slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head. He pressed a kiss on her neck and gripped the silk of her panties and moved them down her legs. His hands trailed back up her body, igniting little fires under her skin, and settled on her breasts. Watching him in the mirror, Darcy was mesmerized. His hands were beautiful, and seeing them caress her so tenderly and feeling what that caress was doing was seriously hot. He pressed his hips against her and she could feel him hard and ready. She wanted him naked and as if he could read her thoughts, he took a step back. She started to turn to help him undress, but his soft command stopped her.
“I want you to watch.”
He stepped to the side so he was fully visible to her in the mirror and started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, until he pulled the cotton down his arms. His tee hugged his chiseled chest and his muscled arms bunched when he reached for the back of it and yanked it forward over his head. Darcy’s heart was pounding in time with the throbbing between her legs. His fingers moved to his trousers and she bit her lip watching him slowly move the zipper down over the hard ridge that was tenting his pants in the front. His briefs came off with his trousers and Darcy moaned because the man was gorgeous. He moved his hand down his body to wrap it around his very impressive erection, and then he slid his palm up the length. The head disappeared in his big hand only to reappear a moment later when he slid his hand back down that hard shaft. Darcy squeezed her thighs together because watching him was making her ache so badly it hurt.
She watched as he pleasured himself, but his eyes were on her, moving from her breasts to between her legs. His hand moved faster and his hips jerked in response. She wanted to watch him bring himself to orgasm and then she wanted to pull him into her mouth so she could taste the evidence of his desire. He stopped suddenly and stepped closer, capturing her breasts in his hands again.
“Bend forward and spread your legs.”
He moved his feet to the inside of hers, spreading her open even farther before he positioned himself exactly where she wanted him to be. Their eyes were locked in the mirror when he slowly pushed into her. Darcy braced herself on the counter and tilted her ass back to take all of him and felt his heavy sac pressed up against her when he was fully inside her.
He held himself completely still for a moment and then his hips shifted, drawing another moan from her. She watched as one of his hands moved down her body, getting lost in the curls between her legs so that he could stroke and thrust in time. She wanted to close her eyes and savor being so thoroughly ravished, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he brought her to climax. She had never watched herself have sex, but she seriously loved the show.
His mouth moved to her neck, sucking hard, and she called out his name as she came. His face froze a second later and pleasure rippled over his expression. The orgasm was still tingling her nerves when he lifted her into his arms and started toward the bed.
“You’re right. I needed that,” she said breathlessly.
“You and me both.” He dropped her on the bed. “But I still need more.”
Lucien stopped his car in front of the Pyramid club, but he was wound so tightly, even after exhausting himself with Darcy the night before, that he thought he might just take off. Last night, Nick had not been interested in talking until he and Trace had worked him over. He hadn’t given much up, but he did throw around a name meant to intimidate. But it had the exact opposite effect on Lucien.
Lucien knew who Nick worked for, but he still didn’t know why he had been interested in Darcy and him when they were younger. They were here to find out.
Lucien glanced at Trace, who was even more quiet than normal. He didn’t know if it was because of what had happened last night with Ember or if it was something more, so he asked, “Everything all right?”
There was definitely something going on with him, but he wasn’t one to share.