Juliet’s thighs tightened around her head, as she let out a hoarse cry, coming around Darcy’s fingers. Juliet coming for herwhileDarcy was coming made her pleasure increase ten-fold. She did her best to keep working her tongue over Juliet’s clit throughout her orgasm. She felt lightheaded at the intensity when Juliet pulled her close, rocking intently down against Darcy’s mouth, taking what she needed.
When Juliet released her, her legs dropping to the bed on their side of Darcy, she dropped her head to the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
Holy shit.
“Come up here,” Juliet half-asked, half-told, patting the mattress next to her.
Darcy’s limbs felt deliciously heavy, but she listened without any hesitation, wanting to be close to Juliet. She summoned all of her strength and crawled up the bed, sprawling one of her legs over Juliet’s, pressing her face against her soft pillow.
Then she took a deep inhale, Juliet’s scent making her heart flutter.
“Before you fall asleep, I need to ask you a couple of questions.”
Darcy half-laughed, half-groaned, as she gathered the strength to push herself up onto her elbow. “I’m not falling asleep. See?” She deliberately widened her eyes at Juliet.
Though it had started as a joke, she then truly trailed her gaze slowly over Juliet’s body, her throat running dry.
It was far from the first time she’d been with Juliet, but… laying the way she was right now, propped up on her pillows, a light sheen of sweat on her body – Darcy had never understood how someone could sweatdelicatelybefore, but she understood it now – as she laid naked on top of her covers…
Darcy still had Juliet’s taste in her mouth, she couldn’t feel more gratified if shetried, and still she wanted more. She wanted to give Juliet every ounce of pleasure she could possibly take.
Juliet pointedly cleared her throat, sliding her own fingertips up from her waist, over the side of her breast, up her neck, and Darcy followed that touch like she’d been mandated to.
Right until she landed on the smug, delighted grin on Juliet’s lips.
“Um… what were you saying?” She asked, having absolutely no recollection of what Juliet had brought up only moments ago.
Juliet’s smile sharpened, before she breathed out a chuckle. “Isaid, I have questions. So, focus.”
Darcy had to close her eyes, nodding firmly. She could do that, she could focus.
With a deep breath, she pushed herself to sit up against the headboard, facing forward. “Ready to focus.”
“Ridiculous,” Juliet murmured, her tone colored with affection, as she, too, sat up. “First…”
Juliet reached out, gently grabbing Darcy’s jaw and turning her eyes back to Juliet once more, her expression both amused and exasperated.
“You said to focus, and I’m feeling very easily distracted by you right now,” she defended herself.
Try as Juliet might be, she couldn’t tamp down the smile on her lips, and Darcy loved being the cause. “Well,first,I want to ask how you’ve been sleeping?”
She tilted her head in thought, before she shrugged. “Not as bad as I was.” She licked her lips, holding Juliet’s stare. “But if what you’re really asking is if I want to be sleeping in here with you and not in your guest room, the answer is yes.”
Visible relief slid through Juliet, and Darcy felt stupidly proud of herself. She really did feel like she had that missing puzzle piece, though. Like things about Juliet made a lot more sense, and shegot it. Got her.
“Okay, good.” Juliet rolled her lips as she broke their eye contact. She looked across the room, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I also was asking because… I just wanted to know,” she admitted, quietly. “I think about that.” She took in a deep breath, before turning to look at her. “About you.”
Darcy felt like her smile was made of pure sunshine, warming her from the inside out. “Oh?”
Juliet pursed her lips, shaking her head, but it didn’t disguise her smile. “Yeah, well.” She cleared her throat. “You should be sleeping well. BecauseJukebox Calamityis incredible. And it deserves all of the praise it’s getting.”
Scratch that –nowDarcy’s smile was pure sunshine, like she couldn’t contain the giddiness that lit her up inside. “You think so? Really?”
“You’ve seen all of the reviews coming in. Critics, audiences. You know people love it.”
Darcy did know. And she’d cried heavy, relieved, overwhelmed tears the day after the album had come out. But, “Your opinion means more to me.”
Which was saying something.