Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde 2)

I couldn’t help myself. “Ranch in Texas?”

His eyes rolled behind his sexy glasses, and he threw up his arms. “Why do people think I can’t handle shit? It’s annoying as hell. Just because I’m from a small town—”

“Woah,” I said, holding up my hands in surrender. “I never said you couldn’t handle shit, Felix. I only wanted to check in with you to see if this was still okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” he snapped. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. He was so fucking cute, but I didn’t dare tell him that.

“If I’m being honest, you look a little freaked.”

“I am freaked.”

His words froze me on the spot. “Why?”

Felix narrowed his eyes at me. “Because you’re you and I’m me. Because this doesn’t happen in real life, so I’m wondering what the deal is. When is the other shoe going to drop?”

“What doesn’t happen in real life? Sex? Hookups? Jesus, Felix, tell me you’ve had sex before.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized how condescending they were. “Wait.”

Instead of the scream of annoyance or demand to exit the premises I was expecting, I was attacked by a hot Felix, intent on sucking my tongue out through my teeth.

“Mmpfh!” My arms went around him to keep us from falling over backward as his body landed against my chest. His legs wrapped around me, and his arms pulled tightly around my neck. Once I realized what he’d done, I moved a hand under his ass to steady him and couldn’t help but sneak a few grabs at the delicious roundness there.

Felix ripped his lips off mine long enough to mutter, “Yes, I’ve had sex, you jackass,” before diving back in for more. “Stop talking. That’s the problem here. The damned talking.”

His mouth tasted like heaven. Like wine and spices and himself. His body was warm through his clothes, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t feel his skin. I desperately needed to feel his skin.

“Clothes,” I managed to get out between kisses. “Off.”

His entire body was trembling in my arms, and it made me even hotter for him. He was the most responsive man I’d ever been with, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. How would he sound when I slid inside his body? How would his breathing hitch and his pupils dilate? I felt my own muscles begin to shake.

His slender legs tightened around my hips, thrusting his hard-on against my belly.

“Oh god, Felix. I have to get you naked. Please,” I begged.

“Bedroom,” he said between sharp pulls of breath. “Let me down. I’ll show you.”

Of course, I knew where the bedroom was already. It was my damned house. I’d had friends stay in the carriage house apartment before and knew every inch of it. Instead of letting him down, I walked with him still clasped to me.

His lips traveled down the side of my neck in openmouthed kisses.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he murmured against my skin. “It’s been driving me crazy all night. When you were sitting next to me at the table, I wanted to jump you right there.”

I closed my eyes for a moment to suck in a breath and get my bearings. “Why didn’t you? Jesus, Felix. You should have. It took all of my self-control not to grab you and kiss the hell out of you.”

He pulled back and grinned at me like a cat with the cream. “Really?”

I rolled my eyes as I stepped through to the bedroom. “Yes, really. Are you truly so blind that you don’t know how sexy you are?”

“I might be cute in a nerd way, but it’s never been the kind of attractiveness that gets the attention of a guy like you. You know, the hot guys. The popular guys.” His face began to blush as if he realized he’d admitted an inner thought he’d meant to keep secret.

“Liar,” I said, tossing him down on the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

Without looking away from my eyes, he began to unbutton and unfasten.

I stood stock-still, watching. His long, slender fingers carefully removed his glasses before lifting the soft sweater over his head and dropping it on the floor next to his bed, leaving only a soft undershirt covering his trim muscles. Felix was a smaller guy, smaller than I was anyway. But his clothes had clearly been hiding a nice toned body.

I watched his rounded shoulders move and his small biceps flex as he crossed his arms to pull his undershirt off.

As the cotton moved across his stomach, it revealed the shallow ridges of ab muscles with a dark, delicious happy trail bisecting the lower bumps.

“Good god,” I said under my breath.

Felix’s eyes were still locked on my face as he lifted one eyebrow. “Is this a solo strip show, or were you going to participate?”