Sexy Berkeley (1) (23 page)

"Hey, you two... " Tilly calls and we both look over as she snaps a photo of us on her iPhone. Daniel kisses my cheek and makes me smile, as Tilly carries on taking pictures. A final one of us kissing is taken before she takes a few of her and Luke.

"Memories of our fun holiday in Hollywood," she says with a smile as she puts her phone down on the table.

 
I close my eyes and rest my head against Daniel's shoulder. "Mmm. This is lovely."

"Mmm..." Tilly says, "really nice, thanks for the tea, Bea, thanks for the hospitality Daniel and thanks for being a comfy chair, Luke," she says with a grin as she closes her eyes and mirrors my position. Luke wraps his arms around her, and rests his head on hers, eyes closed. It makes me smile, his affection towards her - given my earlier opinion of him as a serial philanderer - is really quite surprising. He clearly likes her, and she him. I wish they'd admit it.

I have another sip of tea and close my eyes again. I'm so comfortable, I could nod off. Daniel's beer arm is wrapped around my chest, moving occasionally as he sips, and his other hand is stroking my legs, slowly. It's so relaxing.

"Bea, baby." He disturbs my near snooze.

"Mmm hmm?"

"Shall we go to bed? I don't want you to fall asleep here, you look tired."

"I am, really tired, and I'm not ready to fall asleep yet," I grin, eyes still closed, I can't see Daniel's face but I am pretty sure he's grinning too.

"Let's go. Hold your tea tight..." He sits forward with me and places his bottle on the table before standing with me in his arms, like a baby.
Whoa! He's so god damned strong!

"We're going to bed guys, see you in the morning."

"See you later," I add.

They both bid us a sleepy goodnight and Daniel makes his way to the way to his bedroom, grabbing the iPod on the way. He lowers me onto the bed, careful not to spill my tea, and dims the light so we're almost in darkness.
I sit on one side, drinking my tea and watching Daniel as he strolls around the bedroom, sorting out the iPod and beginning to undress.

He lifts his shirt over his head, my attention is focused on his taut body again. In all of my ten, sexually-active years, I have never been with a man with a body like this. Dylan had an 'ok' body, but nothing like this. He walks, gorgeously naked, into the bathroom to clean his teeth. I can't wait to wrap myself around that naked body.

As he comes out, he stops and smiles at me. Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU, you gorgeous man. I wish I could tell you.

"Nearly finished your tea
?"

"Uh, huh," I murmur, taking a last sip before putting it down on the bedside table. I sit up and slowly pull Daniel's jumper over my head before unclipping my bra and throwing it to the floor.

Daniel watches, intently, as I lie down, raise my hips and lower his boxers and my knickers together to my thighs. He pulls them down my legs before crawling up my body and kissing me. He tastes of toothpaste; delicious. He points a remote to his iPod and the song starts to play. He drops the control on the bedside table and brings his hand to my face, looking me in the eye. He whispers the French words that he translated for me, the other day. "Dit Moi." 

What does that mean again? Tell me?
Tell him what?
I place both of my hands on the sides of his face and say what I think he wants. "Make love to me, Daniel. Please, I need you."

He closes his eyes and lowers his lips to mine again. I bend my legs either side of him automatically, hooking my feet around his legs, my body rippling underneath him in time to the music.
 

I'm still gripping his face, kissing him fervently, moaning and sighing in undiluted pleasure. I slide one hand around to the back of his neck, one of my favourite 'Daniel places' and I move the other to his side, pressing him against me. I can feel myself getting warmer and wetter, the buzzing feeling in my stomach getting stronger, moving down to my pubic bone as I moan loudly again.
 

"Bea, you're so beautiful," he murmurs before moving his head down to take my nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and groan as his tongue ripples against me, his other hand gently massaging my other breast.
 

"Oh, Daniel..." I moan as I bring my knees up to either side of his body again, and push my pelvis up against him.

"Baby," he whispers as he moves to caress the other nipple with his mouth, "your body, your skin..." he says against my breast, running his hand down to caress my thigh, firmly. He rises up my body again to kiss my lips, the pressure increasing with our need. Daniel's tongue elegantly entwines with mine and the deep, velvety groan that escapes his throat into my mouth, only increases my desire for this lovely man, whom I now know, I love. The thought makes me yearn for him even more, to feel him as close as he can be, deep inside me. 

His fingers move slowly towards my inner thigh and rise until he's gently circling my clitoris, so gently he's barely touching me but it's agonisingly good.
"Oh!" I cry, passionately, closing my eyes, pushing my head back into the pillow. "Daniel, I crave you, I am hungry for you all the time, I feel deprived when I don't have you."

