Page 93 of Third Time is the Charm
Darcy’s firm footsteps padded out into the living area of the suite. He picked up the phone and Beth heard him order a bottle of red wine up to the room. He kept his voice low, trying not to disturb her.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s get you in that bath.” Darcy lifted her up off the bed and carried her into the bathroom.
She sighed against him. “I can walk.”
“I know,” he replied. “It doesn’t change the fact that I like to carry you.”
“Mmm.” He gently set her feet down onto the heated tile floor.
“Arms up,” he instructed. Grabbing the hem of her blouse, he lifted it up and over her head, setting it on the countertop behind him.
Beth saw his eyes darkening as he revealed more of her skin, yet he kept his touch soft and focused.
Next, his fingers moved to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the zipper and tugging the snug fabric down over her hips. As he bent down to finish removing them from her legs, she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Raising one leg and then the other, she let Darcy slip her jeans off of her, leaving her standing just in her underwear.
“Turn around,” he instructed. His voice was tight; Beth could hear the strain of desire in each syllable – desire that he was keeping under firm control.For now.
She did as he asked, giving him her back so that he could unclasp her bra. His fingers gently trailed up along the straps to pull them off of her shoulders. Moving her arms away slightly from her body, the material slipped down and away from her, caught only by Darcy’s fingers that prevented it from falling to the floor.
He carefully set it on top of her shirt and pants that were on the counter by the sink. He stepped around her to turn the water from the tub off since it had filled completely. By now, the room had steamed to the point where it was hard to see anything in the mirror over the sink and her body shivered in anticipation of the soothing heat of the water waiting in front of her.
She saw Darcy’s jaw muscle flex as he moved back behind her, his eyes catching a glimpse of her naked breasts - her nipples erect from the light tease of his touch. His hands now seemed much hotter as they came to rest on her waist. His fingertips trailed lightly along the edge of her thong as though he were debating whether or not to take it off.
As though he were debating whether or not he could control himself if he did.
He cleared his throat, a sign of his determination as Beth felt the thin, soft material begin to slide down over her hips. Again, her arm came back to rest on his shoulder as she stepped out of her panties, now standing completely naked in front of him.
His hands on her calves, they trailed lightly up over her legs as he moved to stand. Pausing as he came up, he lightly nipped on the velvet skin of her ass. His hands followed his mouth, moving softly over the curves of her body before coming to rest just above her waist – his fingers tantalizingly close to the underside of her breasts.
Beth sighed, about to lean back against him and let him pleasure her into a relaxed exhaustion when his voice rasped in her ear.
“Time to get in.”
He guided her over to the tub, keeping her steady as she stepped into the steaming, hot water. A loud moan escaped from her lips at the wonderful feeling of submerging her stressed body into the almost-scalding liquid. She lowered herself carefully into the tub, noticing how intently Darcy was watching her – both because he wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt herself and because he couldn’t take his eyes off of her naked form, jealous of the water that was caressing every inch of her skin.
Only when her body was finally covered did the tension begin to leave his body. Beth looked up at him, her eyes meeting the dark, desirous depths of his. She saw the light sheen of sweat on his skin, the stiffness throughout his body, especially against the front of his pants. She bit her lip, half-expecting him to jump in the tub with her fully-clothed.
A knock at the door echoed through the room, yet his gaze never left hers. His focus remained on her for another few seconds before breaking suddenly as he walked out of the room to answer the door for the wine that he’d requested.
Darcy returned to her private spa a few minutes later holding a glass of wine for her. Beth moaned softly, realizing that she must have dozed off, her head laying back against the edge of the tub.
“Do you want this?” he asked. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Beth smiled at his apologetic tone. “It’s fine, I’ll take it, thank you.” She reached for the glass, enjoying the shiver that crept up her spine as her fingers brushed his.
She sat up further in the tub, the water rolling back and forth, precariously close to exposing the tips of her breasts to his waiting gaze. The water calmed as Beth began to sip the deep red liquid from the glass, letting it heat her from the inside out.
Darcy leaned back against the countertop, crossing his legs in front of him, his eyes remaining locked on her and the seductive picture that she posed – her hair loosely piled on top of her head, her body teasingly obscured by the properties of the water, languorously sipping from her wine glass.
“So, after tomorrow we can start looking at apartments?” he asked deeply, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
Her eyes opened languidly, turning to his. “Seriously? Are you trying to make me more stressed?” She laughed. “You’re incorrigible. I haven’t decided yet – I haven’t even thought about that yet.”
“Absolutely not,” he began seriously. “I just know that you’ve already decided, no matter how much you are trying to deny it now…” He trailed off, looking at her intently.
She stared back at him, not breaking his gaze.
He was right; it was so annoying when he was right.
