Dating Mr. Darcy - Kate O'Keeffe Page 0,66
asks gently, and I swallow, electricity sparking through my body.
“Yes,” I reply, although it comes out a little more breathless than I expect.
Why does he have to stand so close, smelling the way he does, with that impossibly sexy voice of his? It’s making it hard ... to ... concentrate ...
“I made you jealous. I’m sorry, Emma. I never intended to do that.”
“I’m not jealous,” I protest feebly, because it’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that I am.
He places his hand on my arm and it sends a shock of electricity straight up it. “I was in an impossible situation. Camille is very persistent. It seemed letting it happen could diffuse her somewhat. I didn’t want to kiss her. I wanted to kiss someone else entirely. In fact, I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.”
I nod, because with him this close to me, telling me what I think he’s telling me, it’s all I can trust myself to do.
He pushes a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers brushing against my skin. “I like your hair down like this.”
With my heart thrashing around in my chest, I try to make light. “Not a fan of the ringlets?”
“I think you look beautiful in anything.”
I gaze back at him and the little voice in the back of my head telling me it will never work between us grows quiet. All that’s left is him, here, right now, his eyes on mine, his hand gently cupping my head.
And then it happens. I don’t try to stop it. I want it to happen, despite our differences, despite Camille, despite how I know this will end.
Despite all of it.
His eyes intense, he lifts my chin, and brushes his lips tantalizingly against mine. It’s gentle and incredible and makes me feel like the air has been sucked from my lungs.
He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. “You’re the one I want to kiss, in case you were wondering,” he murmurs, his deep voice doing things to my insides.
“I kinda got that,” I reply.
“Good.” He kisses me once more.
“Mmm,” is the sum total of my response. Well, my verbal response, anyway, because before you can say “Camille who?” we’re kissing some more, only this time there’s no gentle lip brushing. No siree. It’s a full on, no holds barred, we want to devour one another kind of kiss. The kind of kiss you feel from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. My head spins, my knees go weak, and everything, everything melts into nothingness around us.
After we come up for air from frankly the most heart-stopping kiss of my life, his smile spreads from ear to ear, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Really?” I ask as I catch my breath. “Since when?”
He slips his hand into mine. “I could say it was from the moment I laid eyes on you, but you were on the ground, swearing like a fishwife, with a dress attached to your hair in that particular moment.”
“Not my best moment.”
“No, but I could tell you were feisty, and it was hard not to be attracted to that. Then, you asked me to send you home during that first conversation in my room. It was that moment when I wondered what it would be like to kiss this woman who didn’t seem to care what I thought of her.”
“So I was a challenge?” I tease.
He laughs as he toys with my hair, sending shivers down my spine. “You weren’t some sycophant who would do anything to be with Mr. Darcy, no matter who he was.”
“You got that right. But I was convinced you hated me.”
“I was convinced you hated me,” he counters.
“I did. But, I also secretly thought you were totally hot.”
He grins at me. “That makes the hate so much better.”
I reach up and kiss him again. Mainly because I can, but also because kissing Sebastian is my new favorite thing to do.
“Is that wine for us,” I ask without a drop of subtlety, “or were you actually on your way to Camille’s room when you decided to bring me here?”
His laugh is low as he shakes his head and reaches for the wine and glasses. “Shall we sit?” He gestures at the sofa by the fireplace, and we sit down next to one another, our thighs touching.
“I thought we could get to know each other better over