Saturday morning, Will picked up Elizabeth bright and early. He had told her to wear something that was warm, comfortable and to wear walking shoes. When she appeared she had on jeans and a sweater that molded softly to her and enhanced her curves.
"I thought Georgie would be coming with us today?" Elizabeth asked with evident confusion.
"I'm not bringing my sister on our date." He lowered his voice, "I want you all to myself."
"Oh." She looked up at him, "I guess I misunderstood."
"You look beautiful this morning." He caught her hands and lifted them to his lips to kiss each one. "You're not wearing the bracelet I gave you last night."
"Your gift was beautiful," She explained patiently, "But not appropriate for day wear."
"I want you to wear what I bought you." His eyes hungrily took in her appearance as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him possessively. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."
"I don't belong to you or anyone else; I think I've been perfectly clear about that." The icy coldness of her voice brought a blazing flash of anger to his eyes and his mouth tightened in anger.
"Why do you have to fight me on everything?" His eyes narrowed to slits, "Why can't you just indulge me and wear the present I bought you."
Her voice was calm, "Because you tell me what to do instead of asking me."
His relief was evident as he smiled, "Elizabeth would you please wear the bracelet I gave you for our date today?" He bent his head, met her lips and kissed her tenderly. "It would make me very happy."
"Okay." She answered reluctantly, "It's in my bedroom. I'll be right back."
He watched her ascend the staircase and appreciated the lithe way her body moved. He imagined what it would be like to feel her under him while he kissed every inch of her delectable body.
When Elizabeth got to her room, she retrieved the bracelet out of her jewelry box and wrapped it around her wrist and secured the clasp. She sat down on her bed for a moment, took a deep cleansing breath and with a sigh made her way back to Will.
"That's better." He said with satisfaction.
"You really do like getting your own way, don't you?" She looked him in the eyes.
"I believe you asked me that before," He smiled with confidence, "and the answer is still the same. Yes I do."
"You do know what happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object?" She glanced up at him with a sly smirk.
She's flirting with me and I'm not going to let this opportunity pass. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him until her body fit snuggly against his. With a growl he whispered in her ear, "Don't tempt me to find out." His mouth found hers with a demanding kiss that claimed a piece of her soul. His voice was husky as he nibbled on her ear, "It would be my joy to find out and I can guarantee that together we would be combustible."
He remembered that he was standing in her family's front room with her parents upstairs so he released her and said, "Unless you're willing to test my theory right here, I would suggest we go now."
Elizabeth stepped away from him and collected her jacket from the closet.
Will walked her out to the sports car and helped her in before he took his place in the driver's seat. Once they were on the way, Will headed to I-80 South.
"So are you going to tell me where we are going?" Lizzie tried to lighten the tension that had sprung up between them.
"I'm taking you to San Francisco." He glanced at her and asked, "Have you spent much time there?"
"No my dad doesn't like town, so I've never had a chance to explore the city."
"Great, we'll do the tourist thing." His eyes brightened in happiness, "It'll be my pleasure to show you all my favorite places."
When they got to the city he first took her to Fisherman's Wharf and her genuine excitement made him a most enthusiastic tour guide. They took a ride on a cable car, he took her to Golden Gate Park and visited the Academy of Sciences, the de Young Museum and took a stroll in the Conservatory of Flowers.
They visited the Ansel Adams Museum and he took her took her to lunch at the historic Cliff House. After they had finished their meal; they strolled hand in hand along the beach and he was once again enchanted by her reaction. Her childlike eagerness for every display at the Exploratorium delighted him. They took a walk on the Golden Gate Bridge and Will was rewarded by her hugs and kisses. He loved every minute of their day because he got to spend it with Elizabeth. As dusk approached he turned the car away from the Golden Gate Bridge and drove into the hills.
When they reached their destination, he stopped the car and helped Elizabeth out. As he walked her up the rise, she asked, "Where are you talking me?"
"You'll see in a minute, trust me you're going to love it." He squeezed her hand and led her to the overlook.
Lizzie's breath caught is her throat when she looked up; looming up in front of her in all its majesty was the Golden Gate Bridge.
