Chapter 15
Nora
Felix was standing over me, too close to me again. Why was it that every time we were alone together, I felt like he was going to kiss me? We were staring into each other’s eyes and neither of us was making a move. I could feel the electricity in the room; it was palpable, making me breathless.
He reached for my face again, and this time, I didn’t feel so scared. I wanted him to touch me like he had before — every cell of my body was screaming to be touched.
Instead of my cheek, his fingertips gently grazed my lips. My breath was caught in my throat, my eyelids flickered. His fingers swept slowly down from my lips, down my neck till he tilted his head and lowered it towards me.
My mouth parted; it wasn’t a conscious decision…it just happened. I gasped when our lips touched, and my eyes fluttered close. Felix Stone’s mouth was on mine, I could taste him, I could feel the warmth of his breath as we started kissing.
My hands rose up to his chest and I pressed my palms into him, while his hands traveled down my body. I felt him grip my waist hard, pulling me closer to him. His tongue parted my lips further, sliding into my mouth. Nobody had kissed me like this before. The only kisses I’d experienced were silly, naïve, sloppy kisses with some teenage boys in my hometown.
For the first time, I felt like I was being kissed by a man, by someone who knew what they were doing. His tongue tangled with mine, setting my body on fire. I moaned, pressing my body against his. I could feel the strength of his chest, the ferocity of his arms as he held me tightly to himself.
There was a new feeling in the pit of my stomach now, a hot burning desire for his body…for more than just his kiss. He slowly pulled his lips away from me and ran his tongue down my chin, leaving a wet trail down my neck.
My breasts were rising and falling rapidly; I was anxious to know what he was going to do next, which other part of me he was going to touch. There was a throbbing wetness between my legs, something I had never felt in the presence of someone else before. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or keep those feelings to myself…they were becoming very hard to control.
His tongue continued along, to the neck of my dress, and that was when his hand rose up to my breasts. I stared at him, at the top of his head; he was bent down in front of me. His hand cupped my left breast, and I gasped. I had never been touched like this before. What was happening to me?
I could feel my nipples pebbling, hard and sensitive under my clothes. He used his hand to squeeze my breast and then looked up at me. His green eyes looked stormy and dark now, like he was angry with me? With himself?
My breasts bounced as his hand traveled down…down the front of my dress, till he placed it on the spot between my legs. Even though my dress was a barrier between our bodies, I knew he could feel the throbbing warmth of my core through it.
He rubbed his finger between my legs and I moaned, feeling another wave of desire wash over me. I didn’t know what to do with my body, how to react to his actions. All I knew was that I wanted more of it.
I bit down on my lower lip while he stroked me. His eyes were narrowed, staring into my eyes, and I held his gaze. I wanted him to know I wanted this…that I didn’t want him to stop.
There were footsteps in the hallway outside, and Felix released me. I felt a wave of guilt and panic as the dining room door opened and Helen stepped in. She caught us standing close together and her brows rose up on her forehead.
“Oh, I didn’t… I thought I should clear up in here,” Helen said, looking shiftily between Felix and me. He stepped away from me hurriedly, walking towards the door.
“Yeah, sure, goodnight. I’ve had a long day,” he mumbled, brushing past his mother. He was gone before I had a chance even to say anything.
Helen stood there, looking at me with sympathy. Even though she hadn’t seen anything crucial, she could sense that something was happening between us. I tucked some hair behind my ears nervously and started stacking up the dishes and cutlery again.
“You don’t have to do that, dear. I’ll do it.” Helen came over to my side. I couldn’t look at her; I was still reeling from the shock of what had just happened.
“It’s not a problem,” I said. Helen touched my hands gently, and I had no choice but to meet her eyes.
“I’ve got this, dear. You should go to him,” she said. I smiled nervously and shook my head.
“I don’t know what you mean. Is Cici asleep? I should leave now,” I said and reached for my purse behind my chair. Helen watched me in silence; there was a sympathetic smile still on her face.
“Whatever you think is best, dear,” she said. I smiled as widely as I could.
“It was nice meeting you, Helen, I hope you enjoy your stay in San Francisco,” I told her.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Nora. I hope we see each other again,” she said.
I practically ran out of the room and to the front door. I was panting by the time I was out of the door. No, I didn’t think I would see Helen again, probably not even Cici…not after what happened tonight.