Page 50 of Going All In

Chapter 10

What was shedoing? Inviting him into her apartment where they weren’t putting on a show for anyone? But he’d spent most of dinner driving her to the brink of insanity with all those touches and kisses, and good god, how was she supposed to ignore them when all she wanted to do was climb into his lap?

It looked sturdy and inviting. And, well, shit.

What would be great is if Ally could walk through the door right now, and then she could send Jake on his way before she tested out just how sturdy his lap was.

She grabbed two bottles of beer, pale ale for him and porter for her, and headed back into the living room, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

Why couldn’t he have picked the chair instead?

He took the bottle from her, his fingers brushing against hers, and she pushed down the heat in her belly.

She clinked her bottle against his. “Here’s to another successful night,” she said, then took a healthy swallow of her beer.

“You keep my favorite beer in your fridge?” he asked.

“Um. Yeah. You know, for show.” She took another sip from her bottle.

“How many people are raiding your fridge to see if you have your boyfriend’s beer?” He quirked a brow as he took a long pull from his bottle.

“I’m just trying to be authentic.”

He set his bottle down on the table and leaned into her. “You know I’m teasing you.”

Her mouth paused over the top of the cold glass, her heavy breath whistling over the bottle. It rattled in her head and she lowered the bottle, her lips parting.

He was so damn close, and she struggled to breathe or gather her wits or do anything but freeze and hope he made a move already.

He took the bottle from her hand and set it on the coffee table.

“Darcy,” he said.

“Yes.” Damn, that sounded breathy.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

Her laugh was soft. “You have been kissing me all night.”

“That was for show.”

“Uh-huh.” She leaned closer—if that was possible.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Stop talking,” she said, and she closed the gap, sealing her lips against his. She’d waited for him to make the first move, but dammit, he took too long.

His groan vibrated against her mouth, and she inched closer, her body seeking his warmth. He deepened the kiss, cupping her jaw with one hand while the other snaked around her waist, pulling her until she was pressed against him, her breasts smashed against his perfect broad chest.

Her palms flattened against his chest, his heart racing beneath her hand. She curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, willing herself to slow down and not rip his shirt off of him. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as she ached for him.

His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, her tongue darting out to taste him. He swallowed her moan and pulled her into his lap, his hard cock pressed against her thigh. She shifted and straddled his waist.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered through the kiss when she rocked her hips, his cock so close to where she wanted it most. Stupid multiple layers of clothes.

Her hands moved to his hair, sinking into the soft strands, holding his face to hers as his kiss wiped all logical thought from her brain.

The faint echo of we shouldn’t be doing this vanished with every brush of his tongue against hers.

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