Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon:

…He took out a fresh shirt, staring at it in his hand as if deciding whether or not to put it on. She looked at his bed, reeling inside.

“Lothar?” she managed. How did a girl go about asking her best friend if he wanted to deflower her, anyway?

He pulled his shirt over his head, fixed his jeans; with some effort she didn’t fail to notice.

He still wanted her.

“I need to go.”

“Lothar, prašau,” she said in Lithuanian. Please.

“I can’t.”

“You can have me whenever you want,” she whispered.

He turned swiftly, closed the space between them, and dragged her into him hard, Danielle grunting from the impact. Oh, here we go again, but it’s okay, I can take it. His strangled groan tore out her heart. She thought for sure she had him this time, but he didn’t move, stood there tense and shaking instead…