Page 49 of Second Chances
He wants to talk? Now?
God, she was so aroused; she could feel that her leggings were soaked between her thighs, a sign hopefully hidden by her sweater dress. All she wanted was for him to be inside her already, taking her to oblivion like only he could; even though hers was partially hidden, his arousal was blatant through the fabric of his pants, so she knew that he wanted this too.
But he wants you to feel loved more.
Shit.
As much as Darcy wanted to fuck her right now, he had stopped and put his needs to the side, to try and give her the quality time talking with him that she said she valued so much.
“You want to talk now?” she couldn’t help herself from asking on a laugh; there was no point in hiding how much wanted tonotbe talking right now.
“Yes,” he said firmly, with a smile.
“Are you sure?” she teased him, as she let one of her hands run down his chest towards his groin.
Catching her hand just before it reached his aching member, he said with a fake disapproving stare, “I am sure.”
As much as she loved him for his attempt at restraint, she couldn’t help the disappointed glance she gave him.
“Don’t worry,” he responded with a laugh, “I’m not going to let you get away with just talking…”
To emphasize his point, his hand released hers to travel up her inner thigh, stroking her core through her damp leggings. Beth moaned, trying to arch up against his fingers before he pulled them away. Her eyes opened and she saw his jaw clenching in self-restraint, desire burning hotly in his eyes.
This wasn’t easy for him either.
“Tell me about your afternoon,” he commanded, turning his gaze from hers as his hands went to work taking her boots off of her feet.
“It was good,” Beth said, struggling to even remember what had happened this afternoon.
As soon as she stopped talking though, she noticed his hands had stopped their task.
“I… ahh… met Jane at Kleinfelds,” she continued, sighing as he freed her feet from the confines of her boots and began to firmly rub them.
Her eyes closed as she moaned with pleasure, enjoying the massage on her sore muscles that had begun to burn as soon as her shoes were removed; until he paused, again, waiting for her to keep talking.
“I met Jane… and my mom… and Caroline,” she continued, segmentally while her brain tried to focus on both the task of talking and the pleasure of Darcy’s touch.
Her eyes had closed again and she missed the shadowed flicker of hatred cross his face at the mention of Caroline’s name.
“Jane was already trying on dresses… when I got there,” she paused on a swift inhale as Darcy’s hands ran up her legs, coming to rest for a moment on the flatness of her belly before grabbing the waistband of her thong, slowly working it over her hips.
“Oh?” Darcy prompted her to continue, “What did you and your mom and Caroline do while you waited?” Her senses still overwhelmed from the mental and physical stimulation from Darcy, she missed the subtle harshness in his voice as he repeated Caroline’s name.
“Talked about the event… last night.” Beth moaned as he massaged her thighs followed by her calves, while slowly working her underwear off of her legs.
Now this kind of talking she was on board with right now.
“Caro wondered where I went… asked how I was feeling… asked about you.” The mention of him caused Darcy’s hands to freeze.
“What about me?”
This time Beth heard the tension in his voice and opened her eyes before answering.
“Notyou, you. I mean at this point, I guess I could have told her, but my mom was there and I was, uhh, flustered from our disagreement earlier and I didn’t want to have to deal with her questions. Either way, she asked about my date…she doesn’t know it was you.” Darcy’s jaw clenched for a moment and then visibly relaxed at her explanation, his fingers beginning to trace lazy circles up the silky softness of her legs.
She wanted him to go faster, to come closer, to touch her.The need to feel him was so overwhelming, she forgot about his concerned look. Just when he almost reached the apex of her thighs, he stopped again, and her desire felt like it had run directly into a wall, literally knocking the air out of her.
“I can’t control myself, if I keep going,” Darcy admitted, “and I want to talk to you first; I want to put you first. Then…” His eyes darkened as he trailed off.
