“Shall I do it again? Then maybe I can understand what you mean.”
Felicity nodded. “It started when you tried to unbutton my pelisse.”
“May I?”
She nodded.
He was slower than before as reached for the large enamel button, his knuckles brushing her breasts and Felicity closed her eyes.
“That’s it. That’s the feeling.”
He undid another button, taking his time as now both hands worked the buttons free, brushing across her nipples, and her head dropped back against the seat.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “More.”
“You want me to touch your breasts?” he said it quietly, in a sultry low voice that skimmed along her nerve endings, pulling at the strings that tightened in her core.
Her bodice loosened.
“Touch them, please.”
His soft hair touched her cheek as he bent close and resumed kissing the sensitive skin around her clavicle, and his hand cupped her breast, squeezing lightly. She reflexively pressed herself into his hand, searching for more contact, more sensation.
“I’d like to taste your pretty nipples, just like I’m tasting your skin.”
She was nodding before he finished speaking. To his credit he did not tease her for her wanton display. He returned his wicked mouth to her skin and slid his fingers along the ruffled edge of her chemise.
She felt the tug of the ribbon that tightened the neckline of her chemise. The top loosened and his hand, the rough pads of his fingers, danced along the delicate skin until he reached inside, his cool fingers a delightful shock. He reached her nipple, the zing of sensation so acuteshe jerked against him, her thighs slamming together.
“Oh my,” she gasped.
The acute sensitivity of her nipples made his touch both painful and pleasurable in a way she’d never known was possible. Nor had she guessed that she’d enjoy it as much as she was this moment.
His mouth reached the gaping edge of her bodice, sucking at her skin, and she knew she wanted his mouth on her breast, but it was not possible, not in this dress. She threaded her fingers into his hair, then dragged one hand to his chest, hindered by his jacket. She wanted to feel his body. Her hand drifted lower and an idea formed in her passion fogged mind. She kept going, waiting for him to stop her, to give her a signal that she shouldn’t, but he hungrily feasted on her skin and neck, his fingers toying with her peaked nipple, slightly tugging and making her head spin with desire.
She reached his outer thigh, near his hip. All she had to do was slid her hand inward.
“Don’t you dare,” he said against her skin.
Felicity froze. “What?”
He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “If you touch me right now, I’ll come in my breeches like a damn greenhorn and I’ll never forgive you.” They both dropped their gazes to his groin where the obscene outline of his manhood displayed his need.
“I don’t understand anything you just said. I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel like I do.”
“I know, love. Believe me, if we were somewhere else, I’d let you do whatever you want with my cock. Stroke it, suck it, recite poetry to it, but right here, right now, is not the time for me to spill all over my trousers and leave this carriage, announcing to the world that I’ve got the stamina of a frisky lad after his first touch of a breast.”
Felicity pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh at his absurd descriptions. She was beginning to understand him now. “What is a greenhorn?” she asked out of curiosity.
“A young horned animal, but the term also describes an inexperienced boy.”
“Inexperienced in touching breasts?”
“Inexperienced in holding back his pleasure until after his lady love has had hers.”
“Oh,” the way he saidlovemade her stomach float pleasantly.
