Felix sucked and pinched at her flesh, biting softly against her skin, all the time continuing to paint patterns with the stalk of hay, its tip scratching and caressing her in equal measure. Her body trembled in anticipation of the scrape of the grass and the exquisite feel of his mouth, and she struggled to keep her hands from seeking him out, too. He never let up the pressure on her breast, and with each glorious glide of his tongue, he traced the grass lower until he reached the waistband of her shorts.
With his hot breath on her skin, Felix dropped the stalk of hay. He slowly dipped his hand below the denim to gently graze over the aching bundle of nerves at her centre. With a gasp, Thea arched her back, pressing her mouth into his, inviting him to kiss her.
“I want to taste you again,” he growled against her lips, and at his words, Thea became lost in a wave of desire, pushing him down her body, hands on his shoulders. It was like he’d opened up the floodgates, and now she couldn’t ever get enough of his tongue. Enough of him.
He stopped at the top of her thighs, giving her just enough time to find her breath. With a burning intensity in his gaze, he peeled off her old denim shorts. Felix chuckled against the inside of her thigh. The vibration against her skin was delicious. “I think you’ll find it’s Thursday, not Wednesday.”
Thea frowned but then widened her eyes. Crap! Why, oh why, had she worn her days of the week knickers? Kitty hadgiven them to her for Christmas after they’d reminisced about having them as kids.
“I’m a stickler for accuracy, but under the circumstances, I’m willing to overlook the error.”
Thea opened her mouth, ready to defend her busy schedule for the mistake. That, and the fact that she got up in the half-light of dawn each day, but she had no time to respond before Felix resumed his journey towards the gentle throbbing between her legs.
By the time he reached his destination, she was a writhing mess, and it was all she could do to hold it together as he pushed down her knickers, dropping them to the floor. With a delicious smile, he found her centre, the heat of his breath pulsing against her.
Over and over, his tongue teased and circled her hot skin before plunging deep inside her. With every movement, blood sang louder in her ears, and Thea bunched her hands into fists, afraid that if she touched him, she’d leave marks. He was all she wanted. All she needed. And he was right where he belonged.
Each sweep of his tongue, each pass of his lips drove her on. Drove her to cry out his name, pull him in closer and tangle her fingers in his hair. Higher and higher she flew, never wanting to come down, but when he reached up to touch her breast, she exploded with a gasp, grinding hard against him, his throaty groan vibrating at her core.
Felix stayed between her legs until she caught her breath, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his eyes on her the whole time. Eventually, he sent her a wicked smile, and Thea brought her hands down to cup his face, rubbing one thumb along each cheekbone. He leaned in to kiss her palm before shoving up and kneeling above her.
With a wolfish grin, Felix pushed the lapels of his jacketaway from his shoulders, shrugging out of its arms. “You can get the days of the week wrong any time you like.”
Thea snickered and savoured the sight of him. He had the most erotic way of undressing. Deliberate, sensual, and full of promise, like he’d spent hours learning the choreography. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Thea drank in the sight of him, and she brought her foot against his crotch.
He took a sharp intake of breath. “Careful.”
Thea dragged her eyes off his chest to look down. She still had her dusty old work boots on. She’d been so intent on filling her relaxation quota that she’d forgotten to slip them off. “Oh crap, I’m sorry. Is there ever a time in my presence where you don’t take a blow to the testicles?”
Felix laughed, slipping off his shirt, his hard, freckled skin glowing in the lantern light.
“I’ll take them off,” she said, reaching down to undo their laces, noting the footprint she’d left on his tailored trousers.
With a grin, Felix brought his hand down to grip her ankle, stroking his fingers over her skin. “Leave them on.”
Thea’s heart skipped. Last time he’d asked her to keep her shoes on, he’d sent her to heaven and back. “And I thought it was just heels you liked.” Felix flicked an eyebrow and looked down at her as he undid the button of his trousers without a word.
Thea licked her lips. She could watch him do this all day. She’d never considered finding an older, brooding man so hot. Felix was only ten years her senior, but sometimes, with his stern face, she expected him to pull out a cane and give her a detention.
When he finally pulled his zipper down, Thea let out a breath. Hell, whatever he had going on, she was here for it.
“I like the boots,” he whispered. “They suit you, and I’ve always said I’m open to new experiences. Particularly where you’re involved.”
Thea’s cheeks heated, and a slow grin spread on her lips, her heart almost bursting out of her chest with happiness.
“I’m sensing I may have convinced you to give us a go,” he murmured. “Ruined your defences.”
Thea cocked a brow. “You may have made some progress.”
With his bottom lip gripped between his teeth and his lips curving to the heavens, Felix nudged off his own shoes leaving just his trousers on. He brought his body above Thea’s, resting on his arms in the hay. “Well, you’ve definitely ruinedme.”
She giggled, the sing-song sound rending the tension between them. “How ruined are we talking?”
He shook his head. “We’re talking way past the point of no return, completely dead and buried, kind of ruined.”
“Truly?” she asked, holding back the jitters in her chest.
“How could I be anything else? You’re all I can think about, Thea. I haven’t smiled in days. Haven’t eaten. I’ve been so miserable.”
