66. Darcy

CHAPTER 66

DARCY

Hayden fumbles the front door open that night, never once taking his lips off mine. He yanks his jacket off, throwing it on the floor in haste.

We've been kissing since the lobby downstairs. Something about playing against Kit has Hayden unleashed. I shouldn't feel this thrill at his possessiveness over me, but I do.

What did you say to Kit to piss him off so much? I asked Hayden after the game.

The truth , he answered.

He told him we were temporary, that means. A small twist of pain hits me in the chest. It's getting harder to accept that reality, that this is just for fun and just for a few more days.

Hayden's tongue sweeps against mine, and my thoughts and worries melt. Right here, right now. That's all that matters.

I'm not going to worry about the future when I can enjoy the present with Hayden.

He shoves my jacket off, and I can barely get enough air, we're kissing so hard. I like this side of him, where he goes after what he wants, whether that's on the ice, or right now, as he's devouring me.

"Tonight?" I gasp, and we both know what I mean .

Something's changed, and it doesn't seem like Hayden's interested in waiting anymore.

He walks me back until I bump against the wall. Then he dips his head and kisses me hard. My knees go weak at the sensation of his tongue against mine. If he didn't have me pinned against the wall, I'd be sliding to the floor. He pulls back, breathing hard and resting his forehead against mine, eyes flashing with heat.

"Tonight."

The promise in that one word has arousal pooling low in my abdomen. I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of Hayden's lips all over my skin, him tugging the neckline of my top aside to nip at my shoulder. His hands stray to the hem of my jersey, lifting.

"Naked. Now."

In this household, we no longer use full sentences. I raise my arms, and he pulls the top over my head. Then I'm pulling his off, baring his broad chest and warm skin. He tugs the fabric of my bra down so his lips can wrap around the tight point of my breast, and I struggle with his belt while he fumbles with my bra clasp. The drugging pull of his lips on my nipple has my head falling back against the wall and my eyelids dropping closed. My pulse throbs between my legs.

He makes a low, frustrated noise of urgent impatience before his mouth returns to mine and his tongue delves between my lips, like even sixty seconds was too long to go between kisses.

"I love this side of you." I huff a laugh as he gets frustrated with my bra and rips the clasp apart. "Did you just tear it?"

"Probably." A quick grin appears on his face. He's flushed and breathing hard. "I'll buy you more."

He loses his pants and boxers, cock already stiff and jutting out as he pulls a condom from his wallet and rolls it on. He lowers his mouth to mine again, kissing me hard, taking my breath away.

"You didn't even stop to admire the present you bought me."

"Next time." He undoes my pants, shoving them and my panties down in haste, and I'm distracted by his scent—so fresh, clean, masculine, and familiar.

I squeak in surprise as he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, and instinctively, my legs wrap around his trim hips. I loop my arms around his neck, but his hold on me is firm, hands cupping my ass, and the length of his cock rests against my clit. At the firm press of him against my nerves, I'm overrun with need.

He takes a step so my back is pressed against the cool wall, and my eyes go wide.

"Like this?" I'm breathless, eyes darting around the foyer.

The spontaneity of having sex here in the dim apartment with just the lights of the city sparkling through the big windows makes my stomach dip with excitement.

"Like this." His mouth tilts in a dark, seductive smile that makes my intimate muscles clench in anticipation. God, this is going to be good. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's what you said that night at the bar, that you wanted to be fucked hard against the wall."

My thoughts blur in a rush of desire, and I nod. God, yes, I want that. "Yes, please." My gaze drops, trailing down the carved muscles of his chest, the golden-blond hair leading to his cock.

A rakish grin pulls up on his handsome face. "You don't have to say please with me, but I really, really like it."

With one hand, he holds me up, toned arm flexing in a riveting display of masculine strength. Forget the spectacular marble lines of Michelangelo's David . Hayden Owens is the perfect depiction of male beauty. My train of admiration derails, though, as he palms my breast. Our lips meet again, and he toys with my nipple, pulling an aching sweetness from deep inside me like there's a cord connected to my center. He shifts his hips, sliding his cock through my wetness, and I moan when his scorching hardness rubs against my clit. Molten heat swirls inside me.

"I should slow down," he says, dropping his hand to between my legs, rubbing his fingers over my arousal and watching my expression with fascination.

I shake my head, tugging on the back of his hair, and his eyes spark hotter. "Don't."

He works firm, slick circles on my center, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. My head falls back against the wall and he watches my face with determined reverence. Arousal tightens at the apex of my thighs and I'm flooded with urgency.

"Hayden," I moan. My heart's beating so hard, I'm surprised he can't hear it. "I can't wait. I need more."

The breath rushes out of him and he nods, lining himself up with my entrance. He nudges inside, and sharp pleasure sweeps through me, even as my muscles protest how thick he is. I cling to him, letting the sensations drag me under.

