“I think you meant every word you said.” His husky voice made her nether regions ping with a series of vibrations.
Was he teasing her? Would he burst out laughing in another second and pretend like this was all a joke?
She shook her head. “Sean, last night I was—”
The rest of her lie was muffled when his lips slammed down on hers. Hot, wet, and punishing… like he had something to prove.
His kiss came out of nowhere, striking faster than lightning. His strong arm circled her waist while his other hand wrapped around the back of her head to hold her in place. He tilted his head, easing the pressure on her mouth while tightening his grip on her neck.
Eighteen years.
Eighteen years of wondering what this moment would feel like. Eighteen years of wondering if this moment would ever come. Just imagining the feel of his lips on hers. Of his hands touching her. All those nights lying awake at night wondering how amazing it would feel.
Her imagination didn’t even come close.
Sean McKenna was kissing her, and she wasn’t going to just stand there. She wanted to feel him, to taste him. To run her nails along the contours of his lean muscles.
She twisted her hands in his shirt against his stomach as she ran her tongue along the velvety crease between his lips. He tasted delectable, like temptation and sin. Better than the most expensive whiskey.
He let her tease his lips open a little more before he pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. An involuntary moaned escaped her throat, and her nipples hardened as he pulled her tighter against him.
Holy Mother of God.
This kiss? On a scale between one to Ryan Gosling?
Who the fuck was Ryan Gosling?
Chapter 12
She was such a goddamn little liar. Like hell she hadn’t meant a word of what she’d said last night.
Sean had failed all his language courses in school, but the little whimper she’d just given him meant the same thing in pretty much every fucking language in the world: she wanted him.
And fuck him, he more than wanted her.
He’d had no intention of kissing her. In fact, he’d just planned to clear the air between them so it wouldn’t be awkward. She was one of his best friends. He didn’t want to have to tiptoe around her like they were complete strangers.
Since she’d lashed out at him last night, he had a ton of questions. He also had a ton of feelings that were so tangled he couldn’t unravel them. He didn’t know how he felt about the fact that Darcy had loved him for years. To his surprise, it hadn’t freaked him out so much as it had shocked him.
But when he’d gotten to her place, and she’d started trying to weasel her way out of what she’d said? He wasn’t having any of that.
Hearing her admit she loved him again mattered more to him than it should have. Hell, he didn’t understand why it was so goddamn important to have proof that she meant it. And before he knew it, he’d had her pinned up against the closet and was sucking on her tongue.
It was like she was one of those chocolates with the creamy, gooey centers. Once you bit into it and realized it wasn’t that God-awful raspberry filling but rather a decadent caramel or sweet almond, you wanted another and another until you were in a sugar coma. If her mouth tasted this sweet, the rest of her had to taste amazing.
He released her tongue, sliding his past her teeth and licking the insides of her mouth. Their mouths danced together in a sinuous rhythm. She was soft and hot and tasted like honey.
He pulled her closer so her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. His cock screamed in agony against the confines of his jeans. He was as hard as a fucking lead pipe.
Darcy’s fingers found their way underneath the hem of his shirt and scorched his skin. She ran her nails down his lower abdomen to the waistband of his jeans.
That’s it, Darce. Keep moving those clever hands a little lower.
When she didn’t, he rolled his pelvis against her, the painful friction turning to pleasure in a hot second. As his erection rubbed against her thigh, she inhaled sharply. A full-body tremble shook her, and her hands flew to his hair, pulling his lips more firmly against hers. God, he wanted to be inside of her. How could she feel so good?
They started pulling and shoving their way toward the bedroom, trying desperately to maintain the delicious contact of their mouths. They were a flurry of hands, arms, and legs rubbing and touching.
What he wouldn’t give right now for two more sets of arms. He felt like a starved man sitting down to a ten-course meal, not knowing where to begin but knowing he wanted to finish everything.
Good God, his hands were on her ass! Round and firm, it was pliable as he squeezed and kneaded.
Darcy worked fast, pulling his shirt over his head. He hated to leave the sweetness of her lips, but it was either that or get strangled by his own shirt. There wasn’t much blood left in his brain. He needed all the oxygen he could get.
He looked down at her, surprised by the fire inside her. It made him hotter than a teenager who’d just found his older brother’s porn collection. Her smoldering eyes roamed over his bare chest, and without a thought, he started to undo her top. His fingers were uncoordinated and clumsy. He couldn’t get her buttons opened fast enough.
Leaning in, he licked the soft indention behind her ear. Darcy sighed, causing his already hard cock to harden even more. He was going to poke a goddamn hole in his pants if he didn’t get them off soon.
He nibbled and sucked down her neck and before too long was greeted with gorgeous luminescent skin the color of new snow. Somewhere along the way, he’d discarded her shirt. It lay on the floor in a heap next to his.
The only illumination in the room came from the streetlights outside the window, and it made her body glow in contrast to the dark, lacy bra she wore. As he ran his tongue along the top of her creamy, soft shoulder, the smell of mint filled his nose. Her hands slowly skimmed his pecs, her palms warm and damp as they slid over his nipples.
Darcy’s touch felt like magic. Dark, sensual magic that short-circuited his brain.
