The couch cushionscreaked as Felix climbed into my lap, mouth hot and eager, body light and lithe and built like it’d been carved out specifically to match mine, pressing against me in all the right places.
Hellyes. This was what I wanted, what I’d been hoping for.
Felix laughed into my mouth, soft and gentle, his thumb skimming right along the sensitive spot on my jaw like he knew my body as well as I did.
Happy noises rumbled in his chest, almost a purr, and it was the best thing I’d ever heard. My hands fitted on his waist like the most natural thing in the world, like they were made to be there.
Damnthis was good. I hadn’t realized.
“More?” Felix asked, already dark eyes pitch black now, pupils swallowing up the familiar brown of his irises.
I would always have done anything for those eyes.
“More,” I agreed, daring to skim my hands down over his ass, two perfect handfuls through the thick fabric of his jeans, still firmly in place.
But not for long. I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten here, but I wanted more. I wantedeverything, everything I could get of Felix. The taste of his skin and the warmth of his body and every little sound I could get him to make.
Felix kissed his way along my jaw, following the path his thumb traced earlier, humming into my ear and grinding his hips down.
“Nowthatdoesn’t feel all that straight,” he murmured, delighted, grinding against me again, a spark of pleasure skittering up my spine at the friction.
“No,” I said, stomach swooping at what I was admitting to. What I’d secretly known a long time.
Felix pulled back, grinning at me. “That’s okay,” he said. “The best ones are a little bent.”
I laughed, joy filling my chest as I leaned forward to kiss him again, sweeter this time. We had as long as we wanted, there was no need to rush.
I toyed with his shirt, worrying it out of the waistband of his pants, sliding one hand up under it to splay over his back, feel the smooth, warm skin there.
Felix was beautiful. Not in the way girls were beautiful, but in his own, sweet way, a way I could have gotten used to.
I’d always thought his eyes were stunning, and I was starting to think that about the rest of him, too.
“I can see why all the girls want you,” he said, as though he’d read my mind. “But you’re all mine now.”
“Yeah.” I nodded, a tight bubble ofwantwelling up in my gut. Yeah, all Felix’s. He could do whatever he wanted to me. He was so gentle, and so safe, and I could share this with him without being afraid.
No one else ever had to know.
Something was beeping.
Felix kissed me again, ignoring the beeping sound, pushing me down onto the sofa. He rocked against me, lean, angular body hitting all kinds of fun new spots. This wasn’t like anything I’d ever done before.
“You’re gonna be late,” Felix said.
What?
“You’ll be late,” he repeated, grabbing me by the shoulders and rolling us both sideways, off the couch and onto the floor.
I gasped as my back hit the floorboards—no, the mattress?
Why was it suddenly so dark in here?
Oh.
My phone was beeping.
I was in my own bedroom.
