Page 141 of Choosing Forever
“Love looking up at you,” he whispers, pushing my hair back when it drapes between us. “You’re so beautiful.”
I hold him too tight, like I’m scared he’s going to turn into smoke and slip through my fingers. “Make love to me, Darren.”
He groans, eyes squeezing shut. When they flash open, I’m being flipped onto my back, gasping.
“You don’t know what it does to me when you say things like that.”
“So tell me,” I plead.
Crawling up the bed, I watch him follow, caging me beneath him. It’s a prison I could live with never escaping from.
Grabbing my thigh, Darren lowers his groin to meet mine.The hard ridge of his erection rolls over my core with a shift of his hips. Stars decorate my vision.
“You can feel what it does, Elle. Whatyoudo to me.”
I bring my other leg to curl around his waist, opening myself up to him. My skirt isn’t long, and I know he’s been looking at my legs all night. Now, he has all the time in the world to do far more than that.
“Darren,” I whisper, my gaze seeking his. Brown eyes focus on me, waiting. “Touch me.”
There’s a rumble in his chest when he brings his fingers to the pebbled skin beneath my skirt. Each glide of his fingers makes me shake, growing more desperate by the time he strokes the edge of my panties.
My mind shuts down, leaving me with nothing but white noise in my ears.
“I need them off. On the floor and out of my way,” he rasps, in warning or as a promise, I’m not sure.
I jerk my head in a nod and keep still as he peels them off me, not noting their dampness until they’re bunched in his hands. His throat jumps with a swallow as he drags his thumb over the wet spot in the silk.
“This is for me, Delaney.”
“My panties?”
He slips them into his jeans before stepping off the bed. Fingers pulling at the button of his jeans, he says, “Those, but also the sweet pussy they were hiding.”
I stop breathing, a deep, all-consuming shudder rolling through me.
He shucks out of his jeans and stands at the edge of the bed in a shirt and very thin, very tight briefs. The full outline of his erection is exposed, thick and proud. I clench between my partially spread legs and lean up on my elbows.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have another early exit, baby,” he warns lowly.
I can’t help it. “You’re . . . bigger than you were.”
“No, Elle. You’ve just forgotten.”
Fuck. I can’t wait any longer to get out of my top, the sensation of my bra digging into my skin too much right now. Darren watches in silence as I pull my top off and work on my bra, my heaving chest snaring his gaze.
Finally, I get it unhooked and let the cups slide, my breasts falling free of them. His jaw tightens, the tension in his muscles growing as he drops a hand to his groin and grabs his cock, massaging it.
“Come back . . .” I whisper.
He grips his erection harder. “Say it again.”
“Come back to bed with me, Darren. I want you.”
Releasing himself, he whips his shirt off and crawls up the bed. I spread my legs wider, still covered by my skirt but unable to care as he hovers his body over mine and kisses me. The slow pace is gone, replaced by one of fury. Of pain and pleasure and an endless ache that I feel echoed in myself.
I run my hands over his body, up his back and chest, exploring the new areas that I’ve missed out on touching all these years. The cool burn of his chain against my chest makes me moan, my hips jerking up to where he waits, bare and hard.
“Shit,” he hisses, slowing when he slides through my sex, parting me. “So wet, baby. Jesus.”