"Oh, Bea, you don't know... you don't know," he whispers between soft, delectable kisses on my neck.

"What don't I know?" I ask, my hands in his hair.
Tell me you love me...

He squeezes my buttocks before positioning himself at my entrance. He gazes deep into my eyes.
"You just don't know." His voice mellifluous, he closes his eyes and shakes his head as he slowly fills me. 

"Oh!" I cry, it's divine, so slow. "Oh, yes, deeper, oh god, it's..."

He kisses me and thrusts deep and hard. This feels so incredible, not just because he's seriously good at this, but also because he's Daniel, the man that I want nothing more than to spend all day, every day with... because I love him.

~~~~~~~

We lay, totally entangled, kissing gently as our breathing settles. Daniel smiles at me. "How can we make this work, Bea? I can't lose you."

"If I knew, Daniel, I would have suggested it already," I say, running my fingers down his darling face. "I want something with you, so much. Come and live with me?"

"Baby, I've thought about it, believe me. But I couldn't leave the business, I can't leave my family. My dad made this business for my sister and I, and it's my life. I can't turn my back on it, although I feel like I can't let you go either. Come and live with me?"

"I adore Los Angeles, I adore the people here,
 I adore where you live, I adore you. As much as I think that living here is a much more attractive option, you know why I just can't. I have fallen in love with Los Angeles."
And you.
"I want to come back here on holiday, but I can't up and leave everything I've worked so hard for. I wish I could, I wish I had a boring job that meant nothing to me."

"I know
. Me too. We should stop having this conversation, it's depressing, huh?"

"Yeah, it really is. Will you send me the odd text?"

"Try and stop me. You'll be all I think about for a long time." 

I smile and snuggle into him. "I draw the line at video-calling though, talking to you face to face will be far too painful. Ok?"

"Sure, baby. But don't you forget to send me a picture of you... in that nightgown."

I giggle. "Ok,
baby
, I'll remember."

"Do you need anything, sweetheart? A drink or anything?"

"No, thank you, Daniel. I'm fine and I don't want you to move, I'd like to stay like this until Sunday."

Daniel grins. "Ok, but I'd like to get out of bed tomorrow, if you'll let me, to take you out somewhere."

"Go on then, hopefully I won't be too hung-over."
Doubtful.
"Daniel...?"

"Beatrice...?"

"What did you mean when you said 'you don't know'?"

Daniel closes his eyes again, his mouth curling into a sad sort of a smile. "Don't worry about it, it's just what you mean to me, that's all."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SATURDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER

"Ugh," I groan as I roll onto my belly. I grab my pillow and bend it over my head. Hmm, smells nice...

I feel something touching me. No, I need sleep... oh... but that feels good, mmm...
"Mmm," I murmur in appreciation, as the hand massages my neck, gently. "So good. Helping."

"You don't feel good, baby?"
A surge of excitement runs through me when I realise where I am and who I'm with, but it quickly evaporates as the feeling of nausea returns.

"Daniel, I feel... ugh," I say with a whimper, my face still buried in my pillow.

"I'll keep rubbing your neck. I made you tea, too," 
Oh, he's amazing
.

"Oh wow, I love you..." I mumble into my pillow before I realise what I'm saying.
 
Fuck! What am I saying?
"Oh, god, I mean... for making me tea.. um, thank you..."

Dan
iel chuckles, "Don't worry, I knew what you meant. Can I get you anything else?" 

"A new head?"

"Hmm, not sure I can do that, and besides, I like the one you've got. Shall I run you a bath?"

"Oh, Daniel." My voice still muffled in the pillow. "You are amazing, how do you know what I need?"

"I'm just guessing, baby. I'll go turn on the faucet and come back and hold you for a while."

"You need to come back to England and live with me. That's an order."

I hear the lovely sound of Daniel's faint chuckle as he makes his way to the bathroom.

~~~~~~~

I am woken again, this time by strong, warm arms, wrapping around me, the feeling of comfort helps alleviate my nausea. I just want to tell him, all the fucking time.

"I could hold you
all day," he whispers.

"Yes, please," I murmur.

"But if you start to feel better, I really would like to take you out."

"I will, Daniel. Once I drink my tea and have a hot bath, I'll feel much better. Oh shag..."

"Shag?" Daniel laughs. "What's up?"

"I don't have any clothes or make-up..."

"That's already being sorted, just tell me specifics and I'll arrange for it to get here."

I slowly sit up and reach for my tea. "What do you mean?" I ask, taking a sip. He remembered how I like it from last night, I'm impressed.

"I have an assistant, she'll get what you need." He props himself on his elbow, iPhone in hand. "So, what do you need? Jeans? Top?"

