Darcy pushes her way out of the bar and into the night, not caring at all about the umbrella left forgotten at the table as the rain soaks them both. Steve grabs her hand, locks their fingers together, and a jolt of excitement shoots all the way through her body at the simple gesture. They just met a few hours ago and haven't even kissed yet, but she knows as soon as they're on the other side of that motel room door what's going to happen between them.

And she wants it to happen more than she wants to breathe right now.

They're completely drenched when they reach their room and Darcy fumbles for the key in her purse to unlock the door. His solid chest is pressed against her back and she can feel the heat of his skin seeping through their cold, wet clothes, and she shivers when his broad hands palm her hips. She whirls around and his mouth crushes against hers. It's sort of painful, that first hurried meeting of their lips, but he shifts the angle just slightly and everything clicks. Her head swims when his tongue presses past her lips and into her mouth to curl furiously around hers and she moans in response, grabbing handfuls of his wet shirt to pull him closer.

Steve breaks the kiss and lets go of one hip long enough to pluck the key from her hand and undo the lock. Her heart is knocking so hard against her ribs in anticipation she wonders if he can hear it even over the rumbling thunder in the distance. Darcy pushes up on her toes and softly kisses the underside of his jaw; the fingers still wrapped around her hip flex impatiently and the low growl he makes in the back of his throat deepens the already pulsing ache between her thighs. He gets the door open and his mouth is hot on hers again. Gripping both hips, he pushes her back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

He plucks the hat off her head, letting it drop carelessly to the floor, and sinks his hands into her hair, curving one around the nape of her neck. The callouses on his fingertips send pinpricks of heat skittering up her spine and she knows the goose bumps dotting her skin have little to do with the air conditioning. Darcy inches closer, hands clutched on his shoulders, and when Steve nips hard at her bottom lip, she whimpers and swears that her toes curl inside her boots. He's goddamn great at kissing and she wants more. Darcy clasps a hand around the back of his head and kisses him again, deeper, messier than before.

His calloused hands slide down to grip her thighs and he hauls her up off the ground, turning around to press her against the door. Jesus. Her head falls back with a thump when he rolls his hips and she feels how hard he is against her center. "God," she moans and lifts her head enough to bring their mouths together, fingers clutching his wet hair to hold him in place. Steve holds her to the door with just his hips pressed intimately against her and slides his hands up her body. One wraps around her neck, fingers tangling in her hair and the other cups her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple through her clothing. She already feels too much and she can barely think. "This is crazy," she pants when his tongue drags along the curve of her jaw, and she swears unintelligibly when his teeth tug at her earlobe. "So crazy," she says again, "insane."

Steve lifts his head and she whines at the loss of his lips on her throat. "Say the word and we'll stop," he says, eyes locked on hers.

Darcy shakes her head and runs a hand down his face. "I don't want to stop." She swallows hard and hopes like hell he doesn't decide to pump the breaks here. "Do you?"

"Hell no." He grins and she answers with a grin of her own before wiggling her hips and leaning forward to tease the seam of his lips with her tongue.

"Good," she murmurs as she kisses him.

Steve wakes up the next morning wrapped around Darcy, his arm slung across her middle and their legs tangled beneath the sheets. The light in the room is dim and gray and the sound of rain falling steadily on the tin roof overhead is almost enough to lull him right back to sleep. He glances at the clock and sees that it's barely 9:00. That is sleeping in for him normally, but he and Darcy let go of each other for the final time only a few hours ago when the exhaustion took over.

Last night was unlike any he'd ever experienced. Sure, he'd had sex before with his ex-girlfriends, but everything with Darcy had been so intense and wild. And fun. God, did they have fun together. He's half hard just thinking about it as highlights from last night loop through his brain. The way her full tits bounced as he frantically drove himself into her; how she dug her red fingernails into his chest while she rode him slowly; the guttural sounds she made while he had her bent over the table and fucked her from behind; the wicked look in her eyes when she sank down on her knees and sucked him off.

