Juliet walked closer toward her, looking as serious as she would if someone had died.
She came to a stop right in front of Darcy, staring her in the eye. “I’m saying that asrealadvice, okay? You might hate it, but that’s the deal.”
Darcydidhate it. In fact, she hated it a lot.
“I guess it’s a good thing I’ve never felt the urge to hit the party scene,” she muttered, wryly.
Juliet breathed out a laugh. “Yeah, it is.”
Darcy supposed it wasn’t all that different than seeing someone cheat on his wife while she was working at the bar.
With a deep breath, Darcy pushed aside her lingering distaste about everything Juliet had shared with her. And, on one level, she did really appreciate Juliet right now. She was being honest with Darcy, telling her upfront what was what.
“Care to share why you aren’t wearing the fancy lingerie this time?” She asked, very much wanting to get back to the main reason she was here.
The sly look that slid onto Juliet’s face was a welcome sight. “I wanted you to take me in the dress I was wearing when I won.”
Yeah, that worked to get Darcy right back into the right mindset as she ran her eyes up and down Juliet once more.
“I want you to fuck me, hard. Even more than last time. And I want you to look me right in the eye when I come. I want to remember everything about tonight.”
All it took was Juliet’s words and her delivery to make Darcy’s knees feel weak, to make the desire slide through her veins until her hands started to tremble with it.
Darcy wasverysure she’d be sleeping well tonight.
Chapter Eighteen
Juliet had figuredout her rules of engagement in terms of her sex life by trial and error.
She’d learned about not sleeping with women who were out of the closet after having had a fling with an actress five years ago. Neither of them had developed feelings, but the actress had eventually made it clear that all of Juliet’s precautions and preparations bothered her.
Fair enough. But Juliet couldn’t change that, so they’d parted ways.
And now, the women she fucked were closeted just like she was, and none of them had the desire to do anything that could be interpreted as salacious. Usually, it included spending the night together, just in case.
They had privacy at her home, though, so she didn’t really care aboutthat.
It was just – it really was the Darcy factor.
She thought about this as she sat in her bed, head tilted to the side, as she watched Darcy wake up. Her eyes were bleary and sleepy, blinking several times as she took in her surroundings. While Juliet was sitting with her back against her headboard,Darcy had been lying on her stomach, her head turned to the side facing Juliet.
“I really do hope you aren’t going to deny – again – sleeping so deeply it gives me concern until I can feel that you’re breathing,” she commented, arching a look down at Darcy as she rolled onto her back.
Darcy narrowed her eyes up at her, reaching up to shove her hair out of her face. “I don’t sleep like that, though,” Darcy denied, her voice a little rough from sleep.
The sound skittered down Juliet’s spine, pleasantly.
She smirked, taking a sip of her tea. “I have spent two nights with you, so I would beg to differ. I got up, opened the shades to let the sun in, opened and closed my closet to get my robe–” She gestured at herself. “Granted, I wasn’t trying to wake you up today, but you didn’t even stir.”
Darcy’s lips were ticked up into a small smile, something… giddy? Undeniably excited, as she breathed out a long, luxurious sigh. “The thing is that Idon’tsleep well,” she informed Juliet after a few seconds.
That smile slipped from Darcy’s lips, as she pushed herself up to sit next to her. Darcy’s bare shoulder brushed against Juliet’s robe.
Her favorite thing, she decided, skimming her eyes down Darcy, was how very unashamed Darcy was about her nudity. All soft and warm and freshly woken up, just like the first morning. Not that Darcy hadanythingto be ashamed about, but that was the thing. Juliet had been with a handful of women who were all, objectively, beautiful. But being constantly photographed and criticized and having every little part of your body picked apart like you weren’t even a real person… it could take a toll even on the most beautiful woman in the world.
So, she really did enjoy that Darcy simply let her look, without making any excuses. It was incredibly attractive to her,and Juliet let that thrum through her, as she brought her gaze back to Darcy’s face.
But Darcy wasn’t looking at her; she was looking across the room, her lips pursed slightly in thought.