"Breathe," he says, gentle yet commanding.

He's a bit too big for me, and my lips part as I hold his worried gaze. Even now, he's so caring and careful with me.

"Oh my god." He rests his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "You're so fucking tight."

"You're so fucking big." My voice sounds thin and desperate, and I don't care that it sounds cliché. My whole focus narrows down to where my body's working hard to adjust to him. Any discomfort is washed away as electricity arcs through my blood. "Keep going."

He presses in until his hips meet mine and I'm about to lose my mind with the delicious, burning fullness of him. Already, my release stirs, waking up and coiling in my limbs.

"Okay?" he whispers.

I nod against him with a shaky breath. "You feel so good," I whisper back. "I've wanted this for so long."

His throat works. Under my hand on the back of his neck, his skin is hot and damp with exertion. A little frown of frustration and agony sits between his eyebrows. The guy looks wrecked from holding back so he doesn't hurt me. I nip his bottom lip, and the rough, pleased noise in his throat sends a ripple of warmth through me.

"I can feel you clenching me," he groans. "I've wanted this for years , Darcy, and somehow it's better than I thought it could be."

I wind higher, soaring from the knowledge that Hayden and I connected like this was inevitable. I was always going to figure it out and see him; it was just a matter of when.

While my body adjusts to his intimidating size, he coasts a hand over my skin like he can't get enough of me, until finally, his gaze meets mine.

"Can I move?" he begs, eyes glazed and breathing ragged.

His hair's a mess from my hands in it and his eyes are wild with desperation as he hangs on to the last shreds of his control. I nod, and he drags himself out, looking down to where our bodies meet, before he slowly pushes back into me, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.

Pleasure rolls through me; my pulse thickens.

"God," I moan.

He rocks into me again, and I feel every inch.

"You don't know how many times I thought about this." He closes his eyes, expression strained, and swallows. "I've pictured us in every position you can think of, on every surface of this apartment. Of every apartment I've ever lived in. "

Heat swirls between my legs, and the pressure tightens.

He fucks me harder, and I climb higher. The painting on the wall that we bought last weekend shakes as he thrusts into me, and I'll probably have bruises tomorrow from his hand on my ass. I don't care, though. I just want more.

His hand finds my clit, and he rubs tight, firm circles.

"Hayden." My release takes shape, and I tug his hair, gazing into his eyes. I can feel the desperate expression all over my face.

He smiles, dark and dominant. "Fucking love when you moan my name like that, Darcy. Fucking love the way your sweet little pussy tightens around me." He presses feverish kisses against my skin as the pressure low in my belly begins to expand and my vision starts to blur. "Such a good girl, getting so wet for me, letting me fuck you hard against the wall like we both wanted."

I dig my nails into his shoulder and the corner of his mouth ticks up.

"You going to come for me, honey?"

"Mhm." I nod again and again. My nerves start to fray, and nothing else exists except us, here and now.

"Show me," he demands, clutching me as I tighten further. "Show me what it looks like when I make you feel good."

The pressure spills over, and I shatter. My toes curl. Heat courses through me as my muscles spasm around him. I'm gasping for air, moaning his name and pleading with him not to stop as my pulse races. When I think I've hit the highest peak of my orgasm, I keep soaring, keep rising, so high I think I might die. He thrusts into me again and again, holding me tight like I'm precious.

It's everything, all at once—intimate, intense, hot, desperate, hungry, and everything I've ever needed.

My release subsides, but from Hayden's clenched jaw and tortured expression, he's close. His teeth catch his bottom lip and he groans, low and hungry. His cheekbones flush with the exertion. His hair has fallen into his eyes. God, he's so devastating like this, at the edge of his control but taking everything he wants.

"I can't hold on much longer."

"Let go." I'm eager to see Hayden lose his mind while inside me. "Come inside me."

His hand returns between my legs and with a few fast, firm circles, a second release hits me. I let out a confused and surprised sob of pleasure against his skin, shaking with the orgasm as more waves of heat radiate through me and I clamp down around his length. It's not fair how good he is at reading my body and knowing exactly what I want.

It's his undoing, though, because the raw, broken noise that grates out of his throat is pure pleasure. With strong arms, he clutches me tight to his chest. Hayden buries his face in my neck, moaning against my skin and pulsing inside me. Intense protectiveness rushes through me as he repeats my name into my skin.

My thoughts dissolve until only one remains—I wish we could do this forever. I wish Hayden wanted what I wanted.

After a moment, he pulls back with an incredulous expression. The only noise in the apartment is the pounding of my pulse in my ears and the sound of us catching our breaths.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he asks, and we both laugh.

With my fingertip, I trace the line of his bottom lip, but he dips down to catch my mouth again. "Just the opposite."