She looks peaceful now, almost innocent while she sleeps; all that lush brown hair fanned over the pillow, full, pink lips parted slightly, dark lashes contrasting against the pale skin of her cheekbones. Darcy sighs and shifts closer to him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. Her warm hand settles on his hip and her breasts tease his chest with every breath she takes, and he's fully hard again.

Steve carefully untangles his body from hers, and she lets out a little whine he shouldn't find as cute as he does and he rolls her onto her back. He slides down the bed, pulling the covers with him as he goes, and spreads her legs apart, hooking his arms around them. He slowly kisses up the inside of one thigh and brushes his nose along her center to breathe in the scent of her. She smells so wonderful that he has to roll his hips into the mattress to ease some of the ache of his erection. The flat of his tongue licks a teasing stripe up her slit and he closes his eyes, savoring her heady, sweet flavor. He teases her some more, grinning against her center when her thigh twitches involuntarily beneath his hand. She moans softly when he licks her again and one of her hands slides into his hair to hold on to him. His eyes flick to her face and he sees she's still asleep. He's content to lap lazily at her pussy until she's awake; eat her until she comes all over his tongue and begs him to stop. Darcy jerks when he swirls his tongue around her clit; he watches her face and does it again.

"God, Steve," she groans, her voice thick with sleep, heavy eyes blinking open. He winks at her and buries his tongue deep inside her, making her back arch on the bed. She tightens her hands in his hair and pulls his head closer to her pussy, her hips moving slowly in tight circles against his mouth. Everything about it is so fucking good and he thinks could probably come just from the desperate sounds she's making and the taste of her on his tongue. He laps and flicks at her clit again, making her squirm and whimper. "Right there, right there, right there," she breathes, biting her lip, unfocused eyes watching him while drives her closer to the edge. Her legs start shaking and he knows she's almost there.

Steve sucks her clit into his mouth and bites down. Her whole body bows and goes rigid and a high-pitched, broken sound tears from her lips. It's fucking sexy, is what it is, knowing he pulled that sound from her. He keeps swirling his tongue deliberately around her while she comes down. "Steve," Darcy laughs breathlessly, trying to close her legs. Grinning against her center, he laps at her some more until she finally pushes his head away. He pulls back, chuckling, and presses a kiss to the crease of her thigh. "Come up here," she orders.

Taking his time, he kisses his way back up her body. "Hell of a wake-up call," she says, smirking once they're face to face, and gives him a deep, dirty kiss, hands curving around the sides of his face.

"I had to have you again and you were sound asleep," he mumbles against her mouth. "I got creative."

Darcy huffs out a laugh and hooks a leg around his waist to pull him closer. "I'll say."

Steve sits back on his heels, ignoring her whine of protest, and rubs the head of his cock teasingly along her opening. Her whine turns to a moan when he taps her clit with the head of his dick, and he's so hard it's painful. He groans when she pushes her hips up and draws him into her body. "Fuck," he growls when he rocks his hips forward and bottoms out inside her. He hooks his arms under her knees and ratchets his hips frantically because his release is dangerously close already. No condom. Shit. Darcy's got her hands braced against the headboard and her tits are bouncing wildly while he fucks her and it's suddenly too much. He pulls out and grabs his cock, stroking it twice before coming on her stomach. A full shudder runs through his body and he squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing hard and focusing on getting his breathing under control. Darcy lays a hand on his knee and he opens his eyes. "Darcy, 'm sorry," he says.

"Don't be. It's pretty hot actually," she tells him with a sleepy smile.

"I mean about forgetting the condom. I'm sorry."

"I'm on birth control, Steve, it's fine. I would have stopped you otherwise."

"Okay," he breathes out and leans over to kiss her lazily. "Want some breakfast?" he asks against her lips.

"Desperately," she replies, running her fingers through his hair, nails scratching lightly on his neck. "Are you going to brave the elements for us?"

"Yep," he smiles and nips at her bottom lip. "We need fuel if we're going to keep doing this."

"Absolutely. It's only Saturday," she says quietly. "Just imagine what we can accomplish by Monday." There's a wicked gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips, and a laugh rumbles through his chest.

