Page 43 of Taken By the Fake Fiancé

I ignore the instant signal that my brain has sent to my groin and the stirrings of arousal that I have begun to feel and try to focus on something else instead of on Felicity, who has stopped the movement of her hand as if suddenly realizing what she's doing. And then, she's raising her head to look at me through the cascade of her hair that has fallen everywhere, even across her face.

I take in her beautiful morning face, the puffiness of her cheeks, and her gorgeous lips, now completely bare and pink and half open as she gazes at me in shock.

"Oh, my God!" she whispers but does not attempt to move away.

No longer keeping my curiosity at bay, I put my hands on her face, sliding her hair to the side to get a better look at her and smile when I'm greeted by her wide panicked green eyes.

"I'm really sorry," she croaks, her voice low and breathy and sultry. "I didn't realize that--"

I slide a finger against her lips to shush her.

"It's…," I murmur, pushing myself up and bringing my body into closer proximity to hers. "I don't mind that I woke up like this," I continue to say in a low voice, thick with arousal.

I slide my fingers on her lips, across her cheeks, cupping her smooth, soft jaw and bring her lips to mine in a moment of weakness, to taste her.

I would be a complete fool if I did not do this. The sensation that I'd begun to experience at my groin roars at the first taste of Felicity's soft, delectable lips.

I slide my hand through her hair as I press my lips against hers even harder, slipping my tongue into her warm, wet mouth, hungry to taste her further. With a broken moan, Felicity kisses me back, I instantly harden at the needy way she kisses me; like she has dreamt about doing this.

I don't think about the consequences of our actions or whatever this could mean. There's no time to wonder about anything outside of what is happening at this moment.

I massage Felicity's scalp as we continue to kiss, slowly and languidly. I am more than tempted to deepen the kiss, to explore and plunder, but I am a little afraid of scaring her away with my ferocious desire for her. So, leaning back down, I take her with me, groaning when she follows willingly, sliding her legs on both side of me, straddling me, and pressing her warm center against my stomach.

"Oh, baby. You feel so good,” I groan as I feel my control begin to melt away the longer we stay in this lip-lock.

I want to do more than kiss Felicity. I want to run my hands across her body and take her shirt off. I want to feel her nipples pebble in my hands and swipe my hands against her femininity. With a louder groan, I slid my hands between us, brushing my hands over the wonderful swell of her beasts, blindly pinching the softer crown of flesh, and feeling it tighten.

"Declan..." Felicity moans my name, her voice low and breathy, filled with so much lust that I almost completely lose it.

I am about to turn us over and do everything I have thought of when a knock sounds on the door.

"Declan?" I hear Mother's voice. There's no time for Felicity to slide off me because Mother pushes the door open a second later and gives a little gasp at what she has walked in on.

Felicity flies off me and pulls the covers against her, but Mother is already retreating with an apologetic look.

"My bad," closing the door, Mother says through it. "I wanted to inform you that breakfast is ready and that you should come down and have it whenever you are ready."

"Okay, Mom," I say.

The moment the sound of her footsteps begins to fade, I turn toward Felicity, who looks completely gob-smacked. I watch her for a couple of seconds, noting that she has refused to meet my eyes.

"Hey..." I start moving her.

But Felicity jumps out of bed and says, "I'd better be ready."

I look at her in confusion as she moves to the closet to grab her dress.

"We haven't had breakfast yet."

"Oh, I'm far from hungry," she says as she takes her dress with her to the bathroom and shuts the door with a bang.

I drop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

I am actually very hungry. But not for food.

Felicity regrets the kiss; it's evident in her jerky movements and how she hasn't been quite able to meet my eyes. I’d thought that she’d been into it too, and not just because she had kissed me back hungrily. The truth is, I had noticed the way she had looked at me last night; she had watched me the way I had watched her.God, I hope she doesn't decide to get out of this simply because of what I have let happen.

When the bathroom door opens, she steps out again, dressed in her outfit from the day before, I realize that I miss the shirt she's been wearing and her beautiful, smooth legs that had captured my attention last night and held it.

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