Page 85 of Third Time is the Charm
“Mr. Darcy,” she said softly. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you be so accommodating.”
“Oh, accommodating? Is that what that was?” he asked with a raised brow, coming around the counter to stand closer to her.
“Alright, maybe a little more than accommodating,” she replied with a smile. “But, seriously, do you know what you are offering? I know you have an office here, but most of your business is in New York. Wouldn’t that be a hassle?” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, nervous for the strain it could put on him.
“Beth.” His fingers reached underneath her chin, lifting her face up. “I’d sell my company if that’s what needed to be done in order for me to be with you. Everything I have means nothing without you, gorgeous. I don’t give a damn. But, to answer your question, no, it wouldn’t be a hassle. It’s my company. I can run it however and from wherever I want.”
She blinked back tears, hardly believing that these words were coming from his mouth.
“Ok,” she whispered. “I want to, Darcy, I do. But…” Her breath caught watching the hurt flicker in his eyes. “I’m just afraid that things are moving too fast and I’m going to get hurt again. Can we make it through this weekend first before we talk about this? I just want to get over this hurdle with the Contest and then with Caroline… My brain just needs to get through those things.”
His mouth thinned, but he nodded. His hand fell from her chin, but she caught it before it dropped to his side.
“Darcy.” She squeezed his fingers. “I want this. I want you. I just need time to process.”
He sighed, intertwining his fingers with hers. “I know. Take all the time you need, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you.” She stood, pressing her lips against his as her torso came flush with the hardness of his chest.
Beth ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, sighing as his mouth opened to hers, his tongue greeting her in its warmth. The kiss started out soft, a comforting reminder of the depth of their feelings for each other, a seal of assurance that they were in this together for the long haul. Slowly it became more insistent as the heat of desire flamed between them.
Her hands moved from his face, up through his hair. His arms came around her, pulling her tightly to him, subtly telling her that he would never let her go. Her head tilted, her mouth opening further beneath his exploring tongue that gently swept inside of her, stoking the fire that had begun to burn much deeper inside of her body.
Darcy groaned into her mouth, her sweetness – like her love for him - was intoxicating. His hands pulled up the edge of the tee that she was wearing, returning to the edge of her panties where he’d left off earlier. Slowly he lifted the shirt up and off of her, tossing it onto the floor.
Beth sighed as her body moved back against his, the warmth from his chest burning through her. His hands came up onto her ribcage, pulling her away from him slightly so that his mouth had room to trail along the edge of her chin and down the length of her neck.
His hands slid to her breasts, kneading them in preparation for his descending mouth. Her nipples were erect and aching as his thumb brushed over them, teasing them as the warm suction of his mouth crossed onto the swell of her breast and captured the throbbing peak.
Beth gasped as he pulled her taut flesh deep into his mouth, sending sparks of desire flaring through her body.
He was in no rush, gently lavishing his attentions on one breast before his mouth moved to torment the other one. Her moans formed a melody that floated around them as the morning sun crept further and further into the room. She was so aroused, the pressure had built languidly that she hadn’t realized just how on edge she was until she shifted her weight, feeling the wetness that had seeped out of her center and coated the insides of her thighs.
His hand slid softly over the silken plane of her stomach down to her core that begged for him. Darcy groaned loudly against her breast as his fingers discovered just how wet and ready she was for him.
“Christ, Beth,”he murmured, swirling his tongue around her nipple one last time before he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Her eyes shot open, her knees wobbling as his mouth closed over her folds. His tongue searching between them for the swollen nub that was on fire for him. Her hands gripped onto his head, at first for support, and then to hold him closer as his mouth worked over her sensitive flesh bringing her achingly close to release.
“Darcy,”she gasped as his tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, each movement was a step closer towards that Earth-shattering explosion that her body craved.
Gently kissing that part of her that his mouth loved to taste, he stood up and lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist and carrying her over to the small couch that was a few steps away.
Pushing the coffee table back out of his way, he set her onto the couch, kneeling once again between her thighs. With her feet propped onto the coffee table behind him, her shimmering folds now open and exposed to his view.
He grunted, unable to stop himself from tasting once more the delicacy that was laid open and bare before him. Beth looked down at the sight before her; her legs spread wide, Darcy in between them, his dark head feasting on the most sensitive part of her. The sensations overwhelmed her as her head tipped back against the edge of the couch, eyes closing, all of her focus concentrating on the building pleasure his tongue was creating between her thighs.
His mouth moved off of her with hesitation, dropping kisses up the length of her stomach and onto her breasts. She felt his heavy breathing on her neck.
“I love you so much,”he rasped into her ear.
She felt his hand moving between them to free his erection from his sweats. Beth turned her head towards him. Her eyes captured his from underneath heavy lids.
“I love you—”Her eyes widened, words cut off as the hot, engorged length of him slipped inside of her. The invasion causing waves of pleasure to roll through her body.
Darcy’s half-smile withered as the tight heat of her passage enclosed him.
Her head fell back against the couch. His dropped to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, her back arching trying to push herself closer against him. He pushed into her slowly. She moaned at the torture, trying to make him move faster. Nine slow thrusts were finally followed by one hard and fast that sent heat shooting through her body. Then his hips moved back to the slow torture – eight languid thrusts, each burying himself to the hilt inside of her, followed by two powerful thrusts that had her hips jerking uncontrollably and begging for more.
