Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star (42 page)

Darcy bundled her close to him and planted a kiss on her ear before dropping off. Elizabeth smiled in contentment and surrendered to her emotional and physical exhaustion.

***

Elizabeth felt great as she awoke. She smiled cheerfully, stretched her legs, and snuggled closer to the warmth beside her. A hand rested on her cheek and she felt a kiss on her lips.

“Good morning,” the owner of the delicious warmth said. “You seem happy.”

Elizabeth’s smile grew wider. “I am.” She opened her eyes to find Darcy looking at her with amusement. “What?” she asked indignantly.

He laughed and kissed her lightly. “I’ve just never seen you so happy in the morning before.”

Elizabeth kissed him back. “Well, I did have the most gorgeous sleep,” she replied, sighing luxuriously. “Thank you.”

Darcy grinned lustily. “Glad to have been of service.” He reached out and kissed her, pulling her body close. “God, you feel good,” he exclaimed as his hands traced her soft curves.

“Hmmmm, so do you.” She reached down to stroke the erection that was pressing into her stomach. “Do you mind?” she asked as she gently indicated where she would like him to go.

“Not at all,” he breathed as he mounted her. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Elizabeth sighed as he slid home. “Oh, such a bother.” She closed her eyes and delighted in the sensation that was him. She loved his smell, and the soft grunts he made when he thrust into her. However this time it was different. This wasn’t the frantic hell-for-leather ride of last night. It was slow and exacting. As he grew larger and deeper within her, his movements became smaller and more precise. She grasped his shoulders as her excitement built inside of her. She remembered how many times she had longed for this, to feel his weight on top of her and his cock buried deep inside of her. He breathed her name in her ear and she was gone.

Darcy watched her come beneath him, her head tipped back, her body grasping his, and he gave up. The pleasure he had been holding back enflamed inside of him, she was so wet, so tight. He gave himself over to the sweet pleasure that was Elizabeth and rode her to his release.

When he caught his breath, he rolled with Elizabeth to their side. “You are amazing,” he told her.

Elizabeth grinned, looking quite pleased. “I know.”

He smiled at her contemplatively as he reached out and stroked her hair, locking this image of her into his memory. “What?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled by his “deep thoughts” look.

Darcy shook his head dismissively. “I’ll tell you later.” He sat up smoothly. “Do you want to start getting cleaned up? I have to do something.” Elizabeth nodded and stretched her arms over her head as she openly stared at Darcy’s perfect body as he left the room, still stark naked.

The massive bed was suddenly unappealing without Darcy in it, so Elizabeth rose and went to the large bathroom off the bedroom. It was bright and sunny, yet private, with a toilet, double vanity, sunken tub, and a separate shower enclosure. She relieved herself and was hunting around for a toothbrush when she heard Darcy’s knock.

“Come in!” she replied.

He entered, still naked and looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

“Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” Elizabeth asked.

He pulled a purple one, still in its wrapper, out of a drawer. “For you.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth grinned as she opened the package and started to use it. Darcy came up close behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, staring at their reflection in the large mirror. Elizabeth’s breasts were full and round, brushing his upper arm.

“You seem happy,” she observed around her toothbrush.

“I am,” he told her. “I’ve waited so long for this, to see you like this, to touch you.” He smiled and hugged her tight. “It was amazing to wake up with you.”

Elizabeth leaned forward as far as she could and spit out her toothpaste. She was a little embarrassed, but Darcy didn’t seem to mind. She leaned back and kissed him over her shoulder, leaving a trace of toothpaste on his lips.

“Is that coffee I smell?” she asked as a familiar scent hit her. Darcy smiled and nodded slowly to her. “For me?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to drink it.”

Elizabeth smiled gratefully then looked down. “I didn’t think you would have any in the house. I know you don’t drink it.”

“No, I don’t,” he said as he started brushing his teeth. “But my assistant does, and my cousin does, and,” he stopped, spit out his toothpaste, and stared at her eyes in the mirror, “my lover does.”

