on her skin as her panties followed her jeans. As soon as she stepped out of them, he looked up at her with fire in his eyes.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Nerves, lust, and love made her feel edgy, so she braced herself on his bare shoulders and did as he asked.
He was gentle; his finger moved through the curls between her legs, opening her and finding her aching pulse. He ran his finger over her, back and forth, his eyes hungry again, and then he leaned into her and touched her with his tongue. Her knees gave out, but his arms were strong as he gently lowered her to the floor in front of him, spreading her legs wide, and touched her again. He watched her face as he moved his finger over the nub, her hips moving in time to his stroking. When he lowered his head, she held her breath, and then his mouth replaced his fingers. He licked her, teasing before moving through her folds to her center. She wasn’t prepared for his tongue to push into her and she cried out while her hips lifted and her thighs tightened to hold him there.
She thought she was going to splinter apart from all the emotions that were coursing through her. And then he stopped and stood, and she was fascinated by the large bulge between his legs. Fascination turned into a touch of fear when he pulled his jeans off and she saw him thick and hard. He settled between her legs, his mouth covering hers as he kissed her almost reverently. He moved to her ear, his tongue tracing the curve of her lobe, dipping in and causing chills, before moving lower and taking her breast into his mouth again. She felt him, right where his tongue had been; he moved, rubbing himself against her until she almost begged. His head lifted and his eyes stayed on hers as he slowly pushed into her. She tensed at the intrusion, her body almost rejecting him, and then she felt a sharp pain, but he continued to move until he was fully inside her. Her legs were shaking, her heart pounding, but he held himself very still so she could adjust to him. And then his mouth found her breast and suddenly she wanted to feel him move, wanted him to push harder and deeper. She lifted her hips, and that was all he needed as he slowly moved in and out with his hips. Feeling him between her legs, moving with such care, made her ache again until she was nearly mindless with the need to reach whatever it was they were working toward. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her mouth sought his, and she kissed him hungrily. He moved faster, reached deeper, and for a moment she thought she was on some precipice as her stomach tightened and her entire body seemed to freeze—and then she shattered, the force of the orgasm ripping a scream from her throat.
He continued to move, prolonging the exquisite sensation, and then he tensed as his body spasmed his own release. He dropped down, cradled in her body, and pressed a kiss on her shoulder.
They fell asleep just like that.
Darcy sat at her desk at work the next morning, the memory from last night still haunting her. She actually didn’t mind the memory; there was comfort in remembering what had been between them, but she could do without the constant state of arousal she found herself in. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea reconnecting with Lucien, because being turned on by a ghost was both twisted and pathetic. Of course, she jumped into this with both feet, so unless she wanted to be a loser on top of being pathetic and bail after only one day, she was going to need to suck it up.
She heard him before she saw him, and her body ached as if on command. He was walking down the hallway, talking on his phone. Sadly, it wasn’t just her body that longed for him as her heart skipped a beat. He looked up and those eyes landed on her and she felt her heart drop into her stomach.
“Let me call you back.”
He stopped just in front of her desk.
“Darcy.”
“Mr. Black.” She just couldn’t bring herself to say his name. Did she have the right to be so informal with him anymore? He didn’t correct her. She had often thought about what he would