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Chapter 12

Lust glazed Felix’s green eyes as he stared at her.His lips parted, and she traced her thumb across the lower one.

“Sarah—”

She rotated her thumb to a vertical position and covered both lips.“Shhh.Don’t tell me we shouldn’t.I have no idea what my future holds—beyond a millinery shop—and I don’t want to regret not experiencing this.”

His brow creased, and he did not appear convinced.“May I speak now?”

“Only if you plan to agree.”

The hint of a smile tugged at his mouth.“Against my better judgment,” he said.“You are incredibly hard to refuse.Impossible, it appears.Since you had the forethought to close the drapes, dare I hope you locked the door?”He cringed slightly, and she suspected he was thinking how he should have asked that question earlier.

“Of course I did.”She stroked her hand along his erection, which hadn’t flagged in the slightest as they’d stood there.She was amazed at how she enjoyed touching him there, everywhere.“I suppose it’s too much to hope to be naked.”

He moaned before claiming her mouth in a swift but thorough kiss.“It is, I’m afraid.But we’ll make the most of what we have.”His eyes locked on hers.“You’re certain?”

She clasped the side of his neck, drawing his head down.“Kiss me, Felix.”

His mouth opened over hers, and his tongue drove deep inside, stirring her already white-hot desire to even greater heights.She kissed him back, moving one of her hands beneath the hem of his shirt to feel the smooth plane of his back.He was warm and hard, his muscles taut against her palm.

He tipped his head up.“There is no good place to lie down in here.”

“The carpet?”she suggested.

“It wouldn’t be comfortable.”He looked down at her with a hint of mischief in his eyes.“How adventurous are you feeling?”

“With you, I want to explore everything.”

His gaze darkened, and he took her hand, leading her to the small settee angled near the fireplace.Turning, he sat down.“Lift your skirts and put your knees on either side of me.”

Sarah’s sex pulsed as she looked down at his jutting erection.Reaching down, she raised her skirts and situated herself as he’d directed.She immediately felt the heat of him against her and inhaled sharply.

He burrowed his hand beneath her skirts, and his fingers found her sex, stroking along the sensitive folds and stoking her arousal.His eyes met hers again.“You’re certain?”

“Yes.Stop asking me that.”His finger pressed inside, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.She put her hands on his shoulders, letting her skirts pool around them.

Sliding in and out of her, he used his thumb to tease that spot that seemed to be the point of release.Whenever he touched her there, her body tensed with pleasure and she wanted to shout with rapture.Shouting, however, would be bad, so she only allowed a soft whimper.

“Kiss me, Sarah,” he urged.

She dipped her head and held him tightly as she put her mouth on his.He continued his campaign on her sex, and she was helpless against the sensations.Her hips moved, almost of their own volition, as he propelled her toward her climax.

Just as the waves of pleasure broke over her, his hand moved, and she felt his cock against her opening.He pushed inside, his other hand outside her skirts clasping her waist and holding her steady.

She cried out into his mouth as her body spasmed, and his shaft filled her.There was discomfort but also an intensifying of the shocks streaming through her body.

Taking her mouth from his, she fought to breathe, her heart pounding.He kissed her neck, the edge of her collarbone, the base of her throat.“Move, if you want,” he said against her, his tongue teasing her flesh.“In this position, you can control everything.”

She was working to become accustomed to having him inside her.It was an incredibly different and exciting sensation.She rotated her hips against his pelvis, a hesitant inquiry to determine what she wanted.

She realized she liked the feel of him against her on the outside as well as having him on the inside.His hand splayed on her outer thigh, massaging her and urging her on.

“It’s a bit like riding,” she said.

“Exactly.”

“But far more pleasurable.”