Page 67 of Take Me Home

“I love tonight,” I said, scooting closer to her.

“Bambi, huh? I thought I heard you call me that when we snuggled, but I thought maybe I was just hallucinating.”

“Busted,” I laughed. “I thought you were asleep already.”

“Nope. That was one of my first inklings that you liked me.” Her voice lowered. “So what happens next to your Bambi? You kill me? Eat my delicious meat? Stuff me and put me on your wall?”

I coughed out a shocked laugh. Another side of Darcy to enjoy: Sex Kitten Darcy. “Something like those latter things. You’ll find out soon enough, little deer.” My mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. All the things I wanted to do to her flashed through my mind as I gazed into those deep brown eyes.

“Why don’t you show me?” she dared.

I took a shallow breath.Here we go, Jake. Time to shine.I patted my thighs. “Get on over here and I will.”

Like a switch flipped, our conversation was over. Darcy straddled me, throwing her knees wide. Her eyes glowed with want as she cradled my face in her hands. I gripped her waist as her mouth found mine, ravenously tearing at each other like the world was ending. It felt like a teenage date to be making out in a truck, but this wasn’t mere teenage lust. I was magnetized to Darcy, wanting to become a part of her, to somehow meld together into one person. Close wasn’t close enough.

The air in the truck was humid and steamy, giving her skin a dewy quality. Despite the heat, goosebumps punctuated her skin to accompany her occasional shivers.

I tugged at her hair to reveal that spot under her ear and behind her jaw. “I’ve wanted to kiss you here for so long,” I whispered, skimming my lips over that tender space. “Since I held you in your bed. It’s been driving me crazy.”

Darcy sighed, turning her head to give me better access to that spot. I pulled away when I’d had my fill, supporting her upper back with one hand and putting the other across the back of her neck. I drizzled lazy, featherlight kisses down her neck, over her collarbones, and across the tops of her breasts that her dress so cautiously displayed. Darcy threw her head back, drinking up the touches from my lips and tongue. I blew on the places I’d licked, giving her a cold blast that made her nipples stand at attention.

I was a goner. I pulled her close, overcome with desire.

“Darcy,” I breathed into the space where her neck met her shoulder. “You’re so fucking sexy. I want to be all over you.”

“Don’t stop,” she sighed. “Touch me. Touch me anywhere.”

Didn’t have to tell me twice. My mouth worked her neck while my hands ran a course over her body, from her sides, up her back, clutching her ribs and grazing those perky nipples with my thumbs, and back down to her ass. Her ass that I’d spent a fair amount of time imagining how it might feel in my hands. She moaned as I molded it through her dress, rolling her hips against my erection in my jeans. We pressed our foreheads together, eyes locked. We panted as we rocked our hips in a rhythm.

“Fuck, Darcy. I want you so bad,” I groaned, snaking my hands under the dress to get a handful of her surprisingly bare bottom. My fingers found a small amount of lace, so she wasn’t entirely commando.

“What happened to those little shorts you wore in the bar, little deer?”

She smirked and leaned into my ear. “Bottom of my purse.”

Oh, fuck.

I let out a low chuckle. “Those big, innocent brown eyes aren’t so innocent, are they, Bambi? I knew you had a devious streak in you.”

“Guess you’d better make it worth my while,” Darcy said, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “I don’t do that for just anyone.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. I squeezed her ass so hard she stifled a moan into my shoulder. “Is this a good start?”

“Mmmhmm,” she breathed.

“How about this?” I ran a finger down the crotch of her thong, finding it absolutely drenched. “You’re already so wet for me, baby. Will you let me make you feel good?”

“Be my guest,” she grinned. I skated my knuckle over her clit, her gasp of surprise feeling like the greatest reward I could ever get. She gripped my shoulder tight as I kneaded her tender flesh through her panties, her soft whimpers filling the air. I pulled her close to me with my free hand, leaning into her ear and using my low, slow voice that I reserved for times like these.

“You see, little deer, you’ve been keeping me up at night, thinking about you. And what I’ve been dying to know is if you’ll still have that adorable, sexy accent when I make you come.”

A delicious moan fell from Darcy’s throat as she reacted to my statement.

“What did you stay up thinking about?” she breathed, my hand still working her gently under her dress. I should have known that words were something she needed. It seemed she was into my dirty talk, which was good because I love giving it.

“Those big bedroom eyes and those little jean shorts you wear. The way you stared at me when I had my shirt off in your room, like you couldn’t wait to strip off the rest of my clothes. How right you felt in my arms in your bed. Your little shivers. How much I want to worship this body of yours. And of course, you on top of me in the barn grinding this greedy little pussy on me,” I said, dragging it out slowly. Her hips moved slightly in time with my fingers, increasing the friction. “Have you been thinking about me, Bambi?”

“God yes,” she stuttered out. I watched her eyes, warring elements of pleasure and nerves passing over them. I backed off from my aggressive approach, knowing that even if Sex Kitten Darcy was there in the present, Anxious Darcy was still in there, too. I wanted my touch to show her that I could be what she needed, that I could be trusted with her body and her heart. That I could be the giver and recipient of her love. She must have felt that sentiment because she started to let her body go, grinding against my hand.

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