“Oh,” she said, moved by the intensity in his eyes.

“You are the only one who is sharing my bed, Elizabeth. Don’t worry.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flamed. She hadn’t realized she was that obvious and she was embarrassed.

Silently, Darcy walked around her and turned the shower on. “Is this hot enough?” he asked, moving aside for her.

Elizabeth was grateful he hadn’t said anything more. He seemed to understand her uneasiness. Elizabeth tested the water and then stepped in. It was very hot, just the way she liked it.
Like Darcy
, she giggled to herself. She watched him step in with her, still not quite able to believe this beautiful man had made love to her. The shower had a half-dozen heads mounted at different angles. Elizabeth was glad Darcy was here, because she would never have figured out the knobs and switches by herself.

“It’s not that complicated,” Darcy told her, seeming to read her mind. “I usually just use one shower head, but this is a special occasion.”

Elizabeth smiled uneasily. Darcy gently turned her away from him and started massaging her shoulders. “Talk to me,” he told her gently. “What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t know,” Elizabeth answered honestly.

“Is it me?”

“No,” she replied. “You’ve been amazing. It’s me, I guess. I just don’t have a lot of experience with this whole morning-after thing.” She felt herself blushing again. “I don’t know what I should do or say or when I should leave or what.”

Darcy moved her long mane of hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. “I love this spot on you. It’s very sexy,” he breathed as he dragged his lips slowly over it, and Elizabeth felt her pulse rising. “As for the rest of it,” Darcy continued, “I think we don’t need to worry about traditional roles, Elizabeth. You and I are different. We’re artists and we make up our own roles. We don’t live the everyday lives that other people do.” He kissed her again, his lips lingering on her neck. “And besides, I don’t have much practice at this morning-after thing either,” he said in a rush.

Elizabeth laughed, her tension ebbing away. She turned, twined her arms around his neck, and kissed him happily. “Thank you,” she grinned.

Darcy smiled back radiantly. “Any time. I want you to feel completely welcome here.”

“You do?”

He nodded, his expression pleasantly earnest. “I like having you here. It’s an experience I want to repeat.”

Elizabeth smiled, pleased that he had seemingly effortlessly relieved a number of her questions: Was this a one-night stand? Did he want her to leave? And so on.

Darcy reached behind her and picked up a plain white bar of soap. His eyes asked permission, which she silently gave, and she relaxed as his hands moved over her body. Slowly he washed her, starting with her arms then moving to her chest and tummy. She opened her eyes when he tickled her slightly and she shyly asked what he was thinking.

“I was thinking about all those times we were swimming together and I wanted to do this, to touch you all over.”

“You did?”

Darcy stopped and looked up at her, puzzled. “Of course, wasn’t it obvious with the way I was staring at you?”

Elizabeth looked away. “I thought you, I don’t know, I didn’t realize.”

Darcy stopped his careful bathing and stood up. “Lizzy, don’t you know I’ve been crazy about you for months?”

Elizabeth met his gaze with difficulty. “I’m not sure. I thought that you might like me, but you were so… I wasn’t sure.” She frowned then. “And then when George talked to me—”

“Stop!” Darcy told her, “You will not think about him in my shower.”

“But I was so wrong. I believed him, and I was so cruel to you.”

Darcy took her face in his large hands and gently forced her to look at him. “Lizzy, I told you before, it’s not your fault. George is a master at lying, and he knew that you would be the one I would care about. He knows me well enough to know that I would be attracted to you. That is why he targeted you.” Darcy kissed her lightly. “But it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He lifted an eyebrow to indicate their current setting and Elizabeth nodded.

She rose up on her toes and kissed him, opening to him the feelings that she couldn’t talk about yet. Darcy released her face to wrap his long arms around her body and pull her closer. Elizabeth was heady from the sensation of his bare wet skin against hers. She moved back and smiled wickedly as he became erect against her belly.

