Page 69 of Heart Over Heels

It was hard to pin down an answer. Sometimes it was the clothes, sometimes the pose, sometimes the lighting. Darby wasnot fully man or woman, but he was always exactly what he wanted to be—a beautiful body with a clever brain.

Apparently, I hesitated too long because he filled the silence for me.

“How about this. You like me, don’t you, Mercy?”

“Yes,” I said.

His smile spread. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes,” I admitted again, a little hoarse.

“Which parts?”

My tongue darted across my lips as my eyes roamed over him.

Where the hell was I supposed to start?

Before I could choke on it, he caught my hand and guided it in. “Show me. Like this.” He pressed my palm to his chest, right between the faint bumps of his pierced nipples, visible through the thin denim of his dress.

I let my hand rest there, marveling at the thud of his pulse beneath my palm.

How could he be so calm when my heart was hammering?

I swallowed, trying to keep steady as I moved toward his face. White strands of hair slipped between my fingers, soft as I curled them around his ear. Then my thumb trailed down, brushing across his cheek and catching on his bottom lip.

His eyes burned into me as I traced down the side of his throat with my knuckles, feeling the flutter of his swallow. Then I traveled lower, skimming across his chest.

His dress rose and fell with every breath as I took in the shape of him. My hand slid over the plane of his stomach to the curve of his hip. It fit into my palm too well, and the feeling made my cock jump against the seam of my jeans.

Darby caught me looking, caught me wanting, and his mouth curved into a wicked smile. He plucked the forgotten s’mores plate off my lap, grabbed his own, then lurched forward todeposit them both on the coffee table. When he spun back empty-handed, I hardly had time to register the intent in his eyes before he climbed into my lap.

The hem of his dress rode up indecently high as he straddled me with his smooth brown thighs bracketing my hips. His weight settled, and his heat sank straight through to my steadily growing erection.

Without a word, he caught my wrists and guided them around him then pressed both my palms to his ass. The bunched fabric filled my fists while my fingers stretched to the bare skin beneath.

Darby shifted and then rocked against me. His voice was a husky purr against the thunder in my ears.

“I’ve already had my legs around you, Mercy, but it feels different facing you.” His orange eyes gleamed as he rocked again. “Feels a little…more.”

A groan slipped between my bitten lips.

I’d seen him give lap dances like this—watched other men with an envy I never dared confess. But now it was my turn. His gaze locked onto me, his body caged mine, and his smile turned sharp as he bore down harder, pulling another helpless sound from my throat.

This one took the shape of his name.

Immediately, his sense of mischief melted into something far more sincere.

“Yeah, baby,” he coaxed. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

My chest heaved, but my tongue was stuck. Words were impossible with his thighs gripping me and his hands braced on my shoulders.

How could someone so small be so all-consuming?

I gave up trying to speak and instead hauled him close to crush my mouth to his.

He hummed happily, and I opened to invite him in. His tongue slid against mine, pulling me deeper until I was dizzy.

All the while he moved on me, hips rocking and sparking delicious friction along the length of my cock. I groaned into his mouth, fingers clutching at his ass, urging him nearer despite the fact that he was already pressed tight against me.