Chapter 25 File That Away
File That Away
Darcy
My heart is practically pounding out of my chest as I hand Eric the package.
He pops the top and extracts a packet. Then he flings the box onto the rug, where it lands with a thud, much like my heart will do tomorrow. Probably. Whatever.
Eric bites one corner of the packet with the casual ease of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. One second later he’s rolling it down over his beautiful cock, and I tremble at the sight of it.
I hope he doesn’t notice. I hope he can’t tell how completely undone I am. How impossibly vulnerable. My skin is still tingling everywhere he’s touched me. There’s a delicious ache between my legs that won’t stop until we see this through.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. We work together. There will be consequences. But God help me, I want it. I want this wild, unscripted thing that’s happening between us.
Then he looks up at me, and I almost gasp. Because he’s wearing the same expression he uses when he’s bearing down on the puck. Locked and loaded, and dangerous. He reaches for me with hands that aren’t exactly gentle. As if he’s been holding back.
Rain slaps the windows as I slide onto his lap again. I expect him to kiss me right away, but he doesn’t.
He slides a hand up my chest and runs a thumb over my nipple. Like he’s inspecting me the same way he’d check out a new hockey stick or a pair of skates. But it causes a riot inside my body just the same.
“You are fucking lovely, you know that?” he murmurs. Then he lowers his mouth to kiss my shoulder. It’s a good thing he’s not expecting an answer, because I’m afraid of what my voice might do if I tried to complete a sentence right now.
Instead, I drop wet, open-mouthed kisses on the smooth skin at his neck. He smells like sunshine and the ocean. And his skin tastes like sex.
I’m usually so smart. But not tonight. I want this beautiful man to completely unmake me. Right fucking now.
Strong arms pull me closer, as if he can read my mind. He grabs my jaw and kisses me roughly. My whole body contracts with want, and my eyes start to sting.
“Take it,” he rasps into my ear. Then, without waiting, he lifts me up and positions himself at my entrance.
I ease down until I can feel the blunt head of him against my slick flesh, while he watches. “Yeah?” he says, and it’s a half question, half dare.
A flash of lightning illuminates the room, and we both pause.
Our eyes meet and hold. I nod. He bites his lip and impales me on his cock, and a crack of thunder swallows my gasp.
We stare at each other as I seat myself and remember how to breathe.
Then I tighten my body around his girth, and his eyes stutter closed. “Fuck.”
I’m not sure who moves first. He rolls his hips, and I use my knees for leverage.
“Mmh,” he grunts as we find our rhythm. “God.”
I can’t even speak.
His hands grip my hips, guiding me, asking for more. The pressure building inside me is almost unbearable—sweet and sharp and overwhelming. My nails dig into his shoulders. I need something to anchor me as the room spins.
Another flash of lightning, another growl of thunder. His breath comes hot against my neck as he pulls me closer, his chest flush against mine. “Darcy,” he whispers. “Honey.”
Honey. I file that away to remember later. When we’re back in the real world with its rules and expectations.
I strain against him. The sweet friction is too much and not enough.
“Look at me,” he demands, one hand sliding up to cradle my face.
And I do, though it costs me. Because the rawness of his expression guts me. Our mouths crash together. Time slips. We move together, faster now, chasing release, chasing something I can’t name. His breath hitches, and I feel him tense beneath me.
The thunder crashes again, and this time, I let myself fall.