Page 43 of The Air You Breathe

“Anything?” she asked, with a raised brow.

“Anything. But I might not answer it,” I smirked.

“What about one kiss for one answer?” she asked, a little breathy.

My smirk quickly vanished as she finished her sentence. Did I hear her correctly?

“Darcy—” I said, feeling nervous that she wanted to kiss me but also the need to kiss her made me impatient. I wanted to know what her full lips felt like on mine as I swallowed a moan from her.

“I feel like it might be a good incentive,” she said, a little sheepishly.

“An incentive for who. You or me?” I said, standing just a little closer to her.

“Both.” She pulled me in a little closer until our lips were just a few inches apart. “Do you want to kiss me?”

I didn’t know what spell she had me under, but I answered quickly without thinking of the repercussions. “Yes.”

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since that day in the coffee shop and I can’t stop,” she said, pulling me forward until our lips met.

It was soft and unsure at first. I grabbed the back of her neck, licked the seam of her lips until she opened for me, and I deepened the kiss. She sighed, brushing her tongue against mine while she looped her arms around my neck, bringing our upper bodies flush.

Kissing Darcy was like taking a breath after being underwater for too long. I didn't know how much I needed it, how much I craved it until her lips touched mine. It was frantic, desperate and opened the floodgates for all the naughty things I had been thinking about doing to her.

Darcy dragged her hand down my chest, hooking her fingers in my belt pulling me forward until I was nestled in the warmth between her legs. I shuddered at the need to thrust against her, so she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Darcy,” I groaned, kissing down the column of her neck.

She whimpered when I sucked on her neck by her pulse, pulling her hair back to give me better access as she ran her hand up my shirt. I shivered picturing her hands, clawing at my back as I fucked her senseless.

“Darcy, tell me to stop.” I kissed back up her neck.

“What why?” She ran her nails down my chest and abs before she slid her hand to my ass and gave it a squeeze, making me roll my hips against hers. That was the response she wanted, when she squeezed my ass again.

“Darcy, we shouldn’t,” I said, as I kissed her jaw, capturing her lips again. My brain wanted to stop but my body had no plans to.

“It feels so good.” She moaned, when I cupped one of her tits and rubbed a thumb across her already hard nipple.

“Darcy, tell me to stop,” I pleaded, as she kissed my jaw, rolling her hip against my already hard cock, making me impossibly harder.

“No.” She nipped at my ear, running her hands over my short hair.

My resolve was running thin, but I didn’t want this to be just a hook-up because she was feeling confused and mad about her situation. I knew I shouldn’t, but with Darcy I wanted something more than a one-night stand or to be the distraction she needed. It was getting old, always being the person that women got lost in but not the person they stayed with.

Fuck, this was a bad idea!

“Darcy—”

Her phone started to vibrate on the counter. She quickly took a glance at it, stilling when she saw the name. She pushed me away as she quickly grabbed the phone to answer it.

“Jane,” she said with so much emotion in her voice, looking up at me as I took a step away from her.

“No, no, no, don’t you dare say that,” Darcy responded, getting up from the chair, giving me an apologetic look before walking to her room.

Once her door shut, I exhaled sharply, setting my hands on the counter and leaning over to take a deep breath and slow my erratic heart rate. I was horny as fuck but also felt guilty as shit.

Being in this cabin with her was not going to be easy and I didn’t know if I could keep my hands to myself anymore. Just a taste of Darcy had my brain going into overdrive with all the things I wanted to do to her, but I also didn’t want to be that guy who she lost herself in. I wanted more.

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