At her silent permission, his lips took hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, tangling with hers. He pulled her closer and felt her nipples harden against his chest and he almost lost his control.
Darcy had never experienced these kinds of feelings. She’d date men in the past but had never been kissed to the point where she lost all sense of time and place. She wanted more but couldn’t tell either of them what that was.
Moving her arms away from his neck, she reached down to touch his shoulders, reveling in the strength and power in them. She loved the feel of the muscles in his arms and thrilled when they tensed at her touch. She wanted to touch all of him but didn’t dare.
Michael slowly pulled down the strap to her bathing suit, revealing one, perfect breast to his eyes and touch. He swallowed Darcy’s whimper of pleasure when his thumb flicked over the already taut nipple. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he kissed her neck, her ear, nibbling along her shoulder blade. The other strap came down as well and he feasted his eyes on her bare breasts, barely able to think as the pleasure coursed through him.
Darcy moved, unable to endure his gaze on her breasts. She wanted to feel him, but her bathing suit was trapping her arms to her sides. She started to lift her arms out, but he held them there. “You can’t touch me anymore. I only have so much control left and your touch will send me over the edge,” he groaned. “No, don’t pull back just yet. I promise I’ll stop when you tell me to,” he said and leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth. He prayed he was telling her the truth and would actually be able to stop when she called a halt to their foreplay.
Darcy gasped and leaned back, giving him greater access to her breast while at the same time needing the pleasure-pain to end. He wouldn’t give in to her need though. She was helpless as he lathed first one nipple, then moving to the other while his hand massaged the first. Her breathing was labored but her legs wouldn’t release their hold from around his waist.
“Please!” she begged.
“Please what?” Michael asked, moving his mouth back to her neck. “Please make love to you? Tell me what you want,” he told her, taking her ear lobe between his teach. “Tell me what you want.”
Darcy shook her head, trying to say the words, to define what she needed. “I don’t know.”
Michael pulled back and slipped the straps back onto her shoulders. She looked confused and he relented slightly, coming back for one more kiss. “I want you Darcy. But I want you to want me just as badly, with no regrets and no recriminations. Until you can come to me with certainty, I won’t go any further.”
He took a step back and put one hand on each side of her, leaning against the tiles of the pool. “Can you say that you want to make love with me yet?”
She couldn’t speak but shook her head. She didn’t know what she wanted, but knew she wasn’t ready for that step.
Michael sighed. “I’m willing to wait for you. I’m that sure that you’ll eventually see how incredible it will be between the two of us. But you need to walk away now. I want you too much at this moment.”
His eyes watched her, challenging her to stay and finish what they’d started. But Darcy quickly pulled her legs up, the fear back in her eyes as she quickly walked down the patio and into her room.
Darcy had trouble sleeping that night. She tossed and turned, listening to Michael as he swam laps in the pool, wishing she could dive back in and cool off herself. He swam for over an hour and she heard him walk into the room next to hers. The walls were too sturdy though so she couldn’t hear him moving around and wasn’t sure when he got into bed.
She didn’t fall asleep until nearly dawn so when she felt someone nudging her, she was still exhausted and half asleep, thinking she was still dreaming. In her dreams, Michael was making love to her on the beach, the hot sun was beating down on them and she was pulling him into her arms. But he kept pulling away despite her pleas for him to make love to her.
Michael groaned as he pulled her arms down from around his neck. He called out to her, desperate for her to wake up and understand what she was doing to him. If she was still willing, he’d be more than happy to continue. “Darcy, wake up,” he said, halflaughingly. His body was already throbbing painfully with the desire her gorgeous, sleep-warmed body was producing in him.
Darcy’s eyes slowly opened and she noticed Michel sitting on the side of her bed, grinning.
“Good morning,” he said, his smile widening as he watched her eyes clear of the dream. He almost regretted waking her up now. She looked so sexy, he wanted to pull her back into his arms.
As soon as she was able to focus and realize where she was, Darcy immediately pulled the sheet up higher and tugged it over her exposed leg.
“That won’t do you much good. I’ve already seen your sexy legs,” he chuckled and slipped a hand underneath the sheet to caress her calf.
Frantic to avoid his touch that her body instantly craved, Darcy scooted up against the headboard, keeping the sheet over her chest. She was only wearing a tee-shirt and her underwear. “That was different,” she said weakly.
“How so?” he asked, leaning forward so he was only inches away from her face. “You look beautiful in the morning. You’re hair is all messed and you look sleepy eyed. It looks like you’ve just made love.” His eyes scanned her features, “Very sexy,” he said softly. “I wish I’d put that look on your face.”
Darcy inhaled and pushed a hand through her tousled hair, her fingers confirming his words. It was a tangled mass of curls.
Michael stood up suddenly and she was given a good view of his muscular legs where his khaki shorts ended. “But that’s for later. I was thinking we could go shopping today and get you some new clothes,” he said, and grabbed her arms to pull her up to a standing position. “I’d love to dress you up in sexy sun dresses and a skimpy bikini,” his deep voice said as he pushed her gently towards the bathroom. hour. If you’re not ready by then, I’ll come looking for you.” door when he turned back to look at her. “Try to not be ready, okay?” he teased. “Breakfast is in a half
His hand rested on the
Darcy showered and put on her clothes from the previous day, wishing she had clean underwear. She liked the idea of buying some cooler clothes. If she was going to be trapped in paradise with a sexy, dynamic man, she preferred to do it in nice, summery clothes.