Darcy gave her a little nod, feeling his heart picking up a little speed. She touched his knee, and it was like a shock of electricity rushing through him. He was suddenly very aware that he was wearing a lot less clothing than he had been last time. That had provided some sort of literal and figurative barrier before, but now he felt strangely vulnerable. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling; it was a little exciting.
He mirrored her lip licking, eyes dropping to look at hers just for a second before he leaned in slowly. One hand lifted from her shoulder to gently touch her cheek, and he pressed a kiss against her lips.