Summer is here! Time for days at the beach with lots of sun, sand, and romance. Grab your sunblock and join your favourite Austen characters in their adventures at the sea.
We’re backtracking in today’s “50 Shades of Jane” continuation. I hope you enjoy Darcy and Elizabeth at the beach! If you want to re-visit the other parts of this continuing story, here are the links for 50 Shades of Jane, The Perverseness of Mischance, and Ladies Night. This post is suggestive, but is not explicit.
William Darcy scanned the quiet beachfront with a long, contented sigh. Who wouldn’t love such a view? Elizabeth could surely have no complaints? Today was supposed to be one of the hottest on record, so the beach was a perfect last-minute solution for their date.
His eyes dropped beside him where Elizabeth reclined on the blanket they’d spread upon the sand. He certainly couldn’t complain about the requirement of slathering sunblock on as much exposed skin as she’d allow. He focused on a tiny bead of sweat that rested between her breasts and his mouth became parched.
“If you stare any harder, they might just burst into flames.” Elizabeth’s voice was low after a throaty chuckle. “I’m glad you appreciate the girls, but we’re in the open. Anyone could happen upon us here.”
“I’ve never seen another soul on this stretch of sand.”
“People walk on private beaches, William. We have no assurances of privacy.”
He glanced back to the book he’d brought, though it did nothing to hold his attention. Elizabeth’s swimsuit clad body was much more enticing than the biography of Steve Jobs that lay across his thighs. Now, Elizabeth across his thighs—that was much more appealing!
When he peered back in her direction, her eyes were closed, so he allowed his gaze to start in that tempting dip on her chest, past her rib cage, across her toned belly, to her curvy hips. Elizabeth was no stick insect, she had curves and his fingers itched to explore each one.
He started at her giggle. “Did you just groan?”
“You are quite evil to be torturing me in this manner.”
Elizabeth propped herself on one arm. “Going to the beach was your idea. Did you think I would wear a potato sack?”
“The burlap would rub your skin, and we’d have to remove it. The idea has possibilities.” He pursed his lips in an attempt not to smile.
Cheek, indeed! If she only knew half of what passed through his mind. Of course, she would have slapped him by now.
“What are you thinking?”
“Huh?” He shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
A wide grin overspread her face. “I probably don’t.” She lay back on the blanket with her head turned to the side, watching him. “I find your desperation quite adorable.”
With a loud bark, he lowered to his side, facing her, while his book dropped to the blanket. “Then why hasn’t it worked, or do you enjoy my suffering?”
That infernal droplet of sweat began a downward trek toward the edge of her bikini, and he brushed it away with his finger. She exhaled with a hitch as his fingertip traced along the seam to the centre and back up the opposite side.
“Yes, suffering. The boys downstairs might turn blue soon if we keep this up.”
She burst into peals of laughter and rolled onto her back. “You know how to prevent that from happening.”
He scooted closer. “But it’s such a solitary pursuit. I’d much prefer to include you.” He bent his head down to brush his lips along a particularly sensitive spot on her neck while his hand rested upon the curve above her hip. Her skin was supple and smooth and beckoned his palm to skim along its soft surface until he reached her lower back. He pulled her to press flush to his body.
“William,” she murmured in his ear.
After one last gentle kiss to her earlobe, he drew back and studied her brilliant green eyes. “You said you found my desperation adorable.”
“I do, but not right now.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she brought his head closer for a kiss, but what occurred was not just a simple kiss. It was a passionate, suckling meeting of the lips that quickly progressed to more. Was that tongue? Why, yes, yes it was!
With a groan, he shifted to move on top of her, but recoiled at the sensation of something stabbing him in the leg.
He grabbed the hard cover book that had just prevented him from the exquisite sensation of Elizabeth’s scantily clad body and tossed it into the sand. “Nothing now.”
A quick movement had him atop her, her warm breasts crushed against his chest. One of her eyebrows arched in an expression he adored, and she shifted beneath him.
“Are you comfortable?”
A wicked smile joined her mischievous expression. “I’m comfortable. I was just torturing you a bit more.”
She pulled his head down so his ear was at her mouth. Her warm breath singed his earlobe, and the hair along his upper back stood on end—something else would stand on end if she continued. “I brought more than clothes for the day. I thought we could stay overnight and have a lie-in to the sound of the waves crashing along the shore in the morning.”