It was Darcy’s turn to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Lizzy. I don’t know what you do to me,” he told her. “If you want to go and—” The words died on his lips as Elizabeth, with large hungry eyes, sank to her knees and drew his hard cock into her mouth.

“Oh
my God!
” Darcy growled as she took her time, blissfully sucking and releasing, nipping his head and planting featherlight kisses on his balls. “Lizzy,” he moaned between labored breaths. “Damn it, Lizzy!”

In a rush Lizzy felt movement and found herself being lifted. Darcy took her and placed her on his lap as he sat on the bench that ran along the rear wall of the shower. “Oh?” she gasped, then Darcy thrust upward and entered her, and Elizabeth found that she was beyond intelligent conversation. Darcy was pleased to find this position left her breasts at the perfect height and he helped himself to her hard nipples, sucking and teasing them with his teeth.

Elizabeth buried her fingers in his thick, wet hair and arched herself back, trying to improve her position. She enjoyed the feelings of Darcy inside of her, and his mouth was making her lose her mind. She raised her hands over her head, stretching herself against him, allowing herself to savor the full length of him. He suckled harder as she ground herself into him. She could hear him moaning softly as she felt herself getting closer. She felt sexy and wicked, enjoying the knowledge that literally the sexiest man she knew couldn’t get enough of her. Finally she exploded in a fantastic rush. Darcy’s hands clamped tightly to her hips as he pounded himself into her. Elizabeth relished the sinful feeling of his body slamming against her again and again until she felt him pause and then come in her with a ragged gasp.

They separated, Darcy sitting on the bench, and Elizabeth, panting, leaning heavily against the wall. When he could speak, Darcy said, “I’m sorry, Lizzy. I promise someday I’ll make love to you properly.”

Elizabeth looked at him disbelievingly. “What was wrong with that?”

He grinned shyly. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth smiled wantonly, “I’m sure we can arrange that.” Together they washed, deciding that washing themselves would be a safer course of action, and soon tumbled out of the shower in a wet, happy, steamy pile.

Darcy took great delight in drying her off, while Elizabeth took her own turn drying his back. When they entered the bedroom, Elizabeth was pleased to see Darcy had laid out her shorts and a Slurry T-shirt. As she dressed, she giggled. “I guess it’s official. I’m a Slurry groupie now.”

Darcy looked at her, his eyes lingering over her unbound breasts, which were plainly outlined by the T-shirt. “No, you are
the
Slurry groupie,” he said lustfully.

“I hope that doesn’t mean I have to do the whole band,” she replied, deadpan.

“Oh no!” Darcy said playfully. “No sharing.”

He led her to the kitchen area and let her fix her coffee while he operated the remote and opened the shades.

As the morning light flooded the room, Elizabeth looked around in surprise. In everything that had happened the night before, she had never really seen Darcy’s home. “Will,” she breathed, admiration apparent in her voice, “this is amazing. Look at the view!” She stepped to the far end of the living area where there were windows on three walls. “This is so beautiful,” she told him.

He looked at her, his face an expression of pride and joy. “I’ve wanted to bring you here, to share this with you for so long, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth was touched and she hugged him close. “Tell me what I’m looking at.”

Darcy took the time to point out all the landmarks from each window. Then he led her back to the bar, where they sat, discussing getting a plaque for “The Stool” when he said, “You know, it’s silly for you to go back up to Meryton and then turn around and come back here.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that. Would it be okay if I called home and asked Jane to bring my stuff?” she said. “I should probably tell them where I am anyway.”

“You are home,” he told her softly, his eyes cradling hers.

“What?”

“My home is yours, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth was very uncomfortable with what he said, so she tried to hide it in a joke. “Oh, that’s all? No prenup, no wedding, just three or four quick ones and I get the house?” she grinned teasingly. “Your attorney must love that.”