"I need everything, Daniel, it's too much, we'll just have to go back to the pool-house."

"Bea, baby, she's getting stuff for Tilly too, Luke's taking her out straight from here. Tell me everything you need, she's there now."

I need a casual outfit and make-up. I reel a list of basics to Daniel, mascara, kohl liner and some concealer for under my eyes, if I look like I feel, I'm going to need a whole tube. A pair of jeans, a vest top and some flats. Christ, I hope she doesn't go over the top and buy a load of designer stuff, I can't afford to spend much more.

"Consider it done. Now, finish your tea, have a bath and I'll get some breakfast."

"Where did you come from? You're like some make-believe, ideal man, how are you real?"

Daniel laughs, "Baby, as long as I'm making you happy, then I'm happy. As for where I came from, that's a conversation you'll have to have with my parents, I'd like to stay out of the room for that one."

I smile, he's so gorgeous!
 

My nausea is already subsiding as I pull back the duvet and swing my legs out of the bed. How unusual, I'm normally hideously ill with a hangover, until at least after breakfast. Maybe Daniel put some magic in my tea. Maybe it's just Daniel.
I slowly make the bed before strolling into the steamy bathroom. Daniel has run me the most fabulous looking bubble-bath, it's so inviting, and I step right in. I sigh as I sink into the hot, soothing water. I close my eyes, rest my head on the back of the bath and take a long, deep breath. Bliss.

"Hey, baby. Is the bath ok?" I open my eyes and Daniel is standing next to the bath in nothing but boxers. He looks delicious.

"Yes, Daniel, it's perfect, thank you. Want to join me?" 

He grins, "I really do. Can I?"

"Of course, please do."

"I'll sit behind you," he says as he takes off his boxers, so I sit forwards.

He sinks into the water and I slide backwards in between his legs. It's a deceptively big bath. I lean back against his chest and he wraps his arms around me. Oh, wow. This is even more amazing, a hot bubble-bath with my favourite Californian hunk.

"Relax
," he says as he kisses my hair.

"Mmm, this is wonderful. You know exactly what to do, Daniel."

"Just lucky guessing."

"You were made for me," I say as I run my hands along his thighs either side of me.

"And you for me, baby. I refuse to believe that you can't be mine."

I smile. "Well, if you figure it out, I'll be waiting."

"I will figure it out, somehow."

We lay together in the bath until our fingers are pruney and the bubbles have dissolved. I turn to face Daniel to wash my hair so I don't cover his face with shampoo. I didn't realise it was quite so interesting, he watches me intently. I position my feet in the spaces at either side of his waist, and arch back, lowering my hair under the water to rinse off the foam. I feel Daniel's hand slowly glide between my breasts, into the water and over my stomach. He rests on my pubic bone, gently circling my clitoris with his thumb.
Whoa!

I raise my head from the water and smile, salaciously at my man. "Daniel..." My voice low, sultry.

"Mmm?" he responds with a raised eyebrow and slight grin.

"You're being naughty and I'm...trying to... ooh...mmm." I can't continue, it feels so good.
 

"You like it though
."

"Uh huh, Mmm, yes. I. Do."

He turns his hand and gently circles my entrance with two fingers. "You can't sit in front of me and arch back like that without expecting me to touch you. You're so beautiful, every inch of you."

"Oh that feels so good. I really do... need to... oh."

Daniel slowly eases his fingers inside me, still circling my clitoris.

"Oh god... oh yes."

"I want to make you come, baby."

"Oh, I want to. Mmm. I... do... hair..." I moan as my head rocks back again, my hair under the water, my eyes closed.
He pushes his fingers deeper and picks up speed with his thumb.

"Oh god! Yes, that's so good..." His fingers circle inside me, deeply, he pushes them again and it's incredible. His other hand reaches forward to massage one of my breasts and he squeezes my nipple gently, rolling it between two fingers.

"Oh fuck, Daniel, I'm going to..."
Talk about quick! Jesus.

"I want to feel it, baby."
I grab hold of his thighs and pull myself towards him, his fingers caressing me masterfully.
Jesus Christ
, I'm supposed to be washing my hair, not indulging in wild, orgasmic bath pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daniel, yes... like that..." His hand moves to my other breast and as he pinches my nipple, the waves begin to erupt deep inside me.

"Fuck! Yes! Oh!" I cry as the waves build quickly together to form a magnificent, mind blowing orgasm. Water sloshing everywhere from my writhing, I arch backwards again, moaning.

"I love watching you come. I love feeling it, your hot, sweet body exploding around me. You squeezed my fingers so tightly," he whispers.

"Daniel, how do you do that?" I ask, breathlessly. "You can give me the most amazing orgasms in a matter of seconds."

