Darcy felt glued to her, unwilling to let go again even though she had taken the jacket back off. And he really was listening to her, even if at the same time he was busy watching her lips move. She had such fantastic lips, and when he was close to her like this all he could think about was being permitted to kiss them.
“You’ve made everything a lot easier. You’ve just tried to ease me in rather than giving a shove, and indonappreciate that, you know,” he told her, eyes moving up from her lips to look into her eyes. Oh, God - there was that look again, the same look she’d had in the library. Eyes practically begging him - or was it just his wishful thinking?