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Looking up at me with hooded eyes, he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, slung one of my legs over his shoulder, and knelt before me.

With a moan, holding my hips, he sank his face into me. Breathing me in, he blew warm air on my skin, sending my pulse skittering. My hips bucked and my toes curled. His tongue flat, he lapped at me, first flicking his tongue subtly, then hard, sucking, his wet tongue twisting. On and on, until the pleasure was excruciating, until I couldn’t bear it.

The build was tense and sweet, and I was hovering, about to tip over the edge, about to fall. Insistent swirling sensations rose and rose until they burst in a rush, hot waves crashing through every nerve ending.

“Darcy,” I groaned out. “Oh God.”

When my muscles relaxed, I pulled him back up my body. I could smell the musk on his skin, taste myself on his lips, and the connection sealed us closer.

I teased the hair at the nape of his neck and felt him shiver. My whole world narrowed to his touch, his fingertips teasing their way over my skin, his hardness against me, desperate for friction. He skated his fingers down my back, making me arch like a provoked cat. I’d never felt this heat, this need, before, my emotions driving every second. I felt freer with Darcy than with anyone in my life. We’d told our darkest secrets this week, and I was sure we had more to say, but not now.

His gorgeous body and face hovering over me overwhelmed me with a desire I’d never felt. But this wasn’t infatuation, where I was blinded to his faults. I knew him now. He’d bared himself to me. I’d laid myself open to him, and now, exposed and raw, I felt bound to him body and soul.

I ached to say,I know you, and you are the man I want. I love you, I love you, I love you.

But it was too soon.

Instead, I showed how much he’d unraveled me. I wrapped my legs around his back and made a strangled sound. “I need you. Now.”

CHAPTER 40

Darcy

“Idon’t want you to be gentle. I want to feel your power. I want to feel you lose it,” Lizzy said. “Because that is what’s happening to me.”

It was the last thing I expected to hear, and her words sent my pulse pounding to every corner of my body. I loved that she didn’t want to hold herself back around me, and she didn’t want me to either. I’d exposed myself to her, talked about feelings I didn’t know I’d suppressed, and she to me. I wanted to try to be the man she could rely on. She’d become so important to me, and our connection consumed my mind and emotions and every inch of my body. The past week, I’d had to bury my urges and turmoil and still my lust for her.

No more.

I pulled myself onto my elbows and looked down at her properly. “Okay, I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not going to take this slowly. I want to take you, possess you, and call you mine. I don’t want to think anymore. About anything but you.”

“I want all that too,” she said, tightening her fingers in my hair. “Do you have protection?”

“Yes.” I reached over and got a condom from the top drawer of my side table. “Put these in here before dinner. I was hoping,”I said bashfully. I glanced at her as I rolled it on. I loved that she was watching me.

“I’m glad you did,” she said as she climbed on the bed closer to me.

“Are you ready?” I asked, barely holding on to my own control.

She touched my face with a loving look in her eyes. “I’m ready.”

Lost in this woman, I hovered over her, my skin electric and sensitive as we met. I glided into her.

I groaned. “Oh God, Lizzy, you feel so good.”

“You feel so good too,” she said.

Our eyes were so close, I could feel the sweep of her lashes.

I see you, my heart said.See me.

I see you, her eyes repeated.

She lifted her hips, her eyes glazed with emotion, and her feelings for me spurred me on. My kisses went untamed, my tongue hot and probing, echoing what was happening between us.

My hands that I’d slowed were now roving wildly, grabbing her arse and thighs, pulling her legs higher over my hips. She cried out with need, and sensation overwhelmed me. I whispered into her ear. Words intense and dirty and messy, words I’d never spoken to anyone but rolled freely out of me now, because this was Lizzy, and I felt so open with her.

I thrust into her again and again, and she bucked and met my every stroke with as much wildness as I felt.