Chapter 7 #2
Panicked, he stood, water sluicing off his body and sloshing about as he stepped out of the tub.
Nicole handed him a towel as her gaze traveled over him.
Desire darkened her eyes. His body responded, and even with the cloth wrapped around his waist, there was no way to hide his arousal. “Nicole, don’t come any closer.”
“Why?”
He stared at her with wide eyes. Nicole was no ninny, she knew exactly what she was about, but he questioned her motives for placing herself in such a scandalous position.
“You know why.” Felix closed the gap between them until he was but a foot away from the woman.
“Tempting a rake is not a wise thing to do.”
Her smirk beheld mischief. “I would have thought you were too tired to pose a danger. According to your coachmen, you forced your team to travel day and night for days.”
"There will be no leaving this room if you come any closer," he said, his voice rough and cutting. Would she dare to come to him?
Her eyes never leaving his, Nicole reached behind her and released the ribbon that held her dress in place. The sleeves of her dress fell away to her wrists, exposing her generous breasts that he wanted to feast upon.
Felix swallowed hard. “I haven’t yet had an opportunity to speak to your father.”
“He’ll hardly object if he discovers us together.” She slipped her hands through the armholes, and her dress pooled at her feet.
“He’ll have my head. Are you trying to get me killed?” Felix asked. “Is this your plan to avoid marrying me?”
Naked, Nicole stepped forward. She was mere inches away from him and his thudding heart. “Oh, I won’t let you run away again. My plan is to order the blacksmith to shackle you to me for the rest of your days.”
Felix blinked, taking a moment for her words to sink in. "You want to marry me—"
"I already told you once before that I love you, and I believe you have made me wait long enough." Her free hand came up to cup his face. "I've loved you ever since you trod upon my toes."
His cheeks flooded with heat. God, how had he got so lucky?
Her eyes darkened, and she whispered, "You're magnificent."
His cock twitched at the compliment. Nicole was the only one who could make him believe he was more than capable. "I wish not to disappoint you." He reached for her, his fingers trembling slightly.
“I have faith in you, Felix.” She linked her arms about his neck, and he bent to lift her.
He placed his hands firmly about her lush, rounded bottom, as she instinctively wrapped her legs about his waist. As he walked them over to the bed, she placed light kisses along his jaw.
"Nicole…" He sat upon the bed and settled her upon his lap as his palms skimmed her sides until his hands settled on her waist. "You're perfect. "
She leaned back to glare at him. "I'm not—"
"You are." He kissed her, cutting off her protest. "You're perfect for me, and that's all that matters."
Long, drugging kisses followed by urgent and demanding nips at his neck had Felix coming undone. He wanted her like he’d been starving for days. He laid her on her back and feasted on her breasts, laving over one nipple and then the other.
"Felix, I want—" Her words were silenced as he slid a finger between her slick nether lips.
She was more than ready for him but he wanted their first experience to be pleasurable and not a harried affair. He rolled atop of her, bracing his weight upon his forearms. “I’ll never leave you again.”
Nicole stared up at him with desire-filled eyes. "I've dreamed about this. About having you in my arms, in my bed, making you forget about every woman before me." Her hands slid into his damp hair. "Make me yours."
“Before I do, I must confess.” Felix heaved in a calming breath. “I’ve never lain with another.”
Nicole frowned. “But…”
He rolled onto his back and cradled the back of his head in his palms to prevent himself from reaching out for her. “It was Reg. He pretended to be me, like he is doing now back in London.”
In a flash, Nicole was atop of him, straddled across his stomach, precariously close to his cock that was erect and painfully hard. “What do you mean Reg is pretending to be you?”
“I couldn’t wait. I had to come here.” It took every ounce of self control not to drag her down to him.
Her pert breasts were tempting him, but her mouth was even more desirable.
God, he wanted to kiss her and let nature take its course.
But not communicating in the past had led to misunderstandings, and he wanted to do better.
Felix closed his eyes to focus. “The transfer of ducal duties is long and arduous, even though I’ve been acting as my father’s proxy for years. ”
His eyes shot open as Nicole trailed a finger along his collarbone and then done the center of his chest. “So you left your responsibilities for me?”
Felix captured her by the wrist. “I did.”
She brought her hand up to her chest and grazed his knuckles over the tip of her breast, beckoning him to touch her.
He couldn’t resist. He cupped her generous bosom in his hand and teased the pert nipple between two fingers.
Nicole’s eyes fluttered closed, and her hips shifted as she arched her back once more.
Fully aroused, he grabbed hold of her by the hips and urged her up onto her knees.
He shifted down the bed to position himself beneath her so the tip of his cock could stroke her slit.
With one hand, he stroked his engorged manhood and slid it against her moist center.
Nicole’s head fell back, and the most erotic moan escaped her as she lowered herself on him.
Inch by inch, he filled her, and the glorious sensation of being together sent his heart racing.
She stopped, and her muscles clenched about him.
Her maidenhood had yet to be breached. He could help her, grip her hips and thrust into her.
Before his could finish the thought, Nicole sank fully upon him and rocked slowly back and forth.
Of course, Nicole would take the lead, much like she had all those years ago when they first met.
He let her set the pace, but her moans intensified.
He didn’t want to stop, but if Baron Swyft were to hear them…
Felix tugged her down to him and kissed her soundly as he continued to thrust into her, over and over until her entire body suddenly tensed and then relaxed. Acting upon instinct, he circled his hips and began to thrust harder, faster, until her nails bit into his shoulders.