Darcy followed her inside, closed the door behind them, and his jacket and hat were as quickly discarded as hers was. He smiled back at her, surprised to find that he felt a little nervous suddenly. Every time they had started to go a little too far, it had been just a heat of the moment action. It hadn’t been pre-meditated. But now they both knew why she’d came in.
Christ, if he was nervous, he had to consider how she might feel. He would have to take charge, in the least threatening sense of the word. He took a step forward to meet her, gently cupped her cheek in his hand, and kissed her again.