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“I fell in love with the wrong person a few years back,” she said. “My father was against the relationship from the start and didn’t bother to hide his disapproval.”
My ears perked up. She fell in love? Somehow, I didn’t like that. In fact, I hated the thought of her with someone else. Did he hurt her?
“It became even worse because six months later, when shit hit the fan, he was right there, screaming the ‘I told you so’ that had been at the base of his throat for so long. Completely forgetting that all I needed at that moment was to be held and protected.” She sighed, wetting her lips. “It made the entire ordeal almost unbearable.”
“I think we already established that your father is a dick.”
Felicity chuckled, meeting my eyes. “Yeah.”
Fuck this. Pushing forward, I set the glass on the center table and closed the distance between us, plopping down next to Felicity on the couch. Her eyes widened, but she made no move to widen the space between us. From this angle, I could smell her coconut shampoo and vanilla perfume.
The worst-case scenario is that she’d get up and leave. The best-case scenario is that I get slapped a second time. It took me exactly five seconds to make up my mind. I reached forward to take off her glasses, and her breath hitched. I waited for another slap, but nothing came. That was good, right?
The glasses came off. I folded the frames before placing them on the center table, then looked back at her.
Her eyes were curious and puzzled as she held my gaze. Her breaths were coming out in short rasps, mirroring the gentle heave of her chest.
“Was he the one that stomped on your self-confidence?” I asked the question that had been on my mind since she mentioned falling in love. “The person you fell in love with.”
She broke eye contact, confirming my suspicions.
“Look at me, Felicity,” I said softly.
She did, but after a long moment. What the hell had he done to her to make her so…suppressed? It was almost like she was constantly trying not to break loose. To stay in her shell because she was convinced it was safer. A shot of anger went through me. I would find him and end him if it would make her abandon that ridiculous notion. She was so much more than a woman who had to live with a dark cloud hanging over her head because of some asshole.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” I wanted to hear her say it.
She nodded, a sheen of fresh tears glistening in her eyes.
“He’s a fool.” I held her cheek in one hand, liking how her eyes closed as she leaned into my touch. “And you deserve better.”
I didn’t wait for a response before pressing my lips to hers. She opened her mouth as if she’d been expecting me to, and I slipped my tongue inside, tasting the flavor of the wine and cookies she’d had earlier.
Eagerly, her arm wrapped around my neck to draw me closer. Fuck, she was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of kissing her. Her mouth was my new high, and I constantly needed my fix, or I would go crazy.
But first, I had to ensure we both wanted this. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers as our breaths mixed.
“I want to be absolutely certain you’re aware of what’s happening, Felicity,” I breathed, pressing my eyes shut to fight the wave of arousal currently vibrating through me as my cock strained against my pants. “If we keep this going, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name. And then until you can’t scream anymore. Is that what you want? Because if it’s not, I suggest you walk away now while you can still use your legs.”
God, if she said no, I’d die. I’d find the nearest cliff and jump off without a second thought. Anything to stop the need for pleasure that was choking me.
But my Felicity nodded against my head, her arm still wound around my neck.
“I want this,” she whispered. “I want you.”
Holy fuck. This woman was going to be the death of me.
But not before I showed her what heaven truly felt like.
fourteen
Felicity
The kiss was fast, full of urgency, and a whole other spectrum of emotions I couldn’t place a finger on. Aaron’s long, powerful fingers gently wrapped around me, drawing me close to him.
Our tongues mingled and fought for control as our breaths mixed. His hand reached out to grope me over my dress. My nipples instantly hardened, and he found them, slowly flicking them over the material with lazy ease.
I tore my mouth away from his long enough to moan. My toes curled in my flats as pressure built in my most intimate parts. I could feel myself soaking my panties, and the absurdity that he’d barely touched me did not escape me.
