of his pulse just above his collar bone thumping hard and fast. And when she looked up from the wall of his chest, his eyes, all pupil, were focused on her lips.
She was helpless. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Darcy hadn’t expected to fall for Devlin, not like this. Not this easily or quickly. Not when she knew what he was like. Now, though, she couldn’t help but think thatwasn’twhat he was like.
Darcy ran her hand across his abdomen, her skin tingling as he groaned at her touch. She felt in control and powerful. She was in charge now and her whole body was buzzing with the idea that he would let her take control.
Spreading her fingers under his waistband, she inched his trousers down until she found what she wanted. She gripped him and started stroking as Devlin moaned with satisfaction.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, lifting herself up and straddling him.
He took a moment to focus and then squeezed her fingers as a guttural noise came from deep inside him. Darcy watched as he studied her naked body, as though she was a work of art, her skin tingling at the intensity of his gaze. She had never felt more alive as Devlin lifted her hips and adjusted their position until they were perfectly aligned. He was reading her body like a favourite book he knew from cover to cover. And soon their bodies were moving together in perfect rhythm.
“You’re perfect, Darcy Wainwright,” he whispered in her ear.
Darcy wanted to reply, but her voice was lost, swallowed by the deep, aching pull of pleasure as she surrendered to him completely.
* * *
Darcy lay quietly smiling, the faint glow of the sun now gone, the bunkroom dark. She felt the weight of Devlin’s arm on her stomach, the heat of his body next to hers. The outpost was still warm with the heating, but the lack of sunlight made Darcy shiver. The night had been perfect for her but what about Devlin? His girlfriends were all models and far more experienced than she was. What if she hadn’t been good for him?
As if he could read her mind Devlin looked at her.
“I know what you’re thinking. I know what people say about me. I know my reputation isn’t exactly . . . decent.”
Darcy raised an eyebrow.Not exactly decent?She thought about the stories she’d read in the papers and magazines, the exposés and scandals. According to the press, Devlin seemed to have a new girlfriend every week — and sometimes two or three. Those risqué stories didn’t exactly match the man she was lying next to now, though, and the thought of hearing him talk about his past was surprisingly painful.
Her mind started spiralling back to reality. To the world outside the snow-covered outpost. A world where Devlin Storm was a figure larger than life, untouchable, reckless and adventurous. A man who never stayed in one place for very long. Or with one person. She didn’t want to be a fleeting moment in his life. A story he could retell one day when they were home and safe. A soft sound escaped her, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. Two days ago, the idea of being stuck with Devlin had been a nightmare, yet now she was afraid of losing him.
“What you have read about me, everyone’s idea that I’m a heartbreaker, it’s just not true.” Devlin studied her with an intense gaze. “It is important to me that you believe that.”
