Torren
This is painful. How did I ever think I could just be a normal human around Felix?
The man has plagued my thoughts and dreams since the moment I saw him.
I’m a fuckin’ idiot.
The band starts and, because I will never catch a break in this one life I have on this planet, they don’t begin the set with their normal, fast and heavy stuff.
Nope. It’s slow. Sultry.Sexy.
Felix sways his hips to the beat of the music as his hands caress his gorgeous body. He’s lean, but I could set a drink on his ass, and I’m going feral looking at it. His eyes are closed,and his arms elegantly travel up his body before reaching above his head. They remain like that, giving me a view of his perfect torso. His face is a vision of serenity as he continues to sway from side to side.
I’m entranced. Hypnotized.
I’ve been with a lot of really hot people in my life, but nobody does to me what Felix does.
He’s just…
Perfect.
My head is pounding from having to control everything I feel around him. Everything that’s bottled up inside, combined with the endless thoughts swirling in my head, creates a collision of desire and control that’s making me physically weak.
I make up my mind to go back to the bar and grab a whiskey to help me relax—just one won’t hurt—when I see a man approach Felix and dance with him.
Felix turns back to the man, then locks eyes with me.
The man pushes against Felix’s rear before wrapping his arms around his torso. He kisses Felix’s neck, whose gaze stays locked on me.
I look at Felix. He’s rigid. The fluidity of his movements is gone.
The man’s hands travel down Felix’s thighs. My eyes trail down to see those delicious legs being groped by someone else, and my body rebels.
I stomp toward the two of them and slide my arm between Felix and the guy rutting against him.
“He’s taken.”
The dude raises his hands in a placating manner and moves on.
Felix looks at me with a shocked expression. “I am?”
I fall into those green eyes and decide here and now that maybe this friendship of ours needs to evolve.
Yes, that’s precisely what needs to happen. Felix’s lips are too much to resist at this moment, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I tell my brain to shut the fuck up for once and let my body do the talking.
I lean in and kiss him. It’s not a collision of sexual frustration like it was in the sex club. We’re feeling. Discovering. A good kiss is like a dance of chemistry.
Felix makes startled mewling sounds, and it takes all I have not to fuck him right here on the dance floor. My entire body boils with desire.
I rip my lips away and whisper in his ear, “What if we were to add some benefits to this friendship?”
Felix looks at me, studying my face. “It was the fishnets, wasn’t it?”
“Brat.”
He laughs, the sound sending a warm sensation through my chest. “I find the idea intriguing,” he replies.