"I'm lookin' forward to it," he says. Steve gives her another quick kiss and pushes off the bed.

Darcy holds her hands up and he helps her to her feet. His eyes rake down her naked body. "Oh, no you don't," she scolds, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Don't look at me like that. I'm starving and my body needs a break. I'm going to take a shower." He grins crookedly and when she turns he smacks her playfully on the ass. "Steve," she admonishes laughingly. She grabs a pillow off the bed and hits him with it, making him chuckle.

"You sure you don't want some company in there?" he calls when she walks into the bathroom.

"Next time, soldier," she yells back and closes the door.

Steve smiles and pulls some clean clothes from his duffel bag, deciding he's definitely holding her to that before the weekend is over.

"Jesus Christ," Darcy huffs as she collapses on top of Steve. Her heart is hammering in her chest, breathing erratic, as they become a tangle of sweaty limbs, and she can feel Steve's heart pounding against her cheek.

"That was really good," Steve pants and swallows hard, one hand slipping into her hair.

Good is an understatement for whatever that just was, because she came so hard she's still seeing spots. She shifts to rest her chin on his chest and looks up at him through lowered lashes. "You have the dirtiest mouth," she tells him, trailing a finger over the stubble on his jaw. "Seriously, that thing is fucking filthy." His careless shrug and almost boyish grin are a stark contrast to the things he was saying while they were fucking; he keeps surprising her with the various facets of his personality.

"I don't know how to respond to that," he chuckles.

Darcy giggles at that and presses a kiss to his chest. "I'll say thank you, because I don't think I've ever come that hard before."

"Well, you're welcome, then," he teases, wagging his eyebrows.

She draws herself up enough to kiss the corner of his mouth before rolling off him, sighing when the air hits her skin and instantly cools her body down. He gets out of bed to walk into the bathroom and her eyes follow him. His body is unbelievably gorgeous, and she can't stop looking at him. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she sees that it's almost dinner time. Rain is still pouring down outside and the sound against the roof just makes her want to curl up under the covers and not venture out for dinner. She saw a pizza menu by the phone earlier, so they'll probably just order in.

Sex has definitely been the main focus of their time together so far, but they've talked a lot and gotten to know each other a bit more, and god, doesn't that sound terrible? She's getting to know the man that's been inside her over and over again since they met yesterday. Whatever. He's an interesting guy, sweet and funny, too. They also curled up together and watched a movie earlier and it's the best day she's had in—well, ever sounds too dramatic, but it might be true, she thinks. They still have the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow together and she's going to soak up every second of it.

Darcy rolls over and grabs Steve's discarded t-shirt on the floor and slips that over her head before snuggling down under the covers. He walks out of the bathroom and pulls on a pair of shorts and climbs back in bed. "Hungry?" he asks.

"Famished. Pizza?"

He grins. "Sounds great."

She reaches for her cell phone and it rings in her hand. "Yikes, it's my dad. Definitely not answering that," she mutters, and presses ignore.

"Why not?" he wonders.

Darcy laughs a bit. "Because I'm a bad liar and I don't want him guessing what I'm up to this weekend. I'm living in this sex bubble with you until Monday. I'll talk to him then."

"Sex bubble?" he laughs.

She shrugs one shoulder carelessly and skims the menu for the pizza place. "How about sex den?" she suggests. "Love shack?"

"You're funny, Darcy."

After she orders the pizza, she rolls on her side to face him and props her head up on her hand. "So, what were we talking about before we got distracted by sex?"

Steve's eyebrow cocks up questioningly. "Which time?" he asks and they both laugh.

"Fair point. I think you were talking about New York," she offers.

"Yeah, about that," he starts, looking down at the bed and toying with the ends of her hair. "I really wanna see you when we're both back in the city." He lifts his eyes to hers and the smile he gives her makes her heart stutter a bit. "What d'you think? Can I take you on a date in September?"

A warm smile beams across her face and she nods. "I'd really like that," she says softly.

Steve curves his hand over her jaw and drops his mouth to hers to sip slowly at her lips. "Good," he murmurs, grinning into the kiss.