Someone had given him a schematic, she thought happily as he went directly to her very favorite spot and began to tease it. Electricity shot through her, making her want to get to the finish right away as much as she wanted to make it last forever. He circled and rubbed and then slid his fingers inside of her while his thumb kept up the intimate dance.
“Darcy?”
She forced her eyes open. “What?”
“Can you come?”
The first flicker of promise tightened her muscles. “As long as you keep doing that.”
He gave her a slow, sexy smile designed to bring her to her knees. But before she could stumble, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the desk.
“I’ll go you one better,” he said and slipped between her thighs.
Even as his arousal filled her, stretching her and touching nerve endings starved for a little attention, he returned his fingers to her most sensitive spot. As if that wasn’t enough, he leaned in and kissed her. Talk about multitasking, she thought, as her brain began to shut down in a delicious overload of sensation.
There was heat everywhere. Heat and hunger and the promise of perfect release. Muscles tensed in anticipation. Her body ached. She parted her legs more, then wrapped them around his hips to bring him in closer still.
In and out, in and out. The friction against her slick, swollen center was exactly right. She could feel his tension and knew he was close, but he held back, waiting on her.
“Almost,” she breathed against his mouth. “Joe.”
He stared at her, willing her to come for him. Willing her to scream.
Brenna hauled herself up the back stairs and waddled into the kitchen. She wanted to stalk, but it wasn’t going to happen. Until she gave birth to the planet-size baby she carried, her stalking days were behind her. Along with her dancing days, her running days, and her sleeping days.
“I hate gestating,” she said as she leaned against the counter.
Grandma Tessa smiled in sympathy. “The babies make it worth it.”
Brenna glared at her. “There are no babies. Just so we’re clear. There’s the one baby. Singular.”
Her mother crossed to her and touched her forehead. “Are you feeling all right? You’re flushed.”
“I’m crabby. It’s Joe. He’s being stubborn and pigheaded. I know they’re the same, but it’s annoying. He’s annoying. I hate him.” She sighed. “Okay, not really.”
Her mother offered her a glass of water and she took a sip. Because she
“We were talking in the storeroom. Arguing. He won’t listen.”
“He’s stubborn,” Colleen said.
Brenna looked at her mother. “He told Darcy his wife left because of the time he was gone.”
Colleen and Grandma Tessa shared a glance. The older woman reached for her rosary.
“It could be true,” Colleen said. “He believes it. I saw it in his eyes when he told us.”
“That’s not why,” Brenna said. “She left because he wouldn’t let her in. He wouldn’t love her.”
Grandma Tessa shook her head. “We don’t know that.”
“What if that’s the way he is? What if he can’t change.” Her eyes burned with tears. Damn hormones. “I love him. We all do.”
“And we’re going to keep loving him,” Colleen said.
“I know. I wish…” Brenna reached for the intercom. She wanted to tell him to get in here so she could sock him in the stomach, then hug him. Schizophrenic love at its best.
She pushed the intercom and heard a curious sound.
It wasn’t conversation. Not exactly. It was…breathing. Hot, heavy breathing.
She released the intercom and jumped back.
Colleen frowned as Grandma Tessa reached for her beads.
“Dear Lord,” her grandmother said. “What was it? Some giant beast in the storeroom?”
It didn’t sound like an animal to Brenna. “I don’t get it,” she said. “I left Joe in there and passed Darcy on the way…” Understanding dawned. But as soon as the thought formed, she pushed it away.
No. It wasn’t possible. Her stiff-necked brother would never loosen up enough to-
She pushed the intercom again and heard Lieutenant Commander Joseph Larson say something very dirty.
“Oh my God,” Brenna shrieked.
She backed away from the intercom. She looked from her stunned mother to her equally shocked grandmother and began to laugh.
Colleen grinned. “Guess Joe found himself a girl.”
“In the storeroom?” Tessa asked, sounding outraged. “It’s immoral.”
“It’s fun,” Brenna said. “I always hoped he’d find someone, but the president’s daughter? What on earth is he thinking?”
Darcy braced herself on the table and bucked against Joe. So close. So close. He rubbed her center, moving faster and faster until she had no choice but to fly into her release.
She wanted to warn him, to say something, but she couldn’t speak. Her muscles convulsed as she came over and over again. Pleasure poured through her, a river of release. It was good. It was better than good-it was damn close to perfect.
Joe straightened and looked at Darcy. Her eyes were wide, and she was still breathing hard. He tucked her hair behind her ears then leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Not bad for somebody famous,” he said.
As he’d expected, she grinned, then swatted his arm.
“Not bad for some macho, paramilitary type,” she told him.
“There’s no ‘para’ about it. I
“Yeah, yeah, like that’s going to impress me.”
He touched her chin so she had to meet his gaze. “You screamed.”
Color rose on her cheeks. “Did not.”
She was right. She hadn’t screamed. But she’d grabbed on to him as if she never wanted to let go, and she’d taken him on the ride of his life.
Reluctantly he stepped back and reached for his jeans.
“Ah, the postcoital cleanup,” she said as she lowered herself to the floor, then reached for her panties and shorts.
He supposed he should feel awkward about what they’d just done. It hadn’t been planned, and he didn’t usually give in to impulses like that. If anyone found out…
He didn’t want to think about that, even though he was going to have to-eventually. But right now there were other issues.
“You’re looking serious.” She finished fastening her bra, then started with the buttons on her blouse. “Regrets?”
“No.” He pulled her close and lightly kissed her. She held on tight. “Questions.”
“Such as?”
“You on any birth control?”
He watched her closely, knowing he would be able to guess by her expression. Instead of panic, he saw something very close to smug victory.
“I’m on the Pill. Aren’t you lucky,” she said, leaning against him.
“Damn straight.” He stroked her short hair. “I usually take precautions. You messed with my mind.”
“Little ol’ me?”
“No one else here.” He felt her tremble. “Darcy? You okay?”
She nodded but wouldn’t look at him. He touched his finger to her chin and raised her head.
“What?” he asked.
She looked defiant, shy, and embarrassed. An amazing trick.
“I’m being sophisticated and worldly,” she said. “Don’t mess that up.”
And then he got it. He lashed out when he felt threatened; she used humor. He thought about her life-the
