Page 65 of Going All In

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat.

He bolted around the front of the car, and within seconds, they were pulling out into traffic as her laughter filled the space.

“What’s so funny?”

“Are we really going to do this?” Her voice was husky, and he couldn’t wait to get her on his bed. Or the couch. Or against the wall next to the front door.

The possibilities were endless.

“Not if you don’t want to. It’s probably not the responsible thing to do.”

Shut up. Shut up.

“Wow, you’re talking to me about being responsible?”

“I have my moments. Right now, I wish they would shut the hell up. So are we renegotiating our terms?”

“I’m in, if you are.”

“I’m definitely in,” he said.

“I can see that.” She brushed her hand over his zipper, then palmed his hard cock and gave him a squeeze.

Fucking hell. He groaned at her touch. He never knew she had it in her, but he couldn’t wait to explore this side of Darcy.

He gripped her hand and put it back in her lap before he got in an accident. “Keep those beautiful hands to yourself until we’re at my place.”

Her chuckle was throaty, and his gut tightened.

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Within thirty minutes—thirtypainstakingly frustrating minutes—they were finally inside his condo, and he pressed her against the wall next to the front door.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“One hundred and fifty percent,” she said, finishing on a gasp when he sealed his lips to hers. Her hands skated up his shirt and she deftly popped open every button.

Then her fingers were on his naked chest. They hadn’t gotten this far on her couch last time and he tried to focus on kissing her, but all he could think about was how fast they could strip each other so he could sink inside her.

Her tongue swiped against his lips, and he opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to tangle with hers. He tilted his head, getting a better angle as they consumed each other, her fingers scraping along his chest, his hands anchored at her waist, holding her against him.

Fucking hell, she felt amazing in his arms, her breasts pushed against his chest.

He kissed along her jaw, his tongue tracing the bend where her neck and shoulder met.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, angling her head to the side in encouragement. Her hands left his chest to sink into his hair, holding him against her.

Her nails felt so damn good against his scalp. He kissed along her jaw before capturing her lips again, swallowing her soft sigh.

Then she gasped when he reached down and cupped her ass.

“Put your legs around me,” he said between kisses.

She immediately acquiesced, and then he was striding down the hall toward his bedroom. His hard cock rubbed against the spot that he wanted to sink into more than take his next breath. They were both on the same page, and he was going to take full advantage of it. No more waiting to have her.

He lowered her to the bed, following her down on the mattress, and reached up to turn on the bedside lamp. He wanted to see exactly what he was doing, to stare at every inch of skin he revealed. To watch her face as he drove her out of her mind.

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