Chapter 13
“I do, I want you.” Steve breathed, his eyes meeting in the mirror.
“But?” She could sense it in his words.
“You’re picture is always on my mind.” He said with a short laugh. “You’re so beautiful, Darcy. I want to do things right with you.”
“But we won’t have right, Steve.” She reminded him gently. “I don’t want to rush things…I just…”
“I know, doll, I know.” He sighed. There was a thought biting at the back of his mind, part of him couldn’t help but to be bitter. “Is it the new body?”
Darcy drew up short. “What?”
“Is it the…”
“Steve,” she cut him off. “You remember our conversation from when you drew me. I want you in any form.”
“I know what you said, Darce.”
Darcy closed her eyes in frustration. “Maybe this is too fast.”
“I’m gonna do things right by you, Darcy. I don’t know what that means right now, but we will figure it out as we go.”
“Okay,” she agreed. Feeling brave, she began to undress.
“Darce,” Steve sputtered. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to go have dinner with Lily.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Do you want me to, ah, give you some privacy?”
“You’ve seen me, Steve.” She smiled secretly. Darcy moved in front of her mirror. “Well, almost all of me.”
Steve’s mouth watered as Darcy dressed down bare. He didn’t know what his girl was up to, but he knew what he was getting up to, so to speak.
“Darcy,” he warned softly.
“Don’t worry, Steve.” She giggled. “I just wanted you to have a preview for the future. You’re not the only one with body issues, though.”
“Why?” He shook his head. “You’re gorgeous. All soft, milky skin.”
Darcy brightened. “Can I get a sneak peak?”
Steve groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Okay.”
He removed his shirt in front of the mirror, anticipating her reaction. Her gasp of surprise gave him pleasure, he wouldn’t deny that. He was about to throw all caution to the wind win…
“Whoa, put some clothes on!”
Darcy lost her connection with Steve as Lily moved in the room. Darcy held back a frustrated sigh as she remembered she hadn’t texted and canceled with Lily. As much as she would love to continue with Steve and see where they could push their limits, she knew Lily wouldn’t take any excuse now.
“Sorry, couldn’t figure out what to wear.” Darcy muttered as she blindly started reaching for clothes.
“It’s just Chinese food, Darce.” Lily rolled her eyes. “Now, chop chop!”
Steve had been saying that Darcy was going to be the death of him, but he had never guessed it would be this much. After losing their connection earlier, he had seen the interruption as a sign that they shouldn’t take things further. Hell, things were already complicated enough. But he did not anticipate this. He was lying in his bed, trying to be asleep, when Darcy gasping his name made him shot up. He was about to ask what was wrong when he realized he could feel her hands moving across her skin. Steve gulped as he realized what she was doing. He should be a gentleman and ignore it, cut her off, but then…
“Steve!” She gasped again, her fingers moving quicker.
“Darcy?” He rasped.
Her fingers paused momentarily before she slowly started moving again. Darcy was partly embarrassed to be caught in this situation, one she had started to ease off steam after Diane had left, and the other part of her just felt more turned on by him seeing her like this. She ached more knowing he was with her. She moved her fingers quicker at the sound of his groan.
“Steve, I’m so close.” She whined.
“Doll,” he gulped.
“Just stay with me, please.” She whimpered.
Steve was at the point that it would kill him to leave. “I’m right here, doll. God, I can feel you.”
At that admission, Darcy used more pressure till her toes were curling and she was seeing stars behind her eyes. She let out a breathy gasp as her body floated back into place. She waited till she could catch her breath, still feeling the tingles along her body before smiling.
“Sweet dreams, Steve.”
Steve chuckled at his girl. Yep, the death of him.