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Damn, my voice is raspy with arousal.
A muscle on the side of her face ticks. She nods and leans in closer, her lips brushing my right cheek.
"I could eat."
My mouth goes dry. I pull back a few inches but still close enough that her breath fans my face. I want to kiss her so badly and touch her in places I've fantasized about. But I retreat slightly, yet, not enough to break the spell of her intoxicating breath on my cheek.
The need to touch her skyrockets and I run my finger and lips across her skin, exploring the sensitive parts of her body.
"I was thinking we could head out for a late lunch. You owe me, Declan."
A faint smile tips the edge of my lips.
"Yeah? We can do that later. I want to talk to you about something, so I'll just ask Martin to order take-out."
She lifts a brow.
"What do you want to talk about?"
I stand up to grab my phone from the desk, then quickly make the call so I can go back to her. She's sprawled on the couch now. Her head is on the armrest, and her legs are on the floor. I gently raise them to my thighs and pull her shoes off.
"You don't have to do that. I'll take a warm shower as soon as I get home,"she says with a light chuckle as I dig my fingers into her ankle, massaging it gently and running my palms against her toned legs.
The image of Felicity-- naked, under a warm duvet, makes my groin tighten with an inexplainable need. I adjust, careful to keep my straining erection from brushing her legs.
"I want to. I owe you a lot for everything you've done for me."
She grins.
"You're buying me lunch. That's more than enough."
"Not in my opinion."
She glances at my hand on her legs.
"Well, I won't say no to a massage from those fingers of yours, Declan."
How does she manage to sound so unfazed? Perhaps she's an expert at controlling her feelings or immune to the intense desire coursing through me.
Since I can't remove her pants and massage her knees, my hand grabs her right arm. I gently twist it before kneading the flesh with a little more pleasure. Her eyes close, and she captures her bottom lip with her teeth, muffling a groan.
I want to lower my head and tug her lip free with mine. Absently, my hand travels upward to her shoulder; my breath hitches the second a low moan slips past her lips. The back of my hand brushes her breast. They're warm, very warm, and soft.
God, I'd give anything to--
A light tap on the door jolts my mind back. Martin walks in and sets the food on the small table beside the couch.
"Thank you, Martin."
Felicity smiles at him and then sits up, taking away the warmth. She moistens her lips with her tongue.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
I stare into her vivid eyes, but then my gaze finds its way back to her mouth again.
"Dad called."
She visibly pales and inhales sharply. Maybe this is a bad idea. She's already done enough; asking her to move in with me may set her off. Plus, we've not exactly been casual. If anything, the sexual tension between us is enough to drive a nun to a male strip club.
