Darcy pulled back barely a centimetre and gasped as her hand moved up a little, but any thought that he might be objecting would be quickly squashed as he almost immediately sank back into her kiss. The hand on her shoulder slid round to her back, and held her gently so that she would get the message to stay so close, that he did want her to be right there.
Oh, God, had he not just gone off on one at her mother for even suggesting this situation? Well, he might have felt a bit of an idiot if he’d had space in his brain to think of anything other than her lips and her body against his.
When he felt that he couldn’t possibly handle another second without snapping, he pulled back on a breath, just an inch or so. “Iloveyou-“ he said breathlessly before his brain had a moment to catch up. Oh, shit - had he said that out loud?