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“I think that we are past false modesty Sara” His voice was full of laughter, as she swallowed hard, a teasing sensual touch to his voice, “Don’t you remember last night...when I...” “Enough!” Sara’s cry made him laugh louder. Her eyes flicked to him as his jeans were dropped to the floor. She had been unable to look away as he moved into the shower, a small groan rising once more within her. He was perfect. Tall, with muscular shoulders and long lean back, his stomach toned. Her eyes continued down, his long legs and tight bottom raising a hunger within her that was causing her breasts to tighten, a strange heat unfurling within her belly.
“Join me”, his voice insistent as Sara rose, nervously moving to the shower, taking a deep breath before she allowed the towel to drop to the ground stepping under the punishing fingers of water, gasping at the suddenness and power of the shower.
Darius took her by the shoulders, turning her to face away from him, his own body taking the brunt of the water as his hands slid down her arm. Not able to see what he was doing, she heard the sound of his hands slopping together. His hands moving onto her had been soapy and firm as they swept down her back, growing firmer as they moved to cup her buttocks, Sara having to brace herself against the wall as he scrubbed her so firmly.
Pausing, she moaned as he knelt to soap her legs, his change of position causing the jets of water to hit her with full force, washing away the soap residue, taking her breath away. Sara had not known what to do, what to feel, as his hands moved inside her thighs, his fingers gently caressing the heat of her as the loud gasp had been torn from her lips. He stood, Sara feeling her legs tremble as his hands turned her around, having to close her eyes as the water hit her face.
She heard the sound of his hands once more soaping up, before they descended upon her stomach. Once more he stroked her, the motion not so much sexual as thorough, even in the way his hands slid over her breasts; Sara was ashamed to know that the dusky nipples were tight with need. His kneeling again saw the jets of water pummel into her, she so aware of his head close to the small triangle of soft hair, shocked at the desire to pull his head in closer, her fingers pushed harder against the marble wall.
As though unaware of any of the sensations he was raising within her, Darius stood, his thick black hair plastered to his head as his eyes swept down her as though examining for anything he missed. Smiling, he pulled her hands from the wall, Sara jumping as she looked at him, confused as he turned them both around so her back was now to the water, placing the bar of soap in her hands.
“Your turn”, his simple declaration as he turned. Sara never even thought to argue with him as she soaped up her own hands, running them over his shoulders and down his back. She mimicked his movements and as she stood from soaping his legs he turned. Sara repeated exactly his movements as her hands caressed his stomach. That he was excited by her touch was obvious, his manhood twitching as she knelt before him. With her hair falling against him, a strange satisfaction filled Sara as he moaned, a shaky laugh leaving him as she once more stood. She wondered what was next as his hands enveloped hers, pulling them to the hardened length of him.
“Everything”, he whispered, her hands wrapped around his erection. His eyes closed with pleasure as Sara allowed her fingers to slide down him, Darius letting her stroke him clean. With a moan he gave a shaky sigh pulling her hands from him, a smile on his face.
“I think perhaps that will do...or we may be late for dinner” Sara was so close to telling him that she was not hungry, her whole body buzzing with expectation and a wanton need for him. The water stopped, confusing her Darius pulled a large bath sheet into his hands before he wrapped it around her. His hands rubbed her vigorously before taking another and doing the same with her hair. Dried to his satisfaction he then wrapped another around his waist taking her hand and leading her out of the shower.
Still standing in bemused silence, he dropped a small kiss on the tip of her nose, before he left her standing in the middle of the bathroom as he moved to the door, pausing as a small smile played on his lips. “You’re right. Me just standing watching would have been too strange” His eyes danced before he stepped from the large room, the door closing softly behind him.
Sara turned to look at herself in the mirror. She could still feel his hands on her body, the image of him knelt at her feet ingrained on the back of her eyes as she groaned. He had done that to show her that he was in charge. That any time she questioned him he would find a way of putting her in her place. Her hand shakily lifted a brush as she smoothed out her long hair, before having to drop it again, staring at her image as she whispered, “I am in so much trouble”. Pain filled her lovely eyes before she stood tall. “Pull yourself together Sara Balfour. This man is the enemy. Focus” Her hand once more reached out for the brush and pulled it more determinedly through her long hair.
