Darcy let her pull him closer, pressing up against her as best as he could given their current angle. Her moan sent a shiver down his back, and he found himself in a bit of a moral dilemma. It was the typical devil and angel on his shoulders scenario, with one side telling him that surely he had the self-control to wait, especially now that he was certain to count on a wedding night to follow. The other side agreed - a wedding night will follow, so what did it matter? If she ends up pregnant, marry quicker, it's all the same.
He wished he could tell them to shut up, but shouting at your own conscience in the middle of a kiss was generally considered oddball behaviour.