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happening to her? A tornado of sensation swirled through her body, traveling from erogenous zone to erogenous zone, eliciting shivers, tingles, a deep ache that made her clit swell. She’d never felt anything like it.
    “Goddammit, Darcy,” he hissed out.
    He rubbed up against her, each stroke of his impressive erection causing the seam of her jeans to press into her throbbing sex. The telltale signs of orgasm were already beginning to surface, startling the hell out of her. Holy shit. She might actually come. From dry humping.
    The fact that there wasn’t even a door separating them from the masses in the club only thrilled her more. She felt hot and dizzy, helpless to control the unfamiliar sensations. The lightning bolts of lust, the painful throbbing of her clit.
    What was this? How was this happening?
    Reed’s tongue slicked over hers in another greedy kiss as he thrust against her, his hips pistoning erratically. The baseline pulsating in the club served as a soundtrack for their frenzied grinding, their greedy kisses, their desperate moans.
    And that’s when it dawned on her. She knew what this was.
    It was passion.
    Darcy squeezed her eyes shut and lost herself in sensation. God, she wanted to come. She needed to come. Her hips rocked into Reed, frantically seeking relief.
    But just as the pleasure mounted and her sex clenched in anticipation, the delicious friction disappeared.
    In the blink of an eye, Reed had stopped moving, abruptly tearing his mouth from hers.
    “ No ,” she cried out, agony ringing in her voice. “Please don’t stop.”
    …
    Please don’t stop.
    Sweetest, sexiest words he’d ever heard, and if they’d been uttered by anyone else, Reed would’ve kept going in a heartbeat. But this was Darcy.
    AJ’s Darcy.
    She wasn’t his, damn it. She could never be his.
    Breathing hard, he took a hasty step back and averted his eyes. He couldn’t catch even the slightest glimpse of the desire etched into her beautiful face. One look and he’d be a goner, and right now, at least one of them needed to show some restraint.
    And clearly it wasn’t going to be Darcy.
    When he spoke, his voice was gravelly, as if he hadn’t had a sip of water in weeks. “We can’t do this, Darce.”
    “We already are,” she said unhappily. “It’s too late to stop. I don’t want to stop.”
    Like the weak, sex-starved man he was, he couldn’t resist meeting her eyes again.
    And bad fuckin’ idea.
    Her parted lips, still glistening from his kiss, and the rosy flush on her cheeks totally robbed him of breath. Christ, his dick had never been harder. All it would take was a few more thrusts and he’d come in his pants like an inexperienced teenager.
    Which seemed to be precisely what Darcy wanted.
    The wicked temptress stepped closer and boldly palmed the bulge in his pants. “I don’t want to stop,” she repeated.
    She cupped his cock, and his eyes promptly rolled to the top of his head. “Oh sweet Jesus. Don’t touch me. Don’t tempt me.”
    Misery clung to her voice. “Please, Reed, don’t make me go home like this. I’m aching. I’m…God, I need this.”
    The anguished plea snapped the last thread of his control. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. He just released a wild growl and pushed her against the wall again. He shoved one leg between her thighs, his groin throbbing to the point of agony.
    “ Damn you,” he hissed out.
    She gasped when his mouth latched onto hers again. Reed’s brain turned to mush as he kissed her. All he could concentrate on was the softness of her lips, her intoxicating taste, her sweet vanilla scent. One trembling hand cupped her firm ass to keep her tight against him, while the other drifted up to her chest so he could squeeze one full breast. Her tank top was enticingly thin, her bra even thinner, and he groaned when he felt the outline of her puckered nipple poking into his palm.
    “I’m gonna come,” he choked out. “Any second now. I can’t stop