His dick commanded the show, shouting orders to his hands and mouth as his brain took its time with every new discovery. Darcy was unchartered territory to him, and he wanted to plant his flag everywhere.
Jesus Christ, did I just unclasp her bra? Fuck yeah, I did.
There was endowed and then there was well endowed.
Darcy was… perfect.
He cupped her breasts in both hands. Firm, round breasts topped with gorgeous cherry nipples. More than what could fit in his palms. Good God, to think these precious tits had been hiding in plain sight for so many years.
He looked up into her hooded gaze when he squeezed her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. She bit her bottom lip and let her head fall back.
Oh, how he wanted to make her moan.
Why the hell am I wasting time looking at her tits when I could be tasting them? Oh, fuck, she tastes good.
He lapped at her pebbled nipple, loving the way it rolled and slid against his tongue. Her fingernails dug crescents into his shoulders as he pulled a tip between his teeth.
Ah, there was that hot little moan he’d been waiting for.
He was usually a talker in bed, but putting syllables together at the moment was too taxing. He needed to turn that part of his brain off and concentrate on what was important, which, at the moment, was carnal pleasure.
He was able to get her jeans open, and he pushed them down over her hips until they fell at her feet. He leaned into her, forcing her back so she had no other option but to lie on the bed.
His breath was coming fast as his eyes feasted on her. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, and he stepped between them. She wore dark, lacy panties that matched the discarded bra. Panting, she propped herself up on her elbows. Those fucking glorious breasts rose and fell with each deep breath.
He leaned over her, fusing their lips once more. Now swollen, h
ers moved slower against his, her breath coming in short gasps. Fuck, his hand had gone rogue and slipped into her lacy panties. He stroked his fingers through the springy hair between her legs, finding her clit swollen and throbbing with the racing beat of her heart.
Darcy whimpered as his index finger circled her clitoris, one leg coming up to push against the bed, trying to get closer to his hand. He nibbled on her lower lip, loving her quick intakes of breath. He wanted another moan from her.
“Sean.”
Her voice trembled with desire. His name on her lips sounded so much better than a moan.
His fingers moved farther south to work between her inflamed folds.
Holy. Fuck.
She was wet. So very wet. He slid a long finger inside, and she jerked her hips up.
“Oh, my God,” Darcy cried.
Darcy’s arms gave out and she fell back on the bed.
He slowly plunged his finger deep inside of her before leisurely withdrawing. Her inner muscles squeezed his finger, making his dick twitch painfully in his pants. He added another finger, and her tightness was enough to make him temporarily blind with lust.
His goddamn cock was screaming, Put me in, coach! If someone asked him to count backwards from ten at that moment, there was no way in hell he could do it.
Darcy reached down, grabbed his hand, and pushed against the bed with her heel. He knew the feeling. She wanted it yet wanted to get away from it because it was just too good.
As he closed his mouth around a tight nipple, he gently placed his thumb against her clit. Darcy jerked suddenly and gasped.
Sean’s head snapped up in surprise, and he watched her orgasm roll through her. It came out of nowhere and hit her hard. Her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers, her mouth falling open in a soundless cry of pleasure.
It took all of Sean’s self-restraint not to rip off her panties and thrust his dick inside her tight body. He could smell her sweet perfume as the last waves of her orgasm shook through her.
With his free hand, he unbuttoned his pants, finally getting the zipper down to release some of the pressure on his erection. He carefully slipped his fingers from her body and slid her panties down her legs.
Her pussy glistened in invitation. His dick didn’t want to bother with the RSVP.
He leaned over her relaxed form and nipped at her lips. “Darcy. Condoms?”
He was proud that he was able to string two words together. She opened her eyes and looked at him under hooded lids. She was still far away, fighting through a post-orgasmic haze.
“Medicine cabinet. Hallway bathroom.”
He pushed off the bed and hurried out of the room to the hall bath. Once inside, he flung open the medicine cabinet.
Toothpaste, dental floss, contact solution. Fuck, where are they?
Deodorant. Tylenol. Tampons.
Ah-ha! Bingo.
Ever the opportunist, he grabbed the entire box and flung the cabinet door shut. He hurried back into the room, tearing one condom out before throwing the rest on the nightstand.
Darcy had pushed herself up against the headboard and watched him as he dropped his pants and boxer briefs. He heard her breath catch, but he didn’t stop to look up. He rolled on the condom as quickly as he could, his erection straining so stiffly he thought he might pass out from lack of blood to the brain.
He wanted her more than he thought possible. He needed to have her like he needed to breathe. It was incomprehensible, but comprehending anything at the moment was out of the question.
Condom on, he crawled over her and melded his lips with hers. She still tasted just as sweet as she had the first time he’d taken her mouth. He darted his tongue into her mouth, licking and stroking against hers. Reaching between her legs, he discovered she was still wet, like a ripe peach just waiting to be eaten.
“Jesus Christ, Darcy. You’re still soaking wet.” His words were muffled against her lips.
He couldn’t wait a second longer. He positioned himself between her legs and nestled his cock at the entrance to her body. He moved his arms on either side of her shoulders to support his weight so he wouldn’t crush her.
