He smelled incredible. Warm and spicy and unmistakably masculine, but the tight ball of arousal in the pit of my stomach forced me to admit I was into that.
This was the third time I’d wanted to kiss Felix,reallywanted to kiss Felix, and I wasgoingto.
I brushed my thumb over his jaw, the faintest scrape of five o’clock shadow rasping against the sensitive pad, another little surge ofwantrushing through me.
Felix’s breath hitched at the first touch of my lips against his, the softest, sweetest sound I’d ever heard. A needy sound vibrated in the back of my throat as I pressed closer, lips parted, eager for anything he’d give me.
Gentle fingers against my chest made me pause for a heartbeat, but Felix wasn’t sayingstop. He was just touching me. Touching for the sake of touching.
My belly clenched as soon as I sealed our lips together, a flood of want and need washing around my insides like a tidal wave, clearing the last of the nervous butterflies.
Felix let me take charge, never pushing for anything, giving in to every nudge of my lips, parting his own when I flicked my tongue against them, gasping as I swiped it along the lower one, testing the softness, comparing this to every other kiss I’d shared.
The thing was, itdidn’tcompare. This was so different I couldn’t judge it based on anything other than feeling so good, and so right.
With a surge of courage and need, I pushed against his shoulder, easing him back onto the couch until he was stretched out under me.
I hadn’t planned to go this far—I hadn’t even planned to kiss him in the first place—but now that I’d started, I didn’t want to stop.
“This okay?” I asked, my lips brushing against Felix’s as they moved. I didn’t want to be any further away from him.
I wanted to be as close as we could get. Closer than this.
I wanted to feel his skin pressed against me, sweat making it catch in all the right places, not even a breath of air between us.
Felix nodded, curling his hand around my shoulder, thumb just barely tracing the line of my throat.
“Anything you want is okay,” he said, and hemeantit, and right now I was the luckiest man alive.
I swooped in for another kiss, the low, dull ache of arousal swirling deep in my gut, building and building as I eased closer to Felix, settled between his thighs, felt him warm and solid against me, responding to everything I did, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
This was turninghimon, too, and that was the best part.
The first thing I wanted was more of this. I could’ve kissed him for hours, listened to the way he gasped and whimpered under me, low, needy groans rumbling in his throat, fingers roaming around to the back of my neck, toying with the short hairs there.
None of this was like a hookup.
This was like coming home after a long day in the cold to a warm fire and a cozy blanket. Like the first cup of coffee in the morning, like fuzzy socks, like laughter around the dinner table.
It was good and comfortable andfamiliar, familiar like we should have been doing this all this time.
“Felix,” I panted between kisses. “I want—”
The doorbell ringing split the air between us, hitting me like a bucket of ice water.
Of course. Pizza.
I’d forgotten all about that.
Felix snorted, his eyes glittering with mischief.
“Which one of us looks less guilty?” he asked, all kiss-swollen lips and tousled hair, his shirt riding up where I’d pulled at it, a half-thought about getting my hands on his bare skin abandoned in favor of holding him still so I could kiss him deeper.
“I’ll go,” I said, wishing for the first time in my life that a pizza delivery had been late.
My curiosity was a long,longway from satisfied.
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