"It seems so close that it's almost as though I can reach out and touch it with my hand." Emotion choked her voice, "It's indescribable, so beautiful." As sunset was upon them, a fire lit up the sky and the bridge seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. When the sun had set, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with unabashed joy. "Thank you for this. I'll never forget it, what an incredible sight that was."
He held her tightly to him and lifted her up into his arms. "It's my pleasure to share this with you." He ran his hands through her windswept curls, "I knew you would appreciate this place as much as I do." He sighed as he let her down, "I found this place after our parents died. I'm not sure why but it makes me feel close to them somehow." He looked down into her eyes, the emotion showing clearly in the depths, "I've never brought anyone here except Georgie because it always seemed too personal to me."
She saw the fleeting pain in his eyes and she pressed her body against him and pulled him down to her. She placed a light kiss upon his lips and he needed no further invitation; he urgently deepened the kiss as his hands moved down and found the curve of her hips while he drew her against him with gentle pressure. He slid his hands under her sweater and with gentle caresses reveled in the softness of her skin as he felt the curve of her breasts. He found the clasp to her bra and in a practiced movement released it while his hand sought the firm roundness of her breast. His breathing became ragged and his arousal became apparent.
With firm pressure against his chest, Lizzie pushed him back and slipped out of his embrace. His eyes were dark with passion as he sought to read her expression.
She started to re-hook the clasp on her bra when he turned her around and he pushed her sweater up in the back, took the ends of the lace in his hands and secured them firmly in place. He feathered kisses down her back and sighed with pleasure.
"I'd better get you some dinner." He gave her a wink, "I wouldn't want you to starve."
They found a small local deli and enjoyed sandwiches with a wonderful clam chowder.
Will and Elizabeth were contentedly silent on the drive home and once in Napa, he stopped the car on the side of the road.
"Please come home with me tonight, Elizabeth." He moved his fingers gently over her forehead and pushed a silky curl from her brow, he looked into her eyes, "I need you so badly."
"I'm sorry." She said as she drew back from his touch.
His disappointment was palpable as he started the car and headed towards her house. Once there, he parked the car and walked her to the front porch.
"I want you to be my date for the annual Christmas party this year." He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck with soft kisses and she enjoyed the feeling it evoked in her.
"I'm afraid I can't, I always go with my father." She refused without any thought or consideration.
"Your father can take your mother or one of your other sisters." His voice had suddenly turned steely.
"That's not likely since Jane is going with Mr. Bingley and you've met the rest of them, they're impossible to take anywhere without extreme embarrassment." She shrugged with nonchalance, "So as you can see, my father will want to go with me."
"Shall I talk to your mother and father?" He indicated the door.
"No, I guess not." She conceded resentfully, "It's not like you would be giving him any choice either, I guess I will go with you."
"It's on December 11 this year and," he smiled down at her, "you could sound a little happier about it."
"Not without losing my dinner." She retorted with a sly grin.
"You love to torture me don't you?
"It's a good way to pass the day."
"If you're going to mock me, you're going to suffer the consequences." His voice was soft but held a whisper of a threat.
"What would that be?"
"This…" He leaned his face in toward her and when he was just shy of her lips, he found a ticklish part of her anatomy and tickled her mercilessly until she cried 'uncle'.
"You're a brute." She slapped him on the shoulder.
"I warned you earlier not to tempt me." He closed the distance between them and took possession of her lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with a passion born out of desperate need. He groaned as she responded with an ardor equal to his own. His hands slid down her back and she arched her body toward him as he moved to meet her.
With a sudden realization of where they were, he reluctantly dragged his lips away from hers and released her.
His heart was beating wildly as he leaned against the door to calm his body. "You'd better go inside before I lose all my will power, you are so intoxicating to me; I can't help myself where you are concerned. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I can't see you tomorrow, I have homework to do and I have to study for a test." With a sigh she chided, "Somebody has been monopolizing my time so I haven't gotten any work done this weekend."
"Okay, I can take a hint; I'll see you on Monday." He gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the check, "But no later than that."
He opened the car door and stopped to look back at Elizabeth; he caught her eye and smiled. He slid into the driver's seat while she entered and shut the front door. He couldn't get enough of this woman, she had gotten under his skin and he wanted to be with her all the time.