Felix watched her like an owl stalking a mouse. “There is another part of your anatomy you haven’t yet elucidated,” he said when she returned the goblet to the table.
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? I thought I was very thorough.”
“These.” He reached out to touch her collarbone, tracing his finger down until it brushed the hollow between her breasts, just visible above the neckline of her dress.
Her nipples tingled, sending an answering pulse through her quim. She smoothed her hands around her breasts over the dress, squeezing and lifting them. “You want to see these?”
His pupils dilated. “Yes.” The word was a hiss, a plea.
She allowed her hands one more luxurious pass over her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. “But you said you were already acquainted with what a woman looks like there.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw. “I want to see whatyoulook like there,” he ground out.
“We are all generally the same, I believe, apart from nominal variations. There’s no point in extending our lesson to that region.” Her nipples had stiffened, and she circled her fingers around them, drawing his attention. A groan rumbled in his throat. She delighted in toying with him like this, returning some of the frustration he’d given her—and that frustration was evident in the large protrusion tenting his tunic.
Her quim gave another little pulse at the sight of it. She hadn’t been able to fully appreciate his size and shape during their last encounter, and now she reached for him, wanting to feel his length in her hand. If she could desire him this much after achieving climax only moments ago, she could only imagine the lust that must be running rampant inside him.
He batted her hand away with a chiding sound. “If I can’t touch, then you can’t, either.”
She shot him a glare laden with as much pique as she could muster. There would be time for all this later. Perhaps it was better to end this encounter here. “Then I suppose we’re done for the evening.”
She rose quickly to her feet, which caused her head to spin. She stumbled, arms flailing out.
Felix caught her around the waist, holding her steady as her dizziness dissipated. But as her balance returned, a new kind of unsteadiness took hold, born of being held in his arms, pressed tight against his body.
“Are you all right?” he murmured.
“Just a dizzy spell,” she replied. His arousal was still evident, an intriguing stiffness against her stomach.
His hold on her loosened, but he didn’t release her. “When can I see you again? Tomorrow?”
His eagerness gratified her. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to say yes, to find herself right back here in no more than a day’s time.
But she felt unmoored by this encounter, shaken by the effect he had on her. Some distance would help her approach their next meeting with more circumspection.
“Next week, I think,” she said, stepping away from his tempting embrace. “I’ll send a messenger when I’ve identified an ideal date.”
He nodded, some of the lust receding from his face to be replaced by a layer of detachment. “Very well. I will bid you good evening, then.”
She waited a moment, expecting him to see her out, but when no offer was forthcoming, she gave him a small nod and left the room.
Chapter 20
It was impolite to let Lucretia leave without escorting her to the front door, but Felix had no other choice. His current state of painful, demanding arousal was not fit to be seen by his staff.
After she left, he closed the door to the dining room, threw himself down on a couch, and yanked up his tunic to get at his throbbing, unsatisfied cock. He let out a hiss as his fist completed the first hasty stroke. He’d been hard from the moment she started pulling up her dress, at the first glimpse of her delicately curved calf. The sight of her quim, thatched with reddish curls, had made him ache.
And then when he actually touched her—a groan rumbled in his throat at the memory. He’d been on the edge as soon as his fingers delved between her legs, exploring her most intimate places. The experience had made him question if it were possible to climax without a single touch.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t happened, which was why he was now almost out of his mind with lust. He couldn’t even remember when they had set their next meeting for. Or had they set it atall? There might have been a mention of a messenger to confirm the date…
He could figure that out later. Now, he had only one concern, and that was relieving the delicious, agonizing pressure in his groin.
He tightened his grip on himself, stroking up and down. She’d wanted to touch him, and by Mars, he had no idea how he’d summoned the self-control to deny her. He only knew he’d enjoyed the look on her face, peeved and petulant.
This was far from the first time he’d pleasured himself to the thought of her, but it was the first time he’d done it moments after touching her, after having his finger palm-deep inside her, the heady smell of her permeating his mind. He could still feel her muscles spasming around him.Fuck, what would that feel like on his cock?
The thought was too much to withstand. The pressure swelled and burst in a sweet, wracking release.
