Without breaking their mouths, Phineas’s hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her. Felicity tore her mouth from his and clasped his shoulders, startled when he nudged her legs wide and lowered her, so she straddled his knee.
Good heavens!
She could feel every muscle of his thigh against her quim. Phineas clasped her hips and dragged her up against his muscular thigh, so they were almost connected hip to hip.
The piercing sensation that he provoked between her legs pulled a restless sob from deep inside her throat. Their gazes collided and they froze. “My lord…I…I…I am riding your…yourthigh.”
“I know,” he drawled with wicked sensuality. “Do you want to go?”
“No.” The soft words were dragged from a place where she buried all her unfulfilled longing. “I…I want to be out here with you, likethis, feeling…just feeling.”
There came that slow smile again, laced with promises of pleasure and potential heartbreak, for she was falling too deep and too fast into this…whatever this was. Felicity held her breath, keeping the air trapped in her lungs, afraid to exhale. Afraid of the feelings filling her with chaotic cravings. Holding her gaze with the piercing blue of his, Phineas tugged at her gown and revealed her breasts to the cool night air. He dipped his head and licked at her sensitive nipple. He sucked her deep into his mouth, and her body jerked under the burn of pleasure, and she cried out in the stillness of the night. “Phineas!”
She whimpered and curled her hands behind his neck, the move thrusting her breast further out in a perfect arch and more into his mouth. Then he kissed lower, through her gown, but she felt as if they were skin to skin. He stooped before her and slipped one hand beneath her dress.Oh God!Sensual weakness assailed Felicity, and she leaned back against the trunk even more. She trembled and bit into her lower lip as he stroked his hands over her calves, over her knees and up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
She glanced down, unable to see him, for his head and shoulders were beneath her dress. Felicity blushed and then whimpered when he sank his teeth at the soft spot of her lower belly. His tongue glided over the bite, soothing and arousing all at once. His long fingers parted her drawers, revealing her most intimate spot.
She almost fainted when he licked her…there. Felicity slapped a hand over her mouth to still the shocked yet very lustful cries as he curled his tongue over her clitoris, striking an almost painful pleasure into that bundle of nerves. She did not know if she wanted to push him away or pull his head more firmly against her. Another dip of his tongue, then what felt like an open-mouthed kiss against her sex. Sensations raced across her skin, tightening pleasures low between her legs. Her entire body trembled as a wanton heat speared her as he licked her with sensual greed. With a keening cry, she shattered, gasping as pleasure broke her apart.
His hand still beneath her dress cupping her sex, Phineas rose and buried his face into her throat. His body trembled, and she felt the need in him to ravish her. “Do you want more,” he growled against the curve of her neck. “Just say the word, Felicity.”
“What words,” she whispered shakily.
“Yes.”
She wanted to curl into his embrace. “And what happens after I say yes?”
He slid a hot, probing finger through her curls, dipping low until he rimmed the entrance of her sex. “Say yes, and I’ll slide my cock in here.”
An exquisite pleasure-pain tightened low in her belly. She licked her lips. “What is your cock?”
He froze, and then a rough laugh chuffed him. “Touch me…like where I am touching you.”
With trembling fingers, she reached out and met a thick iron hardness. “I’ve heard it called manhood.”
He groaned. She lightly touched him through his trousers, and he groaned. One of his long fingers pushed inside of her, and aroused weakness assailed her.
“I don’t…,” she began huskily, “I don’t think your cock…will fit there.” For it was alarmingly thicker than the one finger that he glided in and out with such slow carnality.
“I’ll make it fit,” he said in a soft growl, impaling her sex a little harder and deeper with that finger. “It will hurt a bit, and you’ll be sore tomorrow, but you’ll also scream your pleasure, I promise it.”
Oh God. He hissed as a rush of wetness greeted his fingers, and she blushed at her uncensored response. Felicity was so tempted to say yes and damn the consequences. What would it be like for that place that ached with emptiness and want, to be filled…and by Phineas? A whimper tore from her, and her legs weakened. She managed to cling to a few wispy tendrils of logic that said everything was happening too fast. “I only wanted a kiss,” she confessed, frightened by the awful craving she felt for this man.
This was…this was…God, she did not know.
He lightly touched his lips to her forehead, and his finger disappeared from her body. Then her dress dropped to her ankles in a whispering pool. He adjusted her dress so her breasts were once more decently covered. Felicity felt unaccountably mortified. The very first night under a roof with him and she had acted in such a wanton manner. “You must think me—”
“Sensual, passionate, sweet, and a wonderful lady, Miss Harrington, who must think of me as a marauding beast unable to control his baser urges. Nothing of the sort, I assure you; I’ve not had a lover in over a year.”
She blinked and then laughed, understanding his intention. “I suppose we will agree we are both adults who can choose to indulge in passion should we want to.”
He flashed her a rather charming, lopsided grin. “Hmm. Something along those lines.”
“Why have you no lover in over a year?”
“No one has tempted me.”
Until you.