Page 153 of Rising Heat

My hand slides up to her jaw, my thumb dragging slowly along the soft line of it as I hold her where I want her. When I lower my mouth to hers, she’s kissing me back before our lips are even fully together, melting into me like she’s been waiting for it all night too.

The kiss is rough and only gets more desperate by the second, every inch of her meeting me with enough urgency to strip away whatever patience I’d managed to hold onto all night.

Her hands fist in the front of my shirt, dragging me flush against her until there’s no space left between us, and the sound she makes against my mouth damn near finishes me before we’ve even started.

I grip her waist lifting her onto the island in one slick move and step between her knees before she’s even fully sat. Her giggle dissolves into a hard breath as I grind my heavy cock into her, taking every last bit of strength not to sink into her right here on the cold quartz.

Her hands find the back of my neck, pulling me down as our tongues swirl and we claw at each other like we can’t seem to get close enough.

“Clothes. Now.”

She peels off her cotton tee first, then her bra, taking her sweet ass time with both before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly shimmying them down her legs leaving her clad in nothing but a pink lacy thong.

Christ, she’s gonna be the death of me.

“You trying to get a rise out of me?”

One shoulder lifts.

“Is it working?”

I let my eyes drag over her, taking my time to enjoy the view before I meet hers again.

“You really gotta ask?”

Her smile widens.

“Just making sure.”

I shake my head, already stepping back into her.

“Careful, Darcy.”

“Or what?”

She pulls that full bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’re about to find out.”

Her smile widens at that, eyes dancing with heat and forcing me to bite back my own grin.

“Lean back and open wide for daddy.”

Her breath catches.

Never looking away, she leans back on her elbows, her tits swelling forward as she opens herself to me.

I take her in as I nestle myself between her dangling legs, ghosting my palms over her smooth flesh before stopping on her hips. I run the bridge of my nose along her inner thigh, catching a whiff of her Marc Jacobs perfume, something softer underneath that’s just Darcy before I sink my teeth into her thigh.

Her head falls back on a sharp breath.

“When I’m done with you, everyone will know whose pussy this is.”

Soft exhales fall from her lips as I bunch her thong to the side, running my nose along her clit with a low, satisfied sound.

“You’re stunning, Darcy. You know that?”

“Oh.”