“No. Don’t do that,” I warned, pointing at her. “Don’t form your pretty mouth to make yourself sound like some lonely, desperate woman who’s being coerced into this. It’s an insult to both of us. And let’s be real, it’s not true. You don’t need to be this tightly-strung ball of want and need. You know you could have any man you want.”

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I don’t want just any man, Tommy,” she said. Her voice had gone soft, somewhere between a rasp and a whisper, and she was wearing that look again. That look that said she wanted me to kiss her. We stared at each other for a few long moments, but neither of us made a move.

“Darcy… If you want me, you’re going to have to—”

She reached for me. Grabbed a fistful of my shirt, hauled me closer. “I’m going to have to what?” she whispered hotly. “Do this?”

I barely had a chance to nod before she gave me an eager, searching kiss.

I dreamed of this so many times. Ran through this first kiss so many times in my mind that I thought I would know exactly what to do when it finally happened. I’d imagined that she would be frantic like this and that I would know exactly how to slow it down. But I’ve wanted her for so long that I didn’t… I couldn’t… Slowing down wasn’t an option. I just let her take. When she reached for me, when she slanted her mouth over mine, parted her lips, and slid inside, I let her. I let her take what she needed.

In one quick movement, she maneuvered herself into my lap, pressing her body right up against mine. The moan that rumbled up from my chest when she ground her pussy against my already hard dick probably echoed through every empty room in the house. I was trying to be sweet and easy, but what I wanted from this kiss had become ungentlemanly very quickly. I thrust my tongue in the sweet place behind her lips, mouth-fucking her until her whimpers and sighs poured out like water. Darcy returned my kisses with a recklessness that all but accused me of waking up the little beast inside her. Made it bare its teeth. Made her want to devour me. And fuck, if this was how it felt to be eaten alive, I couldn’t think of a better way to die.