Free Forever After by Karen Rose Smith

was back with tall glasses.  After setting them on the coffee table, she lit on the sofa a few inches from Seth.  He crooked her chin toward him.  The heat radiating from his eyes could have toasted marshmallows.  He stroked her cheekbones with his thumbs.  Slowly, he bent toward her.  When his lips met hers, his hand slid under her hair, holding her where he wanted her.  He opened his lips slowly.  The tip of his tongue played across her mouth asking for entrance.
    Darcy was so sweet, almost childlike.  Seth felt as if he were trespassing on virgin territory.  His desire began to explode as he tasted, dipped, possessed...opening her to his power.  He found the sweet flesh of her cheeks, explored the roof of her mouth, repetitively stroked her tongue.  Why was this lady so different?  How could she excite him so thoroughly, so quickly?  When he'd kissed her at the track, he'd kept it short, knowing much more of her passionate response would make him uncomfortable for the rest of the evening.  He got aroused watching her, smelling her, and touching her.  This...now...was exactly what he'd wanted since he met her.
    Darcy responded tentatively and he wanted more.  "Give me your tongue," he murmured.
    Obediently, she nudged into his mouth.  He gave a low groan, inhaling her fragrance, tasting her sweetness, losing his way.  As Seth brushed his fingers through her hair, Darcy curiously kneaded up and down his back as if she were discovering, learning, investigating.  When her tongue dueled with his, advancing then retreating, he shuddered, his body throbbing.
    Seth felt like a man starving for whatever Darcy could offer.  He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave him.  In the past, he'd pleasured his partners mechanically.  With Darcy, he wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her.  He kissed her again and again.  Withdrawing, pressing in deeply.  Withdrawing, flicking forward.  Withdrawing, angling his tongue at varied tempos until she clung to him.
    Slowly ending the kiss, he pushed her down onto the sofa while his lips pecked along her chin, down her neck, across her shoulder.  She writhed under him and arched up.  He was stunned by her response.  Could she truly want him that much?  He'd never found a woman who needed with the same hunger as a man, who was willing to forget pretense and make-up and hairdo, to let herself go enough to be mindless with desire.  No, he'd never met a woman like that.
    Darcy rubbed against him wanting more friction.  Pleasure, so strong it shook him, soared through him.  He stopped, studied, savored each of the freckles on her arm while he worked his knee between her legs and unbuttoned her bodice.  His arousal slanted against her hip.  As he rubbed against her, he couldn't keep back a groan of pleasure.  The sound opened Darcy's eyes.  They were wild with a need he could hardly believe.  He wanted to fill it.
    With deliberate attention, he kissed the pulse at her throat, then centimeter by centimeter moved toward the lacy bra covering her breasts.  The thought of discovering whether the crest would be pink or dusky rose, the thought of playing with the nipple with his tongue increased the deep, dark hunger swelling inside him.  He cupped one small mound in his hand and played his finger over the peak, causing a whimper to escape her throat.
    His voice was hoarse with desire.  "I could feel these when we were dancing...when I kissed you.  I wanted to touch them...hold them."  He pushed her bodice aside so his lips could taste the half moon above the airy bra.  Tormenting himself for a moment, he simply stared, anticipating.  Releasing the front clasp, he found pink satin tips.  So precious.  So pert.  So like Darcy.  He brought mouth to bud and rasped his tongue over the crest.
    Darcy moaned and arched against him.  He loved watching her sinuous moves, knowing he was the cause.  When she moaned again, his lips caught her nipple and