She scratched her fingers back, sliding into Darcy’s hair. Taking a handful, taking her fill, as she ran her tongue over Darcy’s bottom lip. Getting the first taste of her.
There was no possible way Juliet could contain her own groan, rumbling up from the back of her throat, when she felt Darcy’s tongue against hers. Toying with her, tracing over her.
Darcy surged forward, pressing her body into Juliet’s completely. Her back hit the wall with more pressure than she’d expected, but all it made her do was burn hotter, brighter.
She wanted that. She wanted Darcy out of control for her, the way she’d made Juliet feel all the damn time.
The wall was cold against her uncovered back, and she arched into Darcy. Her other hand came up to grip at the curve of Darcy’s waist, that perfect fucking curve that she’d stared at far too many times.
At her touch, a whine escaped Darcy, tumbling into Juliet’s mouth. She felt one of Darcy’s hands land on her bare hip, the other brace against the wall next to Juliet’s head.
Her entire body arched against Darcy’s at the feeling of her hand on her body. Darcy’s touchreallyon her.
Her nipples were so hard against the sheer fabric of her bra, scraping against it. She should have had Darcy strip for her, she dimly thought, as she slid her own hand up, desperate to feel Darcy’s bare skin under her touch, too.
Without any warning, Darcy abruptly pulled back, blinking down at Juliet. Her lips were damp and dark pink, and Juliet pulsed at the sight.
Juliet’s eyes narrowed into a glare, her breathing heavy, the need thrumming through her. Why? Why would Darcy –
“Wait, I just – your boyfriend.”
Juliet impatiently huffed out a breath. “What about him?”
The hand Darcy still had on her hip flexed. “Uh… you have one. That’s kind of the whole thought. What would he, you know, think aboutthis?”
“He’d probably applaud my ability to be honest about how badly I want you.” She wanted to snap the words back at Darcy, but she couldn’t. All she could feel was eagerness, ready to stop talking about Robbie, of all people, right now.
“What?” To say Darcy sounded baffled was an understatement.
“For all I know, Robbie is on his knees for some guy right now,” she informed her, heatedly, unable to stem the tide of the arousal so strong she could feel herself dripping down her inner thigh. “Now: do you want to be on your knees forme, or not?”
She fucking throbbed at the visual, her clitbeggingfor it. For Darcy’s mouth on her.
Darcy crashed her lips down against Juliet’s, their kiss anything but gentle.
Exactly how she wanted it. She dug her nails into the revealed skin of Darcy’s back, feeling a dark thrill when she knew she’d very likely leave a mark.
When she felt Darcy’s teeth nip into her bottom lip, tugging tojustthe point of discomfort before she released, Juliet’s hips jerked uncontrollably against Darcy. She couldn’t get any friction against her clit like this, not while they were standing, nothing between her legs, but sheneededit.
As if reading her mind, Darcy dropped both of her hands down to Juliet’s hips. Stroking her thumbs over her before dipping into the lacy top of her lingerie. Juliet’s entire body shuddered.
“Is that whatyouwant?” Darcy asked, not leaning back enough to break their kiss. She breathed the question to life right against Juliet. “You want me on my knees for you? Is that what you think about?”
The truth was that she’d thought about so much more. Even through the months where she was annoyed by how much she wanted it.
But Darcy on her knees in front of Juliet wascertainlyon the list.
“Yes,” she affirmed, forcefully, tipping her head back against the wall so she could look Darcy in the eye. “I want you on your knees.”
Darcy maintained that eye contact as she did exactly what Juliet ordered, swiftly and smoothly lowering herself. She looked up at Juliet, tilting her head to the side. The look on her face was both challenging and so desperately wanting, and it wasperfect.
Darcy had kept her hands on Juliet’s hips, and now she gently traced her fingertips down Juliet’s legs. Scratching slightly, before she moved them up her inner-thighs.
Juliet stared at the movement, watching her own body react while she felt the heat inside of her spike. She knew Darcy could see – had to be able to see – how soaked she was for her, and it just made her even hotter.
She met Darcy’s stare with her own, her eyes heavily lidded, her breathing coming fast and heavy.
The only thing wrong with this picture was how much Darcy was still wearing.
