Felix couldn't take it anymore. The flirting, the teasing, Ryan staring at her naked body like Pavlov's dog. His lips felt amazing on her mouth. He tasted like sweet and sour and smelled like burn cream, or maybe she was smelling herself. She knew he was attracted to her. She had seen his hard-ons. Even in the hot tub, when he stepped out to take that call. Those swim shorts weren't hiding anything. The feelings Ryan evoked in Felix pulled her past the boundaries she had set up, the ones she put in place after the attack.

Ryan brought his hand to her face, cupping her cheek as their tongues met. At his invitation, she draped her leg over his lap, centering herself above his crotch. She wanted to free him, to see those tightie-whities, but they should probably take their time. Her emotions were all over the map, and their relationship was only three days old. Damn, but it felt good. The tingles up her spine, the ache between her thighs. Somehow, Ryan made it okay to feel those things. To completely let go.

"Felix?" Ryan breathed against her lips. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Very much, but we could take it slow." She kissed him like a junkie, her hands mapping a trail along the slopes of his arms as he slid his tongue across the softness of her inner lip.

"How slow do you want it?"

Felix ignored her subconscious, listening only to her body as she directed his hand between her legs. "How slow can you go?"

She felt Ryan's guttural groan against her chest, and he lowered his head to taste her neck as his finger traced the hem of her shorts. The longer he traced the raspier his breathing became. Felix arched her back, inviting him in, and he slipped inside her panties, continuing his mission to take her slowly.

"Damn. You're so wet." Ryan's voice came out in a deep vibrato, reminding her of a revving Harley. "Turn around and we'll do this right."

He navigated her around until her back relaxed against his chest, turning her chin to kiss her mouth as he fondled her with his slick finger. In slow, rhythmic movements, he plunged in and out, making detours to her clit and inviting everyone to the party. Felix dropped her head onto his shoulder as the room began to spin. He definitely knew what he was doing, and she didn't dwell on his methods for perfecting it. She rocked her hips, rubbing her butt against his erection, her body flooding at his arousal.

"Felix..." He moaned her name, drawing out the sound as he rode the wave of his own pleasure.

Despite her efforts to stem the tide, Ryan's excitement triggered her climax, and Felix came hard, panting through her orgasm while he finger-fucked her. The room continued to spin until she felt him maneuver under her. As soon as he freed his hand from her panties, he used it to press on his crotch.

"I thought I was going to lose it when you did," he said.

"It's your turn, then." Felix slid off his lap and reached for his jeans, but Ryan caught her hand before she could unzip them.

"It's okay. I don't want you to do something you'll regret later."

She leaned into his face and kissed him. "Why would I regret getting you off? I've been thinking about it since the hot tub."

Ryan closed his eyes and released a long breath before opening them again, clearly locked in a battle with himself. "I know you've got a lot of emotions running through you, right now. You need to think about the risks of taking our relationship to the next level."

"I'm used to risks, and as far as I'm concerned, you just took our relationship to the next level. Don't play coy boy with me, Ryan. Just tell me what you like. I know how to follow directions."

Felix made to unzip his jeans, and he stopped her again.

"I know you think I'm the kind of guy who can fuck a girl then show her the door. Hell, maybe I am that kind of guy, but I don't want it to be like that with us." He took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Don't get me wrong. You've got me so horny, I may need to soak my balls in an ice bath later, but I'd like to treat our relationship like an expensive bottle of wine and let it breathe before we drink."

Felix sat back on her heels and stared into Ryan's face. His eyelids were heavy with unsated lust, and his respirations still hadn't returned to normal. She had no trouble believing he wanted her to suck him off or straddle his dick and ride him into the sunset, but his conscience was imposing its will on him, forcing him to do what he thought was right. It was what any decent knight would do.

"Well, I don't think it's fair you've seen me naked but I'm still having to use my imagination," she said.

Ryan slipped his arm around Felix's waist and lowered her to the bed. "It's not like you haven't seen a man naked before, right?"

"Nicely played." She grinned at him, reaching out to trail her fingers over his shirt, following the rigid contours of his chest. "So, what should we do while we wait for the wine to breathe?"

"Do you play cards? I always keep a pack on me when I'm on the road."

"Sure, I play. What are you interested in? Gin, hearts, strip poker?"

Ryan smirked. "You're making it hard to focus on anything but stripping you."

"Good. I want to see you get hard."

As if her taunt had broken him, Ryan bent down and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. A rolling wave of shivers swept up her arms then plunged over the side. If he was trying to take things slow, he was going about it the wrong way. Where did Felix want things to go? Was it a good move to get emotionally involved with a federal agent? Was she just horny? Sex with Andy had been lacking for a while, which may have been due to his preoccupation with Jenny, his cybersex partner.

Great. Why did her brilliant mind have to bring that up while Ryan's dick was pressed against her thigh? They were either going to tease each other into complete exhaustion or fuck like rabbits until the sun came up. Felix preferred the latter, but she wasn't opposed to extended foreplay.

When Ryan released her mouth, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and pushed him up. "Get the damn cards. I'm going to play your fucking brains out."