Darius pov
I stood quickly. Swallowed the sound with a fierce kiss. My lips crushed against hers. Hard enough to bruise. I spoke against her mouth. “Quiet, love. I don’t want your brothers rushing in here thinking I’m killing their little sister.”
Her hands went to my chest. Fingers trembling as they found the buttons of my shirt. One by one she worked them free. The fabric parted slowly as she pushed it off my shoulders. Let it fall to the floor in a heap.
The cool air hit my bare skin. Raised goosebumps along my arms. But her hands were warm as they slid down my chest. Over my ribs, traced the muscles of my stomach. Lower.
She fumbled with the laces of my trousers. Her fingers shook. Whether from nerves or anticipation I couldn't tell. The ties came loose as she tugged the fabric do