His forehead dropped to her shoulder as his hands gripped her hips. “You’re making it impossible for me not to drag you up to the house straight away.”
“Patience is a virtue,” she said in a singsong voice.
“You are so beautiful, Elizabeth. You have been tempting me for weeks now. How am I supposed to wait?” He grazed his teeth at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Elizabeth shivered, so he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear.
Her soft moan was followed by her nails digging into his shoulders. “You don’t play fair, William.”
He smiled as he placed a kiss at the corner of her lips. “Neither do you, love.” Without restraint, their lips met again. Her mouth tasted sweet, and her tongue was like velvet against his. Lord, but he could kiss her all day and never grow bored—not to say that he wouldn’t want to do other things as well, but he would still kiss her senseless for as long as she would allow it.
Her hands left his shoulders so she could explore his torso. His chest, his back, and his sides were left with a tingling warmth as her palms stroked and caressed him. He pressed his hips closer to hers, and her knee lifted as she entwined her leg with his.
He was lost! The sounds of the gulls and the waves lapping upon the shore disappeared when her bikini top somehow opened and her bare chest met his. Nothing existed but the moment and Elizabeth until…
“Ewwww! Daddy, why does Uncle William have his tongue in that lady’s mouth?”
There’s something to be said for the sound of a child’s voice killing the passion of the moment.
“Chloe!” Darcy sprang from Elizabeth and pulled the blanket over his swim trunks while Elizabeth frantically attempted to cover herself as well. Hysterical laughter drew his attention to where his cousin Richard stood with his five-year old daughter. “What are you doing here?”
“You told me I could bring Charlotte and Chloe to the beach and the cottage whenever I wished. Charlotte didn’t feel well this morning, so I thought I would bring Chloe to give Charlotte some peace and quiet. Of course, I never thought I would catch you with a woman, much less Lizzy.”
A sound somewhere between a snort and a chuckle came from his relation. “I thought you hated my uptight, prig of a cousin. Wait until I tell Charlotte. She thought the two of you might be attracted to each other, but I thought her hormones were influencing her judgement.”
Chloe tilted her head as she looked between Elizabeth and himself. “Uncle William, are you cold?”
“Pardon?” He peeked down at the blanket covering the lower portion of his body. “Oh, I suppose I am a bit.”
“Maybe you have a fever. I was cold when I had a fever last time.”
Elizabeth’s melodious laugh came from near his shoulder. Having fixed her top, she stood and brushed the sand off her legs. “Have you looked for sea glass, Chloe?”
She looked up to her father. “Can I, Daddy?”
“Off you get, then.” Without a backwards glance, Chloe raced down to the water’s edge as Elizabeth followed. When the girls were busy scanning the sand, Richard turned his examining eye to Darcy. “Why have you never said you were seeing Lizzy?”
“Elizabeth has some concern about her mother discovering us. She hasn’t mentioned why, but she’s wanted to keep our relationship quiet. I also don’t want Georgiana caught in the middle if we don’t last. We’ve always argued so much that we weren’t sure how dating would go.”
Richard shook his head. “Your piss poor attitude the night you first met was why you argued. You were an arse that evening.”
“Yes, I know. Elizabeth has enlightened me. I don’t need to be reminded again.” He stood, shook out the blanket, and laid it down, placing his book and their other items back upon it. “Question is, will you and Charlotte keep this quiet?”
An evil grin lit Richard’s expression. “That will depend.”
Darcy closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “Depend upon what?”
“Well, I believe Charlotte wanted you to come to the hospice gala this year, but you claim to be busy that evening.”
“She wants to auction off dances with me! No!” He shook his head so violently, his head hurt for a few seconds. “I have yet to even dance with Elizabeth.”
Richard’s smug expression only became worse. “You want to keep your secret, you will dance.”
He clenched his fists. “Fine! But not with Caroline Bingley!”
“That might be tricky, but I’ll see what Charlotte can do.” Richard glanced over to his daughter. “Chloe won’t require such a sacrifice. She wants more riding lessons.”
“I’ll contact the stables.”
“Thanks, Darce. I knew I could count on you.”
He stiffened and raised his finger. “As long as I can rely upon your silence. If I find that you’ve…”
“Relax! We won’t say a word!”
“Good, and how long were you planning to stay?”
Richard’s demonic laugh tensed every muscle in his back. “We’re not in any hurry. We might just spend the day.”
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