After Darcy read it, he handed it to Brandon. “Can’t anyone else send it?”
“No. If they decide to follow up, they need to contact me.”
“We’ll tell Dot what we’re doing,” Brandon said. “She’s as involved in this as we are.”
Having the police aware of the circumstances was comforting. “So do I send it?”
Amy squeezed Brandon’s hand and nodded. Brandon and Darcy exchanged a glance, and Darcy huffed. “All right. But you need to keep alert.”
She smiled at him. “I’m either with Mum or I’m at the pony club. It will be fine.”
Amy pushed back her chair. “Thanks for your help, Faith.” She placed a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “You’ll discover farmers are early to bed, early to rise, and we’re off to bed.”
Brandon glanced up at her as if surprised and then stood. “Yeah, of course.”
It wasn’t subtle, but soon she was alone with Darcy and nerves tickled her belly. She gathered the empty mugs and took them to the sink to wash. Darcy dried them and then asked, “Do you still want to stay the night? I can make up the bed in Ed’s old room if you don’t want to stay in mine.”
Such a gentleman. She couldn’t resist him. Sliding her hands around his waist, she pulled him close, the memory of their kiss at the front of her mind. “I’d very much like to stay in yours.” She kissed him, giving him no room to misinterpret what she wanted. His hands squeezed her butt, pressing her up against his erection.
“Good,” he murmured, taking her hand and leading her down a corridor. She paid little attention to the rooms they passed, but she heard the sound of a shower down the opposite end of the house. He flicked on a light and pulled her into his bedroom.
Masculine and minimalist. A navy-blue bedspread and matching pillows covered the queen-sized bed. No clothes on the floor, but a shirt lay over a jarrah tallboy and a bunch of childish drawings had been framed and hung on the wall.
That was all Faith took in before Darcy shut the door and pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. “I want you so much it hurts.”
The admission sent a shot of lust through her. “I’ve been fantasising about you since the first time we met.” She slipped her hands under his T-shirt and pushed it towards his neck. He stepped away to shed it and then he stood there in all his naked man chest glory. She hummed in appreciation, running her hands over his firm pecs.
The zip at the back of her dress crackled as he slid it down and then pushed the straps off her shoulders. She stepped out of it, toeing out of her sandals, pleased she’d opted for her matching white bra and pantie set tonight.
“You’re so beautiful, Faith.” Before gathering her into his arms again, he took off his shoes. Then he cupped her face in his hands as if she was precious and kissed her.
She was drowning in sensation. The warmth travelled through her body, setting her on fire. She hooked one leg around his waist to drag him closer. She wanted to consume him.
The buckle of his belt pressed into her and she shifted, slipping her hands between them to unbuckle it and his black jeans. Her bra loosened as his hands swept across her back, and then he bent to take one breast into his mouth.
Her head fell back. “Yes, Darcy.”
He shifted her around, backing her towards the bed, pressing kisses against her neck. When her legs hit the edge, she scrambled on to it and he stripped off his jeans and underwear.
Holy moly. The naked Darcy was more than she’d ever imagined. Firm lean muscles and a cock which stood to attention, capturing her gaze. She slipped her hand around it and took him into her mouth. His swear words sounded more like a prayer of thanks. She smiled as she licked him, liking his fresh musky taste.
With a groan, Darcy pulled away and then pushed her back onto the bed. “My turn.”
His wicked grin flipped her heart. He lowered to his knees and ran his hands over her thighs, caressing and then following the touch with a path of kisses, slowly getting closer to her core. She squirmed, wanting him to hurry and not wanting him to stop.
Finally his lips brushed her clitoris, and she moaned.
“Did I hit the right spot?” Darcy asked, a picture of devilish innocence.
“Yes. More.”
He responded, giving her the attention she craved as her arousal built. “Darcy, please. I need you inside me.”
He gave one last lick which almost sent her over the edge then took a condom out of a drawer and slid it on. He covered her body with his, kissing her until she forgot her name. Then he slid inside her with a sigh. “Faith.”
She clung to him as he thrust, shifting a little so he rubbed the right place. Their movements sped until her orgasm shattered over her and he called her name again in release.
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