Page 36 of First Impressions
Her subsequent silence and deep blush indicated that she recognized her mistake; Darcy gave her a half smile.
“I ordered everything on the breakfast menu. You should eat something.” He moved so that she could see behind him into the room to the table covered in food.
Of course, he did.Beth sighed and rolled her eyes at his commanding tone.What about him? Had he eaten?He looked like he wanted to eat her for breakfast, that was for sure; his thin sweats not concealing well his arousal. She couldn’t comprehend how he could desire her like this, her hair and face a mess, covered in a giant, unattractive hotel robe. Herstomach grumbled, reminding her that he was right. She did need to eat something.
Giving her a stare that said that he had heard her body, he turned and walked into the dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table and picked up the Wall Street Journal that was waiting for him. Beth followed him into the room, looking at the buffet laid out on the table.He wasn’t kidding.He really had ordered everything on the menu: eggs cooked in every possible way, bacon, sausage, toast, pancakes, fruit, smoked salmon, yogurt, and granola, cereal, muffins, croissants. Her mouth was watering. She picked up a plate and loaded it with scrambled eggs, some bacon, 2 pancakes, pineapple, and a chocolate croissant. Darcy looked over from his newspaper at her plate and nodded approvingly. Not that she cared at this point what he thought of her eating habits; she was starving.
She glanced over at Darcy as he picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip; he looked like a model. As he put the cup back down, she saw his knuckles were split and bruised. Remembering that he had punched George brought back a rush of concern for her friend.
“Is George ok?” She saw his face darken at the mention of that name.
“He’s fine. The doctor checked him again this morning,” he said tightly.
“Oh, good.” Her sigh of relief seemed to irritate him more. “You didn’t have to punch him, you know. He was drunk. I’m sure he doesn’t even remember saying those things.”
The stare he gave her chilled her to the bone. “Do you enjoy provoking me?”
Beth bit her lip.
Ok, Mr. Intolerable, guess that subject is off limits.
She looked away and began eating again when she realized that he hadn’t fixed himself a plate.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
He looked up at her from his paper, his eyes hungry with desire. “What I’m going to eat isn’t quite ready yet.”
His eyes bore into hers, his subtle meaning quite clear as to just what he planned on eating. If she hadn’t just finisheda bite, she probably would have choked at his nonchalant insinuation; her mouth parting and sucking in a gasp of air. Her whole body was immediately on fire, her face flushing; she shifted in her chair to cross her legs as she felt wetness seep out from between her thighs. Man, she really wished she could have found her underwear this morning.
“If you mean breakfast though, I had some before I went to the gym this morning.” He took a sip of his coffee and went back to reading his paper.
The injection of anticipation into her veins completely quenched any remaining hunger. She set her fork down and pushed her plate away, grateful that she had eaten most of the food on it. Remembering how she looked, Beth stood up from the table suddenly very self-conscious about her appearance and cleanliness.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she responded to his raised eyebrows. “If that’s ok.”
His eyes darkened as he nodded his assent.
She crossed the hall back into the bedroom, glancing at the bed and wondering what she was in store for. In the bathroom, she checked to make sure there was shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel inside of the shower. She turned on the water, letting it start to steam up the room. Dropping the bathrobe on the floor next to the shower door, she stepped into the hot stream of water. She closed her eyes as the heat warmed and washed her body, soothing her aching muscles. Squirting some shampoo into her hands, she lathered it into her hair, massaging her head for a minute before turning around to let the water wash away the suds. Her eyes were closed as she rinsed out her hair when she felt a cool breeze rush over the front of her body; her nipples hardened with the sudden temperature change, goosebumps spreading all over her body. She didn’t have to see at that moment to know that Darcy had opened the shower door and was watching her.
Wiping her face with her hands to make sure there was no soap left in her eyes, she moved her head out of the shower stream and opened her eyes; her gaze instantly met his. He stood outside the shower, with the door open, naked and veryaroused. Fire burned through her, her body greedily awaiting the pleasure his stare promised.
“I’ll wash you.” His brief attempt at an explanation.
Sounded like that wasn’t all he was going to do.And she was more than fine with it. Even though they had barely talked, about anything, all she felt around him was the consuming desire to be with him; he was like an addiction and she only came to her senses once Mr. High (and Mighty) was gone. He stepped into the shower, ending all thought.
She stood there, taking in the spectacular sight of him, aroused and glisteningly covered in water. He reached around her and grabbed the conditioner, squeezing some into his palm.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed mutely, stepping slightly out of the water and giving him her back. He lathered the conditioner in his hands and slowly massaged it into her hair and scalp. Her eyes closed and she felt like she could have fallen asleep right there; he was an incredible masseur. He massaged her temples, along the top of her head, and when he got to the back of her neck, her head draped forward in utter relaxation. He spun her back to face him and inched her back under the water, letting it wash the conditioner out of her hair.
She peeked out at him from under her lashes as he began to lather up a washcloth with soap. His face was intensely focused on his task, but she could feel the desire radiating off of him. His arousal was hard and very, very large.No wonder she was sore down there.As he finished, she turned back around into the water to wash off her face, suddenly self-conscious about standing in front of him naked. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to make his next move.
She felt the soft, soap-lathered cotton on the tops of her shoulders, rubbing gentle circles as he washed her back. She’d never had anyone wash her back before. Boy, could she get used to this. Done with her back, she heard him bend down as he began to wash her legs. Moving up from her ankles to her calves, to her thighs, she winced slightly as the washcloth skimmed her ass, the skin still tender from his spanking. Hisstrong hands massaged her sore cheeks as he gently washed her skin, brushing the cloth in between her thighs purposefully close to her swollen folds. She found herself sighing into the shower stream, enjoying his reverential treatment.
Resting his hands on her shoulders, he moved her around to face him again so he could finish his task. She moved her forearms up and crossed them over her chest, semi-shielding her upper body from his view. He scowled at her, the expression marring his pristinely handsome face. His hands moved down from her shoulders to unlock her arms and force them to her side. A look of desirous appreciation replaced the scowl and she saw his jaw muscles flex as his teeth clenched in need.
“God, you are exquisite.” His words came out in a harsh whisper and judging from how much larger his erection became, he really meant it.
