I held up my hand to stop him.
“Please cancel or move everything through lunchtime. I’ll be back by the press briefing.” I made sure to say it in such a way that he knew not to argue with me, but he certainly knew something was up. Another glance toward Felix before he gathered his belongings and shut down his computer.
“Yes, sir. Good night.”
“Good night, Lucas,” I said before gesturing Felix through the door to my private office and closing the door behind us. I made sure to flick the lock closed as silently as I could before turning to face him.
Before I could open my mouth to ask him yet again why he was there, he launched himself at me, wrapping his arms so tightly around my neck, I could hardly breathe. It took me all of a microsecond before my arms came just as tightly around his waist, and I pulled him against me with everything I had.
“Oh my fucking god, you feel so good,” I moaned into his neck. I breathed him in as deeply as I could, reacquainting my senses with his smell and feel. It was at once familiar and foreign, comforting and exciting.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he mumbled against my shoulder. “I tried not to come, but Hen told me I had to. I didn’t want to. I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry, Lio. I should have stayed away. This is awful. It’s just so wron—”
I couldn’t let him continue berating himself for coming, especially if he’d been expertly played by my sister. And I sure as hell didn’t want him calling something that felt so perfect, wrong.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I can’t even tell you how good it is to see you,” I assured him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Just don’t let go for a minute, please,” Felix said into the damp fabric of my shirt. “Please.”
I cupped the back of his head and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. They were wet and worried, and I wanted to see them sparkling and happy again, the way they’d been with me at Gadleigh.
When I leaned in to kiss him, it seemed to happen in slow motion. Perhaps part of me was trying to give him a chance to stop me. Or maybe my conscience was at war with my heart and wanted to stop my body before I took advantage of the sweet, sweet man in my arms.
But I couldn’t stop. There was no way in hell I was going to keep myself from kissing him when his delicious mouth was this close.
His lips were as soft and sweet as I remembered. It had been at least ten days since I’d tasted him, since I’d left him there, asleep in my bed in the castle. Ten days that seemed like a lifetime. Ten days that had shot me out of that dreamscape with the rocket fuel of reality here at home.
Our mouths danced lightly together and apart, the slightest brushing against each other until Felix pressed in and took what he wanted from me. His kiss was insistent and frantic, growing in aggression as his body remembered mine and he realized I wasn’t going to stop him.
My hands lowered into the back of his pants to cup his ass over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, and I lifted him up so he could wrap his legs around my waist. I turned until I could press his back against the wall before I moved my mouth to trail eager kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
Felix was panting hot breaths by then, and his hips tilted to thrust his erection into my lower belly. With his upper back against the wall and his hips pushing forward into me, I was free to fondle his perfect, rounded ass cheeks. I squeezed before running greedy fingers down his crease. I felt the heat rolling off his body, and I wanted inside of him so badly, I thought I would come just from touching the warm sensitive skin of his rim. The small sounds he made drove me wild, and I couldn’t help but push my own cock up against his ass in desperation.
This was getting out of control, but it was a freight train with broken brakes.
There was no way in hell I was letting him go until I wiped the fear from his face and replaced it with the blissed-out splendor of his climax.
Suddenly his wiggling turned to thrashing until he wrenched himself off me and stumbled to the nearby sofa and collapsed onto it, burying his face in his hands and mumbling something I couldn’t catch.
I slowly approached him and knelt down on the floor in front of him, reaching out to grab his wrists and pull his hands into mine.