He smiles, victoriously. "Some people aren't compatible, baby and some are. We just, are. You do the same to me," he says as he pulls my hands from his thighs and kisses them both.

"Now, shall we finish your hair? You want conditioner?"

"Hmm," I groan, my head heavy, my eyes closed. What a hangover cure.

I turn back around and Daniel conditions my hair.

We wrap big white towels around our bodies as we step out of the bath, and walk back into the bedroom together. I'm shocked to see everything I ne
ed, laid out for me on the bed. "Where did all of this come from?"

"I told you, my assistant got it."

"Is she superwoman? How did she manage that? How did it get in here?"

"She arrived just before I joined you in the bathroom, I left her to lay it out."

"Wow, thank you, and please thank your assistant."

"Of course, but it is her job to do stuff like this."

"She works for you, not me, so please thank her."

"I will, baby. Is it all ok?"

I stroll over to the bed and look through everything, there's so much more than I asked for, she's even bought me a handbag! It's a gorgeous pale peach, leather bag. Looks expensive.
Shit
. There's also a small, clear make-up bag containing the few bits I'd asked for, only, it's all designer. Don't get me wrong, I love these brands of make-up, but today, I think Daniel's darling assistant has cost me a flipping fortune.

The jeans look great, hopefully they'll fit, and the white floaty camisole vest is fabulous, provided it doesn't come with a hefty price tag. I open a small paper gift bag containing a pair of white Hanky Pankys and a white lace bra, in my size. My mouth falls open when I see an open shoe box with a beautiful pair of beige, snakeskin flats inside.
 

"Oh my god, I love these," I say as I pull one out of the box, gasping as I see the name on the shoe.
"Holy moly, these are Stella McCartney! Daniel!"

"Is there a problem
?" He frowns. I start rummaging around all of the bits on the bed looking for labels.
Jesus Christ!
The jeans are designer too, love them to death but not exactly twenty quid. I check the handbag. It's Chloe. This bag cost £1000 at the very least.

"Jesus Christ, Daniel, I can't afford all of this! Does she think I'm made of money or something?"

"Don't be silly, Bea. You know I've paid for all of this."

"What? No, Daniel, you're not buying me all of this stuff. I only needed a few cheap bits for today, we could have just gone back to the pool-house to get me a change of clothes for free!"

Daniel looks worried. "Baby, I didn't want to go back to the pool-house. If we decided to go out today, I didn't want to waste any time. I want to treat you, too. You like it, don't you?"

"I do like it, I love it all, Daniel, but it's unnecessary. I don't need you to buy me clothes, I can pay for my own things. Well, unless your assistant decides to spend my money for me."

"I know, Bea, but you needed some things, and I have very little time left to spoil you. I thought I could get you a few bits that you need, plus a few little surprises. I'm sorry if it's upset you, that wasn't my intention."

Ok. Now I feel horrible. His face looks uncertain, and I
've just ruined his gift to me.

He strolls o
ver and takes my hands. "Please let me buy these things for you, I really want to."
Just be grateful and accept it. Bitch.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Daniel. I love it all and can't wait to wear it. Thank you, thank you." I kiss his cheek, I still haven't cleaned my teeth.
Bleugh
.

Daniel smiles at me. "I'd like to spend money on you today, and it's not up for further discussion," he says with a wink.

"Yes, sir! How did she know my size?"

"I told her."

"How do you know?"

"Bea, I touch you, I explore your body. I know what size you are. Plus, I checked your shoes."

"You're the best. Let's hope it all fits and that you don't have some 'Shallow Hal' syndrome."

Daniel laughs and holds me in a warm, lustful embrace. He leans down and kisses my cheek. "Can I kiss you yet, baby? I've cleaned my teeth..."

"I'd love to, but I still need to clean mine, so no. Where's my toothbrush?"

Daniel looks around the bed and finds it amongst some super-dooper expensive looking toiletries. I look at him, questioningly.
"Face cream, face wash... girls stuff, I don't know," he says by way of explanation and shrugs. "By the way, Bea, what fragrance do you wear? I love your smell."

"It's Chloe, funnily enough. Now I am going to smell Chloe and have Chloe hanging from my arm." I grin, excitedly, I'm looking forward to strutting about with my new, mega-money handbag.

"Lucky Chloe! I'm glad you like it," he says. "Now, clean your teeth."

Daniel isn't in the bedroom when I leave the bathroom ten minutes later. My face done, teeth clean and feeling like I didn't even have one drink last night. Remarkable. I remove my towel and put on my new, white underwear and jeans. There's a knock at the door and I automatically cross my hands over my chest to hide my body. I'm not sure why, it's not like Luke would be about to walk in here.