his expression. “Forward in what way?”
He unzipped his coat and raised his hands to her neck. His knuckles brushed her jaw. “I’ll stop if you’re ready to get in the car.”
Darcy’s pulse, which had slowed, thumped back to life. His face was right above hers. Once again she imagined him naked, a good sign her claustrophobic fit had passed.
“I’m happy right here,” she said, and she meant it.
“If we’re exposed to the elements, we need to be warmer.” He unzipped her jacket and molded himself against her, without fleece and fiberfill between them. Her head reached his shoulder. They touched from her face to her knees. Certain parts of them weren’t on a level, but she wasn’t complaining. That wasn’t why they were doing this.
Not at all. Not even a little.
Well, maybe he wasn’t.
Of course, he’d been the one who’d suggested they get personal yesterday. He had to be thinking some of the same things she was.
He adjusted his parka, encasing them both. One arm slipped around her, his hand splayed against her back. “Better?”
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. She cuddled against him, her frozen hands on his chest. What would he do if she stuck them under his shirt? “You’re hot.”
“Thank you. So are you.”
“I meant warm.”
“I meant hot.”
Darcy smiled. He smelled like soap and cedar and green apple jelly bean. His other hand slid beneath their outerwear at the small of her back and cinched her tight against him.
His jaw pressed her temple. His body pressed her body. When he spoke, she could feel his lips move against her skin. “The problem is, I can’t stay here much longer.”
She felt like she could stand with him for two days, easy, soaking him in like a sponge. “Why not?”
He bent lower, and his lips tickled her ear. “I mentioned I was a guy, right?”
“You bragged,” she said. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
His hand dropped to an area on her backside that was more suggestive. “No. Do you?”
“No.” Darcy was beginning to suspect why he didn’t want to remain here with their bodies mashed together. Impolite things seemed to be occurring below their waists.
“Darcy, I…” His breath sent shivers through her that were a lot more pleasant than the ones caused by the weather. God, he felt even better than she’d dreamed.
“What?” Mesmerized, she widened her fingers on his chest. His body didn’t have a lot of give. Hoo boy. She recognized his growing arousal—and hers.
“My truck’s bigger than your car.”
“And?”
He held himself a little stiffly, no pun intended. “You might not feel as closed in there. It’s got big windows and a taller roof.”
“You want to take me to your truck?”
“It’s not a come-on.” His body belied his words. Sometimes bodies don’t heed the tips sent by one’s brain. “When the traffic breaks, we’ll know it sooner. It’s not far.”
Darcy was tempted. If they weren’t in motion, it shouldn’t bother her to be in someone else’s vehicle. She could open the door and get out anytime she wanted. It wasn’t a trap.
“I have extra gas in the truck bed,” he continued, but he made no move to separate their increasingly frank embrace.
She adjusted her posture until his thigh slipped between her legs. It was discreet, with absolutely no humping or rubbing or grinding. But she could feel his hard cock against her hip as he tilted into her, pressing, pressing.
His fingers dug into her back, just a little. His heart thudded beneath her fingers and cheek like he was the one having the panic attack.
He was thinking about it. She was thinking about it. Six months of thinking about it but never talking about it had brought them to this point. Darcy closed her eyes.
“Could we run the heater?” she asked.
“Whatever you want.” She thought she heard him swallow. “I have blankets. Cards. MP3 player. Iced tea. You can bring the jelly beans.”
She wondered which reason was the
He unzipped his coat and raised his hands to her neck. His knuckles brushed her jaw. “I’ll stop if you’re ready to get in the car.”
Darcy’s pulse, which had slowed, thumped back to life. His face was right above hers. Once again she imagined him naked, a good sign her claustrophobic fit had passed.
“I’m happy right here,” she said, and she meant it.
“If we’re exposed to the elements, we need to be warmer.” He unzipped her jacket and molded himself against her, without fleece and fiberfill between them. Her head reached his shoulder. They touched from her face to her knees. Certain parts of them weren’t on a level, but she wasn’t complaining. That wasn’t why they were doing this.
Not at all. Not even a little.
Well, maybe he wasn’t.
Of course, he’d been the one who’d suggested they get personal yesterday. He had to be thinking some of the same things she was.
He adjusted his parka, encasing them both. One arm slipped around her, his hand splayed against her back. “Better?”
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. She cuddled against him, her frozen hands on his chest. What would he do if she stuck them under his shirt? “You’re hot.”
“Thank you. So are you.”
“I meant warm.”
“I meant hot.”
Darcy smiled. He smelled like soap and cedar and green apple jelly bean. His other hand slid beneath their outerwear at the small of her back and cinched her tight against him.
His jaw pressed her temple. His body pressed her body. When he spoke, she could feel his lips move against her skin. “The problem is, I can’t stay here much longer.”
She felt like she could stand with him for two days, easy, soaking him in like a sponge. “Why not?”
He bent lower, and his lips tickled her ear. “I mentioned I was a guy, right?”
“You bragged,” she said. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
His hand dropped to an area on her backside that was more suggestive. “No. Do you?”
“No.” Darcy was beginning to suspect why he didn’t want to remain here with their bodies mashed together. Impolite things seemed to be occurring below their waists.
“Darcy, I…” His breath sent shivers through her that were a lot more pleasant than the ones caused by the weather. God, he felt even better than she’d dreamed.
“What?” Mesmerized, she widened her fingers on his chest. His body didn’t have a lot of give. Hoo boy. She recognized his growing arousal—and hers.
“My truck’s bigger than your car.”
“And?”
He held himself a little stiffly, no pun intended. “You might not feel as closed in there. It’s got big windows and a taller roof.”
“You want to take me to your truck?”
“It’s not a come-on.” His body belied his words. Sometimes bodies don’t heed the tips sent by one’s brain. “When the traffic breaks, we’ll know it sooner. It’s not far.”
Darcy was tempted. If they weren’t in motion, it shouldn’t bother her to be in someone else’s vehicle. She could open the door and get out anytime she wanted. It wasn’t a trap.
“I have extra gas in the truck bed,” he continued, but he made no move to separate their increasingly frank embrace.
She adjusted her posture until his thigh slipped between her legs. It was discreet, with absolutely no humping or rubbing or grinding. But she could feel his hard cock against her hip as he tilted into her, pressing, pressing.
His fingers dug into her back, just a little. His heart thudded beneath her fingers and cheek like he was the one having the panic attack.
He was thinking about it. She was thinking about it. Six months of thinking about it but never talking about it had brought them to this point. Darcy closed her eyes.
“Could we run the heater?” she asked.
“Whatever you want.” She thought she heard him swallow. “I have blankets. Cards. MP3 player. Iced tea. You can bring the jelly beans.”
She wondered which reason was the
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