Page 157 of Rising Heat

She stirs beneath my hand, waking slowly, letting out a soft exhale before her eyes find mine.

“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice still rough with sleep.

“Morning.”

She smiles to herself before stretching against me without any hurry, warm skin sliding against mine beneath the blankets, and I watch her the same way I have since sometime around midnight—without bothering to hide it anymore.

Darcy props herself up on one elbow, her fingers wandering absentmindedly through the hair on my chest before she catches me still looking.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“That look.”

“What look?”

She squints at me.

“The one where you’re staring at me like you’re trying to solve a problem.”

The corner of my mouth pulls.

“Maybe I am.”

“And?”

“Still working on it.”

She smiles like that’s answer enough, then pushes up onto her knees and settles over my hips. My hands find her bare thighs automatically as she straddles me.

I’ve never had much interest in being anybody’s good boy. But Darcy, barely awake in my T-shirt with her hair still a mess from sleep and that look in her eyes, could ask me for the world right now and I’d hand it over without a second thought.

My palms ghost over her hips while I let her set the pace. She shifts against me slowly, fully aware of exactly what she’s doing to me. The shirt rides higher over her thighs as she moves, and her mouth parting slightly before she bites that plump lower lip when she feels how hard I already am for her.

Jesus.

I watch through hooded eyes as she reaches between us and angles herself before sinking onto my cock. I let her adjust until she finds her rhythm, then I let her take what she needs, which is not something I do for everyone.

But I can’t help it when she’s fucking gorgeous like this—completely at ease, taking exactly what she wants without asking permission.

She rolls her hips slowly, getting herself off on me, and I don’t interrupt once.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my hands tightening just enough at her hips to let her know I’m there. “Take what you need.”

She starts to rock faster, her wetness soaking me and making me almost lose it. I slide one hand over hers where it rests against my chest, lacing our fingers together as I meet her thrust for thrust. It’s not too long before she comes with her fingers digging into me, my name falling from her lips, and I’m right behind her because I don’t have it in me to hold back anymore where she’s concerned.

I wanna wake up like this every morning.

We lay there for a while after, her cheek back on my chest, my hand tracing lazily up and down her spine.

I’ve got a forty-eight starting in two hours. I should get moving. Normally I’d already be downstairs making coffee before shift.

Instead I’m still here.

“I’m on shift today,” I say. “Forty-eight.”

Her head lifts almost immediately.