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Instead, his hand stopped on her shoulders as he began to gently massage the muscles that were tense from her musings. She had momentarily begun to anticipate more pleasure especially as she had felt his erection hardening against her back. But this, right now, felt even more exquisite; she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from her lips as his hands worked the tension from her shoulders and neck.
Her body felt like it was melting into the bed as his hand worked the back of her neck and up onto her head. Gently he massaged her scalp, working all of the stressful thoughts from her mind. In minutes, she succumbed to the relaxed exhaustion that he’d brought over her, falling into a deeply calm and peaceful sleep; the greatest comfort being the knowledge that she would wake up in his arms.
Chapter 20
Beth woke to the sound of an alarm going off. Her eyes darted open, recognizing that it wasn’t her alarm. That’s when the memories of last night came back to her, along with the feeling of Darcy shifting in bed next to her. She turned to lie on her back, looking over at the hot, naked man who was sprawled in her tiny bed with her.
“I think you’re being summoned,” she said softly, warmth spreading through her as she watched him slowly move into awareness, reaching over to snooze the alarm. She smiled to herself, enjoying how peaceful and innocent he looked while he slept.
That was until he turned back over and opened his eyes. Beth inhaled sharply at the deep, dark desire that awakened in his gaze. She only had a moment to take it in before he pushed himself up onto his elbow, his other hand cupping her chin, tilting it up just as his mouth descended on hers.
He kissed her hard and fast, barely giving her a chance to kiss him back before his mouth was gone, his head diving beneath the covers in search of her treasure that was underneath them.
Beth gasped as his tongue dove between her folds, circling her clit mercilessly, wetness seeping from her core as his mouth demanded her pleasure.
“Darcy…” she half-whispered his name, her fingers flexing into his hair. And then his tongue was gone, his entire body shifting between her thighs as the hard length of him entered her.
His mouth found her nipple as his cock pumped into her, bringing them both swiftly to release.
His mouth claimed hers again for a brief kiss. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he rasped, a sly smile breaking over his face.
She moaned, her mind still trying to catch up to how awake her body now felt. “Good morning.” He chuckled, kissing her again.
“I’m going to hop in the shower,” he said, climbing out of the bed. “I have to leave in an hour for my flight.”
“Mmm,” she moaned in acquiescence; that meant she had a few more minutes to relax in bed and enjoy the delicious feeling that spread throughout her after morning sex.
The next thing she knew, she felt Darcy’s lips on hers again. “Time to get up,” he whispered. She opened her eyes to see him buttoning up his shirt.
“Fine,” she grumbled, pushing herself up to sit, not caring that the sheet had fallen leaving her bare to his gaze. She smirked at Darcy and his darkening stare, standing and leisurely walking into the bathroom where he’d left the water running for her, although it was the heat from his gaze and not the steam from the shower that caused her body to warm.
“I’m going to make us coffee,” he said from behind her. “What do you have for breakfast?”
Beth grimaced. “Not much. Maybe some yogurt.” His silence was a loud enough response – a reminder that he didn’t like how she starved herself in the morning.
Oh well.She stepped into the shower, quickly washing herself, eager to spend the last few minutes of the morning with him before he went back to New York.Only until Friday.
Shit. Friday.
She groaned into the cleansing spray; she’d agreed to go to dinner with Col on Friday –thatis what her brain couldn’t remember last night. She had to tell Darcy. Like now. This was her life and if he wanted to be a part of it, he had to know that Col was a part of it too – not like he suspected and not like Col wanted, but still a part of it.
Shutting off the water, she took one last breath of the steamy air before sliding the door open exposing her to the chill of the room. She walked back into the bedroom; Darcy was nowhere to be seen.
For a second, her heart stopped thinking that he had left again.Had Col texted her? Had he shown up?Now that she remembered about the dinner, she was paranoid that Darcy knew before she had the chance to tell him and that he’d bolted in response.
“Shit.”Beth heard the word uttered from the kitchen and her whole body was released from its paralysis.
He was still here.
Tucking the end of the towel in securely around her, she walked out into the kitchen to find Darcy trying to figure out how to make coffee using her pour-over stand. His head jerked up when she entered the room. Her apartment was in an older building and the floors seemed to creak with every step.
“Sorry, I was trying to make coffee for us,” he apologized as he grabbed paper towels to wipe up the small mess he’d made on the countertop.
“It’s ok,” Beth replied, walking over to help him. “What happened? Do you not know how to work a pour-over?” A smile spread over her face as she teased him.
His eyes narrowed on her, not appreciating being made fun of. “I do, in fact, know how. I just wasn’t paying attention when I started pouring the water in and it overflowed and I tried to grab a paper towel to stop it which ended in me burning my hand.”
Her smile quickly faded when she heard that he had burned himself. A quick glance at his hand confirmed the event; it was bright red.
