“Totally,” she said in a soft voice.
Chapter 15
Davey Turnbull
Lucy
“You are so handsome,” I breathed as I looked up at Felix. We’d made it in from the car but not far beyond the front door. I hadn’t even taken my coat off before I turned to him, wrapped my arms around him, looked up at his gorgeous face and blurted that out. Not exactly as smooth as I’m sure Felix was used to, but I was a couple of cocktails down and I’d spent the last twenty minutes breathing him in on the car ride. There was only so much a girl could take. And hewashandsome. So handsome it was almost unreal.
I wasn’t sure what was driving him to take me home tonight, to kiss me, but I wasn’t going to question it. If this was the only time I ever had with Felix, I was going to make the most of it, and that included telling him how handsome he was. He smiled down at me, his long-lost dimple making an appearance for the second time that evening, reached up and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, searching my face in that intense way that made my stomach flip over.
“You are so fucking gorgeous it’s almost painful,”he murmured before he kissed the corner of my mouth again. Another tummy flip and a wave of desire so strong I thought I probably would have sunk to the ground had I not been secure in the circle of Felix’s arms. I’d never had a compliment involving the f-word before – it had a certain extra kick.
“You’re really good at this,” I said, and he chuckled against my neck.
“Come on,” he muttered through a smile, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs. He paused at the bottom step. “Do you want a drink?” I shook my head vigorously, and he smiled again as if I was funny. “Toast and Marmite?” Another head shake. “Tea?” His tone was teasing now, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Felix, take me upstairs,” I said, trying to make my voice as firm as possible, but it just made his smile widen.
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said in a low voice before he brushed his lips against mine again, causing a whole body shiver and another head rush, making me feel almost lightheaded. This time, I did stumble slightly. Felix’s eyes narrowed at that, and his smile dropped. “How much have you had to drink, Lucy?”
I shrugged. In truth, I was pretty buzzed. Being a cider drinker, I think I may have underestimated how strong those cocktails were. That was probably why I hadn’t been a bundle of nerves in the crowded bar. Definitely why I opened up to Piers about my writing. But there was no way I was going to let that get in the way of my chance with Felix. This might be the only opportunity I had with him. If he thought I was shitfaced, I knew he wouldn’t go any further with me. And we were going further, goddamn it. I’d been dreaming of this since middle school. Nothing was getting in my way.
“Hardly anything,” I said, trying to look as sober as possible. He narrowed his eyes and pulled away slightly.
“Maybe we should pause things tonight, love,” he said.
“No!” I semi-shouted, and his eyebrows went up in surprise. “There will be nopausing of things. Look, I’ll prove how sober I am.” I pulled away from him to walk up the corridor in a straight line, heel to toe. Unfortunately, seeing as Iwasa wee bit shitfaced and wearing stupid heeled boots, I listed to the side, and Felix had to catch me before I fell on my arse. He laughed as he pulled me against him again and gave me another brief kiss.
“We don’t have to do anything now,” he said softly as he looked down at my frustrated face. “There’s no rush to?—”
“I swear I’m sober. You try doing that in these stupid boots.”
“Lucy, I?—”
“Felix Moretti, if you don’t take me to your bedroom right now and do bad, bad things to me, I will… well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll piss me right off. I haven’t been fantasising about you for the vast majority of my life only to have you put the kibosh on it just because you think I’m a bit squiffy. That’s not going to fly, boss or no.”
His body was shaking with laughter now, and it only served to piss me off more. When he’d finished laughing, he looked down at my scowling face.
“You’ve wanted me for that long?” he asked, his tone low and intense. In the back of my mind, I realised that sober-not-lust-crazed Lucy would be mortified to be revealing that much to Felix. But tipsy-Felix-addled Lucy was very much in charge at the moment, andshewas going to be sorted out tonight in Felix’s bed. I leaned into him and stared deep into his eyes.
“Felix, I promise I know what I’m doing. Please.”
The amusement died in Felix’s expression as he searched my face. “Christ,” he groaned. “I’m going straight to hell.”
Then he kissed me. Not briefly this time. Thistime, it was deep, long and demanding. My knees went weak, but his strong arms were around me holding me up as my tongue slid into his mouth and my hands found their way under his shirt to feel the muscles of his back under his warm skin. I swear Felix’s body temperature ran a few degrees higher than the average human. He was such a perfect counterbalance to me. I always felt cold, but with Felix, I was so warm I felt like I was burning up.
“Take me to bed,” I muttered against his lips, and he groaned again before pulling away, taking my hand and dragging me towards the stairs. When I stumbled on the third step, I thought he was going to go all noble again and suggest putting the brakes on. But instead, he bent down and swept me up with one arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders. He then proceeded to jog up the stairs, taking them two at a time, with me held up against his chest as if he didn’t even register my weight at all.
We made it to the top landing, and Felix, clearly still not feeling me capable of independent ambulation, turned and strode down the corridor, before kicking open one of the doors and taking me into what must be his bedroom. I only had a moment to take in the deep grey of the walls against the stark white of the bedding on his huge bed before I was deposited on the soft duvet. I came up on my elbows to watch Felix shrug his coat off onto the floor, loosen his tie, undo the top button of his shirt, then do that incredibly sexy man-manoeuvre I’d only ever seen in films when the man grabs their shirt from the back between their shoulder blades and whips it off in one.
“Oh my God,” I breathed as I took in his torso. Tanned skin, defined muscles, broad shoulders. He smiled at me then, wide and glamorous, his white teeth standing out against his dark skin and thick stubble, his dimple making me catch my breath. All the blood seemed to leave my brain and sweep down south. He was just that beautiful. He climbed over to methen, and I sank back onto the bed as my elbows gave out. His still-smiling face hovered above mine, the muscles of his arms bulging with tension as he held himself above me. Then he lowered himself down, his delicious weight pressing me further into the bed, an intense warmth flooding from his body to mine.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered roughly in my ear, and I let out a puff of air that I hadn’t even realised I’d been holding, then pulled a sharp breath in. He rocked against me, and I made a sound I’d never imagined myself capable of – a desperate sort of small moan from deep within my chest. That seemed to trigger a loss of some of his control. He groaned again, and his mouth sealed over mine with another demanding kiss. One of my hands went into his thick hair to hold him to me, and the other went up around his back, feeling the muscles move under the scorching skin as he continued to rock into me.
“You have way too many clothes on,” he muttered against my lips as he started to wrestle with my coat, throwing it onto the floor, then moving onto my jumper dress, which he pulled over my head to follow the coat. “What the fuck?” he said as my next layer of merino wool dress was revealed. When that layer went, he started laughing when he encountered my full-length lace-trimmed thermals. “Are you even in there?” he asked, and I giggled. But I stopped when he tore off the thermal layer, and I was left in my underwear. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so buzzed from the cocktails anymore. My shyness and insecurity started poking through the Felix lust haze, and I bit my lip, scared to look up at him.
“Lucy,” Felix breathed, his voice rough with desire, and I plucked up the courage to raise my gaze to his. Rejection, after I’d pined for him for so long, would have killed me, but that was not what I saw in his face. His jaw was clenched tight, a fierce expression on his face as his eyes swept the length of my body.
