But – no.
No, because Juliet was only using that tone, Darcy realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, because Darcy had told her – like a fucking moron – what she would was looking for in a sexual partner.
She’d given Juliet not only a gun, but all of the ammunition.
She set her jaw, determined not to give in to Juliet’s machination.
“Whatever you’re doing here, it’s not going to work.”
She did, however, desperately wish she could understand Juliet’s angle. If only so she could prepare herself for whatever was coming her way after this.
“Are you sure?” Juliet asked, bringing her hand up between her breasts, then dragging it down. Over her flat, toned stomach, tracing so slowly over her skin…
Darcy’s grip tightened against the sink so hard, she was concerned she might fracture her fingers.
“I…” Her throat was so dry, she could barely speak.
What the fuck was wrong with her?
Actually, what the fuck was wrong with Juliet?
“You know what’s yet another thing about you that drives me crazy, Darcy?” Juliet asked, tilting her head up at her.
“I can’t believe you’re standing here like that, saying thatIdriveyoucrazy,” she answered, honestly, and was proud of herself for only being a little breathless.
Juliet’s lips tugged into a slow smile, one that was littered with sinful promise. “While my lyrics about you might have been incorrect, yours about me were dead-on. The sentiment, anyway.”
Darcy wasn’t really in a place to connect dots, as all of her sober faculties were going to not staring at how hard Juliet’s nipples were through her bra. “What?”
“Your name is on my mind far more than ‘my man’s.’” Juliet’s use of air quotes gave Darcy pause, but she couldn’t focus on what that meant.
Not when Juliet pressed even closer to her. Taking away every inch of space, leaving the barest whisper between them. So close that when Juliet inhaled, her stomach – her bare stomach – pressed against Darcy’s.
Darcy felt like she was burning up, her pulse jumping like crazy and then simply refusing to settle back down.
Her breath shuddered out, and she wasn’t able to properly bite back the sound that escaped the back of her throat when she felt Juliet’s hot exhale fan over her parted lips.
Every atom, every cell of her being was in arrested development. Holding. Waiting for Juliet to make the final move. Because even though logically, Darcy knewshe, herself, should, she… couldn’t.
And – at the very least – if anything happened here… didn’t that also give her some ammunition of her own? That was the only logical thought she could grasp onto.
Juliet’s eyes were open, but heavily lidded, her pupils dilated – only inches from Darcy’s.
Her mouth was so close, Darcy could feel every exhale against her own lips. For a second, just a second, she darted her eyes down to look at those lips. They looked almost like Juliet had reapplied lip gloss before coming in here? Shiny and softand pouty, and… was shesmirking? Just barely, but there was a hint of something there.
“You want to kiss me, Darcy.” Juliet wasso close, she swore she felt her words vibrate over her mouth.
She sure as hell felt like they vibrated through her body, and she shuddered. Had that been by design? Had Juliet known…?
Just the mental image of kissing Juliet Jacobs was enough to make Darcy’s breath catch in her throat. Enough to send the heat building inside of her down, anchoring between her legs.
Before today, she’d never have imagined this. Well, maybe in her wildest dreams. But with this – with Juliet, topless and standing mere centimeters away from her – the image was starkly clear. The vivid image of leaning in and connecting their lips. She was abreathaway from knowing what Juliet tasted like. She swore she could almost already taste her.
“Do it,” Juliet’s voice was so throaty and so firm, it made Darcy’s knees weak.
It would be the worst idea in the fucking world.
Right?
