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“I left when Steven died.”

“It’s cool.” She took a step closer. “You did the cleaning. You should have waited. I would have done it.”

“I was awake anyway. But I have to ask—what did you do in here last night? There was food everywhere.”

She shrugged. “We had this whole power thing going. Ended up in a bit of a fight.”

“A food fight?”

“Yeah. You never had one of those?”

“Not that I remember.”

“You haven’t lived. And I meant to clean up, really I did, but I thought I had all night. You did rather hint that you might not come back… And I was tired and…” She trailed off.

“I told you, it’s no problem. I’m just grateful you gave up your Saturday night.”

“My pleasure.” Well, the later part anyway. “So how did the party go? How come you didn’t spend the night in the arms of the perfect Diana?”

His lips twitched. “Maybe perfect doesn’t turn me on.”

She traced the line of silky hair that ran down the middle of his stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. “What does turn you on, Captain Matt?”

“Last night I had a hankering for a bad girl.”

“Is that how you see me?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t it how you see yourself?” He raised one hand, lightly touched the nose stud, and then trailed down the curve of her cheeks, leaving tingles in his wake, down her throat, pausing on the rapid pulse point, then lower, down her chest to where the V of her robe hindered his progress.

With his other hand, he loosened the belt, and the oversized robe fell open.

“Christ, you are beautiful.” His hand cupped one breast, sending tingles along her nerves to settle in her belly. Then he moved lower. He toyed with the small ring in her belly button, tugging on the tiny diamond. “I never thought I’d have a thing for body piercing, but for some reason, this is as hot as hell.”

“Maybe you should get your nipples pierced,” she suggested. “Or maybe a ring in the end of your cock.”

He winced. “Ouch. I don’t think so.” Then he looked thoughtful. “Would it make it better for you? Have you ever been with anyone…you know…?”

“No.” She giggled. “Maybe it’s not such a good idea. I’d be too scared of you getting it caught on something. Or ripping the condom…or. No, definitely not. Anyway, your cock needs no adornment—it’s perfect as it is.”

“Good. I think.”

Darcy moved closer, so she pressed up against him, feeling the hard length of his perfect erection, and she melted inside. Raising her head as Matt lowered his, their mouths met in a kiss that robbed her of the ability to think. Her arm came up without thought, her hand curling around the back of his neck as his slid beneath the robe to cup her ass and pull her closer.

When the kiss ended, she was gasping for air. Matt stared down at her. “I told myself I was going to be cool this morning, take it slow. But somehow, slow doesn’t work with us.” His hands shifted to her hips, and he lifted her, placing her on the counter behind her. She parted her thighs, and he stepped into the V, lowered his head, and kissed one nipple, then the next. His dark head against her breast was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“I want to take you here, right now, in the goddamned kitchen,” he murmured against her skin, then straightened, with a rueful expression on his face.

“Have you never done it in the kitchen, Captain Matt?”

A smile curled the corners of his lips. “Before last night, I’d never done it in this house, never mind the kitchen.”

“Really?”

“Lulu has had a dampening effect on my libido.”

“Not that I noticed.”

He stared down at her, his hot gaze roaming over her body. “God, you make me feel like a man. But the kitchen will have to be another time. The condoms are upstairs.”