Because he was no longer fourteen, he recognized an aroused female when he saw one. Miracle of miracles, Darcie Ingram wanted him.And he wanted her. No surprise there. The dinner cart shielded her view of how much he wanted her, but the denim fly of his jeans was stretched painfully across the evidence of his intense longing. He’d never imagined this scene was remotely possible, and yet here he was with only a dinner cart between him and a flushed and willing Darcie, who was presently sitting on a king-sized bed.Pushing aside the dinner cart and acting on that mutual impulse to have sex would be so easy. He’d even been crass enough to buy condoms today and tuck one in his pocket before walking to her room. Nothing stood in the way of making all his adolescent dreams come true.Well, nothing except the fact that grabbing her now would be extremely adolescent, and he liked to believe that he had more class than that at the age of thirty-two. He liked to believe he had more control, more ability to savor the moment and take everything in its own time.He blew out a breath and willed his erection to subside.
