Please don’t stop.
Sweetest, sexiest words he’d ever heard, and if they’d been uttered by anyone else, Reed would’ve kept going in a heartbeat. But this was Darcy.
AJ’s Darcy.
She wasn’t his, damn it. She could never be his.
Breathing hard, he took a hasty step back and averted his eyes. He couldn’t catch even the slightest glimpse of the desire etched into her beautiful face. One look and he’d be a goner, and right now, at least one of them needed to show some restraint.
And clearly it wasn’t going to be Darcy.
When he spoke, his voice was gravelly, as if he hadn’t had a sip of water in weeks. “We can’t do this, Darce.”
“We already are,” she said unhappily. “It’s too late to stop. I don’t want to stop.”
Like the weak, sex-starved man he was, he couldn’t resist meeting her eyes again.
And bad fuckin’ idea.
Her parted lips, still glistening from his kiss, and the rosy flush on her cheeks totally robbed him of breath. Christ, his dick had never been harder. All it would take was a few more thrusts and he’d come in his pants like an inexperienced teenager.
Which seemed to be precisely what Darcy wanted.
The wicked temptress stepped closer and boldly palmed the bulge in his pants. “I don’t want to stop,” she repeated.
She cupped his cock, and his eyes promptly rolled to the top of his head. “Oh sweet Jesus. Don’t touch me. Don’t tempt me.”
Misery clung to her voice. “Please, Reed, don’t make me go home like this. I’m aching. I’m…God, I need this.”
The anguished plea snapped the last thread of his control. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. He just released a wild growl and pushed her against the wall again. He shoved one leg between her thighs, his groin throbbing to the point of agony.
“Damn you,” he hissed out.
She gasped when his mouth latched onto hers again. Reed’s brain turned to mush as he kissed her. All he could concentrate on was the softness of her lips, her intoxicating taste, her sweet vanilla scent. One trembling hand cupped her firm ass to keep her tight against him, while the other drifted up to her chest so he could squeeze one full breast. Her tank top was enticingly thin, her bra even thinner, and he groaned when he felt the outline of her puckered nipple poking into his palm.
“I’m gonna come,” he choked out. “Any second now. I can’t stop it.”
Darcy shuddered, her tortured moan heating the air between them. “Neither can I. I’m too close…I’m…Oh!”
Pure male satisfaction slammed into him as she cried out in bliss, shaking in his arms as she found release. Her orgasm triggered his own, the force of it nearly knocking him off his feet. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the addictive fragrance of her shampoo as bone-melting pleasure pulsed inside him. Jets of release soaked his boxers, but still he kept moving, rubbing his cock against her, digging his fingers into her ass and breast.
It took him a while to remember how to make his brain and limbs work. At least a full minute before he was coherent enough to unglue his lower body from hers. He leaned his forehead against hers, ragged puffs of air leaving his mouth and rustling her hair.
Darcy’s eyes were huge. Swimming with confusion, amazement, and worst of all, anticipation for more.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he wheezed. “We can’t…this can’t…damn it, we shouldn’t have done that.”
The guilt hit him hard and fast, like a flash flood bearing down on a village without warning.
He’d made out with his best friend’s girl.
He’d dry humped her, for fuck’s sake.
And he’d climaxed.
Jesus. Forget the fact that in order to get up to his office and change his pants he’d have to walk through the club with a wet stain on his jeans. He could endure that humiliation.
But fooling around with AJ’s ex?
He would never, ever be able to come back from this.
“Reed,” she started. Then her mouth closed, and the same paralyzing guilt he was currently feeling seized her pretty face. “Oh my God, you’re right. We shouldn’t have done that.” Her breathing became unstable. “We’re terrible people.”
Although he wholeheartedly agreed with her about the sheer crappiness of their actions, he refused to let her take the blame for any of it.
“No,” he said sharply. “This is on me. It’s my fault.”
Her eyes blazed. “No, it’s not. We both did this.” She stumbled to the side, effectively putting some much-needed distance between them. “I have to go. I shouldn’t have come here tonight.”
“Darcy—”
She dashed through the curtain like an Olympic sprinter, leaving him alone in the alcove.
Rather than chase after her, Reed sucked a rush of oxygen into his lungs. Christ, AJ was going to kill him.