Wanted: Wife – Excerpt
"I'm making coffee, want any?" Darcy called from the kitchen.
As Steven entered the kitchen he said, "I'd love a cup."
Steven leaned against the counter. Darcy poured water into the coffee maker and then scooped the coffee in. After she pressed the brew button, she turned and stared back at him.
"That wasn't so bad," he said.
She nodded. "Yeah, it was okay."
Steven laughed. "Your parents were kind." He reached his hand out toward her.
Darcy walked to him, taking his hand.
"Your dad gave us his blessing."
"I had no doubt he would. Your family is well known."
Steven wasn't sure what had come over him, maybe it was the scotch he'd shared with her dad, but he couldn't resist the beautiful woman in front of him. He tugged her to him, and her body molded against his perfectly. With his free hand, he pushed her hair behind her ear and then pressed his lips to hers. He expected resistance from her, but she opened up right away, wanting the kiss as much as he did.
Sliding his hand around her neck, he tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss. Her fingers danced around his waist and the little sensation went straight to his groin. Releasing her hand, he gripped her waist and pulled her into him. He was hard and it pressed into her and she didn't seem to mind. Damn this woman! She should be pushing away from him, reminding him they were to stay friends, but instead he kept hoping her hand would find its way lower.
Could they do this once and then pretend it never happened? His erection was telling him yes, but his brain was telling him no. He started to pull away from the kiss, but Darcy wouldn't let him.
God, he was turned on and wanted to touch her, taste her, explore her. He needed her!
"Stop, Darcy." He pushed her off him.
She stepped back, a shocked look on her face.
"I can't control myself. I want to take you to bed so bad."
"I want that too." She moved closer to him again and wrapped her arm around his neck and let her other hand dangle at his waistband. "Can't we have a little fun?"
Do it or not? Yes or no? His core ached and taunted him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to listen to the head below.
He lifted Darcy up and sat her on the counter. His lips were everywhere. Her neck, collarbone. His hands were greedy as they worked the buttons on her blouse. "Stop me now, Darcy."
She gazed into his eyes and then cupped his erection through his pants. "No."
"No turning back?"
"No turning back."