As he looked down at her, she was every man’s most erotic wet dream. Glowing skin, dark hair spread over a pillow. Eyes that drank him in like he was her first sip of water after wandering through the desert.
And it was Darcy. His chest heaved with desire.
One deep thrust and he was fully inside.
She cried out beneath him, and he closed his eyes at the pure exquisite sensations running up and down his cock. She had the tightest pussy he could ever have imagined. Her channel pulsed against him, her hot, slick moisture almost too much to bear. His body climbed rapidly toward that springboard that would eject him toward the heavens.
It was too soon. He wanted this incredible feeling to last forever.
Darcy whimpered and moved her hips. He squeezed his eyes tightly, trying to minimize the buildup of pleasure that was pooling in his balls.
“Shit, Darce. Don’t move.”
He needed to think of non-sexy things.
Puppies. Mom’s pot roast. Measuring tapes.
Darcy moved again below him, emitting a tight moan that had him panting to hold on to his last shred of restraint.
“Goddamn it,” he growled through clenched teeth. His orgasm was coming fast, and he didn’t know if he was gonna be able to hold it any longer.
Llamas. Ash trays. Rugby balls. Fuck, not balls!
He heard her quiet whimper of pleasure, and he lost it. He couldn’t bear to move away from her devastating snugness, so he stayed buried to the hilt as his release pulsed from him.
He groaned, shoving his face into the side of her neck. Fireworks shot off behind his eyelids. His whole body shook with a pleasure so immense that he worried he’d just had the orgasm of his life, never to be duplicated again.
Wave after wave of warmth and satisfaction rolled through his body, all the while her tight little body milked him like a deep-tissue massage.
Shit. That had been incredible.
It also had been the fastest sex of his life. Faster than any quickie he’d ever enjoyed.
He relaxed into her, his heart rate returning down to somewhere in the cardio zone. She was motionless beneath him. He breathed in the mint from her hair, and it shot straight to his brain, leaving a cool, refreshing sensation in its wake.
He chuckled against her skin, feeling his own breath bounce off of her neck. “Jesus. You were just too tight. I couldn’t…”
He let his voice trail off, embarrassed at himself for holding out less than a minute.
She tensed up around him, breathing new life into his dick. He was so sensitive from the extreme orgasm she’d coaxed out of him. She said something, but it was too quiet for him to hear with his face stuffed into the side of her neck and his body still near comatose.
“Well, that was interesting. It must have been a really long time for you,” he finally said.
“Long time? Try never.” Her voice was flat and brushed through the hair at the side of his head.
He couldn’t believe she could joke right now. He knew he hadn’t gotten her off with penetration, but she’d been as limp as a noodle after he used his hand on her.
“Yeah, right. And I’m the fucking king of England.” He laughed softly, which was all he could manage past the thick post-coitus fog that clouded his senses. “This lying habit of yours is unbecoming. First you tell me you didn’t mean what you said last night. Now you’re lying about how long it’s been since you’ve had sex.”
Darcy’s body stilled under his. “Get off me.”
He pulled out of her slowly and rolled to his side, careful not to drop all his weight onto her. Darcy’s flat voice parted the murky waters in his brain, which opened the floodgates to some alternate reality where he’d just slept with his best friend.
Confusion made room for alarm as his eyes followed the smooth curve of a milky white hip. Cold pa
nic crept into his chest as he continued down that line from her strong legs to her pink-painted toes.
His mind flailed like a skydiver without a parachute, screaming, What the fuck have I done? Meanwhile, his body demanded to take her again, but this time with her on top so he could watch her fucking perfect breasts bounce as she rode him.
Darcy reached for the comforter as Sean rolled off the bed. He stumbled toward the bathroom, turning on the light and temporarily blinding himself with the sudden change from darkness. He squinted, barely able to see. He slowly tugged the condom off his semi-erect penis and tied it before wrapping it in a tissue. When he went to toss it away, he froze.
Pink stained the tissue.
He stared at it for what seemed like an hour. Understanding hit him like a fucking semi-truck.
When she’d said never, she’d meant never.
He threw open the bathroom door. “You’re a virgin?” he yelled.
“Was,” she replied, staring at him with the comforter pulled up to her chin.
“Wh-Why didn’t you say anything?” he sputtered. “Goddamn it, Darcy. That’s an important piece of information I needed to know!”
She furrowed her brow. “Why? Are you saying you wouldn’t have fucked me if you’d known?”
Maybe. Probably not.
“I would have done things differently!”
Like not burying himself inside her from the get-go. How in the hell could she have been a virgin? She’d had him panting with need simply by kissing him. She’d made him want her almost immediately. Only a seasoned veteran could do that sort of thing, right?
Her mouth pulled into a straight line, her forehead furrowing. “It’s time for you to go.”
He shook his head, sure that she wasn’t kicking him out just minutes after he’d taken her virginity. “What?”
“I said, get out,” she replied forcefully.
“No! We need to talk about this.” He stood beside the bed, naked as the day he was born. “This is fucking important!”
“For who? You?” she asked. “Poor Sean. Sorry that virgin sex wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Now get the fuck out of my apartment!”
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