Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
When we could have been doing this.
How stupid am I?
I lift my startled gaze to find her propped up on her elbows, staring back down at me with wonder in her pale eyes. Like she can’t believe this is real, either.
Focus, Tremaine. I grip the panties in both hands and tug them off her body, tossing them aside. “Lose the bra,” I rasp, scrambling to my feet and undoing my belt, too. I shove my shorts and boxers off my body in one quick motion.
The low sound of thunder rumbles outside the building as I face her again, wearing nothing but a very ambitious erection. It might as well wear a billboard advertising how desperate I am for her.
But I’m not ashamed. Not tonight. I’ve already spent too much energy trying to stay in control of my life. Tonight will be different. Raw and real. No strategy, no game plan, just pure instinct.
“Eric,” she whispers, staring up at me. “Come here.”
As if I could resist. I sit on the ottoman and lift her onto my lap, so she can straddle me. Then we’re enmeshed again, our kisses as deep as a midnight dream. Skin to skin, both of us with questing hands. The only sounds are our heavy breathing, the occasional click of teeth, and the first raindrops hitting the windows.
With my tongue in her mouth, I slide a hand down her ass and between her legs, and we both moan at how wet she is. “Need you,” I rumble into her mouth, knowing this is all happening very fast.
Darcy’s energy matches mine, though, beat for beat. There’s a crack of thunder, and our kiss deepens again. Like we both know we shouldn’t slow down and think this through. It’s rare and perfect just like this.
“I need…” I say, but then I kiss her again before I can speak the word condom, even as it dawns on me that I didn’t pack any. And now we have a problem. A big, hard problem.
“The basket,” she pants.
We break apart. “What?”
She dives off my lap and pounces on the stupid gift basket we ransacked earlier. She shakes it upside down and then sifts through the tchotchkes and souvenirs before her hand closes on something small and round. “I knew it. Condoms inside a fancy gold… thing.”
Holy hell. “I take back every negative thing I ever said about the Wedding Experience.”
Chapter 25
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.