“Every day,” I admit, and it’s true.
Her stare is relentless. “Since when?”
I pop my jaw forward, trying to maintain my composure. “Since the night we danced in the kitchen.”
She smirks. “Knew it. I ordered that vibrator the next morning.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “We’re not going to make it home at this rate.”
Darcy grins and goes up on her toes to grab the top of my hat. She lifts it and places it on top of her own head, smoothing my hair with her fingers. She tucks her lower lip into her teeth and giggles as I adjust it on her head.
“That mean you’re driving the truck home?” I ask.
“Drive the truck. Muck the stalls. Ride the cowboy. I’ll do any of them if you’re going to be there.”
My fingers slip into her hair when I take her mouth, her hand locking behind my neck while the other rests on my heart. She smiles against my lips and that sweet little detail has me wanting to lock her down for life, no matter what it takes to make that happen. Her breasts press below my pecs, her body’s heat setting off a wave of her soft perfume.
I break away from her but stay close, our breaths mingling. Her eyes are still closed, and I look down on perhaps the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen: Darcy surrendering to me.
“Come back,” she whispers, her dazed eyes popping open to find mine.
“So bossy,” I tease.
And that’s when we really go for it. I step my legs wider and back into the wall behind me, letting Darcy lean into me. She laps at my lips and when I dive back for her, my hat teeters on her head. I take it off and hold it against her lower back so I can focus on kissing her.
She’s a mountain spring. Those tiny clouds over the trees in the morning. The dark before the dawn and the first rays making light of the sky. Earthy and ethereal, wild and, most importantly for this moment, mine.
I don’t realize I’m getting carried away until a cheer erupts when I clutch her hip bone and grind myself against her. Darcy pulls away with a giggle.
“Take me home, cowboy.”
I nod, but don’t let her out of my grasp. “I might need you to stand here for a second.” My gaze flicks between us to my tented jeans.
Darcy’s fingers slip into my belt loops as I put the hat back on her. “Did I get you all riled up?”
“Only the beginning,” I chuckle. “But stop touching around it or I’m unzipping right here, putting you on your knees, and showing you what it really means to have a daddy.”
She laughs and spins, leaning her backside into me.
I lower my lips to her ear. “You’re asking for it, darlin’.”
She shoves the hat over my crotch. “I’m going to say goodnight to everybody and get my purse. Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
DARCY
“I should probably getin the truck.”
My boot is hitched up on Jake’s running board and he has me pinned against his truck. His fingers wrap around my waist with his thumbs stroking the underside of my breasts.
Jake’s hazel eyes have gone hazy as he gazes down into mine. “Probably.” He lowers his face so his mouth hovers right in front of mine. “But I’d rather do this.”
I moan into the kiss, the politeness from the Legion dancefloor long gone. Jake’s taking what he wants, and I’m ready to give it.
Because it’s what I want too.
I hook a leg around his hips and his hand drifts up my thigh, fingertips clawing at my flesh.