By the time she dried and styled her hair she was once more in control of herself. Moving out to the bedroom Darius had been ready, wearing a blue shirt and black chinos looking handsome as usual, his look trailing over her. “Leave your hair down”, he drawled softly, “and wear the dress on the bed. I will meet you downstairs”
Her comment, “Yes mummy”, only saw his lips twitch once more before he moved out of the room. Sara looked at the outfit he chose for her, a fresh soft blue summer dress. For a second she considered putting it back and choosing one herself; however with a deep sigh she knew that it would be a futile gesture and that she should choose her battles with the enigmatic man who held her family’s future in the palm of his hand.
As she entered the dining room, Darius stood beside the fireplace, his mobile phone in hand as he spoke softly in Italian. His eyes followed her as she made her way into the room, an approving look within them as he hung up. “You look beautiful...that dress was definitely the right choice” His words full of honesty, the fire that sprang into them sending a strange jolt of awareness through her along with the need to gain some control.
“Well, given your vast experience of women...who am I to argue?” She was not sure why she felt the need to respond with such acidity, however he only laughed back, her chin lifting mutinously. “Very true, Bella”, he chuckled ,“I always knew you were smart...takes some women a long time to realise that” She knew that he was baiting her, but his words angered her, Sara clamping her mouth closed so that she would not say anything she would later regret.
With another laugh he led her to the large dining room table, two places set together, the placing intimate. As he pulled her chair out for her to sit his head leant in. “Nothing to say Sara?” A tremor ripped through her as his hot breath fanned against her ear.
“What is the point of prodding a serpent?” she bit out before she could hold back the words, his small laugh this time sending a shiver through her as he moved to his chair. Almost immediately Edith Clark appeared, wheeling in a tray as she placed dishes before the two. Sara thanked the older woman, commenting on how delicious the chicken smelled, the housekeeper giving her a large grin.
Once more alone, she lifted her fork, her previous assertion of not being hungry disappearing as she bit into the first morsel, her eyes closing with pleasure. Darius gave a soft laugh as he poured blood red wine into her glass. “I do like a woman who enjoys her food”, he smiled, his nose wrinkling up in displeasure “If I have to sit beside another woman who thinks that a lettuce leaf qualifies as a meal...” A sigh escaped him as she laughed, “I think Angela tried that diet once...just made her moody” Darius gave her a playful look. “How could you tell?” Sara was unable to hold back the laugh as she nodded her head, her sister’s moods legendary when she was not getting her own way.
To her surprise she found herself enjoying the meal, Darius charming and funny, Sara reminded of the way he had been when they first knew each other. Both took their time, talking between courses as they enjoyed Edith Clark’s delicious homemade pie before ending the meal with coffee. When finished, he led her outside to a small covered area, the sky now black, covered in the tiny pinprick lights of the many stars, stars not visible in the city. The only sound to break the silence was the soft singing of the cicadas, and Sara found herself giving a content sigh, no doubt helped by the second glass of wine she was enjoying.
“It is very peaceful here” she mused softly as Darius nodded beside her. “I grew up in the Italian countryside...I like peaceful” Sara looked over at him in surprise. He had never been one to talk about his past; many of the girls in the office tried asking lots of personal questions to him, all of which he brushed off with an easy flirtatious comment.
“Is Italy beautiful?” she asked softly. He looked thoughtfully at her, his fingers running around the stem of his glass “Yes. Very beautiful, but when you were as poor as my mother and I ... not an easy life” Sara held his eyes, sensing that he was sharing something with her he was not comfortable talking about. She took a drink, needing to break the moment as she frowned softly. “Where is your mother?”, she asked softly, his lips tightening as he paused, Sara wishing that she had said nothing “I’m sorry...it is none of my business...it is just that I know nothing about you yet ...” Her voice trailed off as he leant forward slightly in his chair beside her. His eyes focused on the floor as he talked his tone emotionless.
