The moment she drew back and began stroking him through his pants, his breath caught and his head fell back slightly. Bash's mouth was set between denying her and the pleasure he was feeling. He was staring intently into her eyes, trying to will her to take it further. A groan escaped his lips as she pressed harder against him.
Kissing Darcy hard and hungrily, Bash grasped her hips and flipped them so she was on her back and he was hovering over her. He nipped at her bottom lip before pressing his body down against hers and kissing her more thoroughly. "Fuck, Darcy..."