It was his turn to look at her as if she’d sprouted wings. “You can no’ be serious.”
“I am. I’m not going to bring this,” she said, gesturing to the front where the Dark were, “to Skye. I’m also not going to be responsible for the Dark taking you or Thorn.”
“Remaining here is mine and Thorn’s decision. No’ yours.”
Darcy shook her head in dismay. “You have no idea how it felt to watch them surround you as you stood out there alone against them. I thought you were gone!”
Her words hung in the air for long moments as they stared at each other. Warrick’s cobalt eyes were bright, his gaze intense.
All Darcy could think about was his kisses. The rest—Con, Ulrik, the Dark, the elders on Skye, and even her family—faded away.
“I promised I would keep you safe. I’ll no’ leave until you are.”
Darcy rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck as she planted her lips against his. He enfolded her in his embrace, holding her tight as he tilted his head and parted his lips.
A low, deep moan rumbled his chest as they kissed. She slid her hands into his wet hair and sank into the kiss until she was living, breathing him.
It didn’t take long for the flames of desire to overtake them. Darcy was teased by the bits of his skin she felt against her from his torn shirt. She reached between them while they kissed and ripped his shirt in half. There was a smile on his lips as he let it fall to the floor.
Their kisses became heated, frantic as they sought to get closer to the other. With a flick of his hand, he unbuttoned her jeans and had them unzipped. Then his hand was down her pants cupping her sex.
Darcy gasped for breath as he kissed across her jaw and down her throat as his fingers began to lightly stroke her through her panties.
She clung to him, her breath locked in her lungs at the force of desire that tightened low in her belly. His tongue was hot against her skin, his lips soft.
In the next instant, his hand was gone, leaving her squeezing her legs together to hold back the tide of need that enveloped her.
Her shirt was pulled over her head so quickly she had no idea what he was about. There was a ripping noise as her bra followed. Then he jerked her against his chest, skin to skin.
She looked into his eyes and recognized the same longing, the same yearning she felt within herself.
He bent, grabbing her bottom, and then stood. With her legs now wrapped around him, he claimed her mouth in a wild, fiery kiss.
Darcy didn’t have long to wonder where he was going as he began to walk. He leaned over, holding her firmly with one hand as he gave one swipe of her desk with the other, clearing it of everything.
He pressed her against the top of the desk, his thick arousal rubbing against her already swollen sex. He rocked against her several times before he pulled back, ending the kiss.
“I need you, lass,” he whispered in her ear.
Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. “How fast can you get out of those clothes?”
A grin started right before he straightened and kicked off his boots while pulling down his pants. Darcy wasn’t having as much luck with her own attire. She only got one boot off in the time it took him to get undressed.
He yanked off her other boot. Then he grabbed her jeans and pulled. For him, they slid right off, leaving her in nothing but her black silk panties.
His gaze wandered over her, beginning at her feet and working upward. As soon as his eyes landed on her breasts, her nipples hardened. He smiled in anticipation as he stepped between her legs once more.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. She’s the author of more than thirty novels spanning multiple genres of romance including the bestselling Dark King stories, Dark Craving, Night’s Awakening, and Dawn’s Desire. Her acclaimed Dark Warrior and Dark Sword series novels feature a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and four cats in Texas.
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