Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Where did your friend go?” Felix asked from over my shoulder. I turned to look at him and saw worried creases between his eyes. “Do you think he’s okay?”
I glanced behind Felix through the giant open windows and saw Jon walking a perimeter around the dovecote. He’d have known to wear high-tech warm gear and would be sufficiently supplied with a thermos of hot drinks from Mari.
“He’s fine. He just hitched a ride out here so he could brood along the cliffs like some romantic hero,” I joked while lighting some candle lanterns around the space. “Jon just went through a bad breakup. He wants some time to himself but doesn’t want to really be alone. Does that make sense?” I hated lying to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him Jon was my bodyguard. Not only did it make me feel weak, but it would also reveal my true identity. I wasn’t quite ready for the wall that would go up between us when Felix learned who I really was.
He followed my gaze and noticed Jon making his way along the footpaths surrounding the dovecote.
“He’s kind of odd, isn’t he?” Felix murmured. “Poor guy.”
“Yeah, well. Aren’t we all?” I threw a couple more logs onto the fire before retrieving the picnic basket and bringing it over to one of the tables closest to the fire. “Have a seat and let me show you what I brought.”
While I unpacked a tablecloth and plates from the basket, I noticed Felix wrap his arms around himself in a kind of hug. I stopped what I was doing and sat next to him.
“You still cold?” I asked gently. “We can go back if—”
“No!” He seemed to realize how loudly he’d spoken and softened his voice. “No, this is good. It’s… special. I am still a little cold, but I don’t want to go back, Lio. Please.”
I noticed his warm hat had ridden up over his ears, and I reached out to pull it back down again on both sides. His eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but I felt him lean into my touch nonetheless.
His dark eyes drew me in, and I marveled at how sexy a man could be in eyeglasses. There was something about those tortoiseshell frames that set off his dark hair and dark brown eyes. His lashes seemed obsidian and endless. I realized I was staring.
“You’re sexy as hell,” I admitted in a low grumble. “The things I want to do to you…”
His eyes widened comically farther, and his lips parted in surprise. “Me?”
How could he not know? “Of course you. Who else?”
“But I—”
I cut him off because I just couldn’t wait any longer. I slid my hand around to cup the back of his head and leaned forward to taste his lips.
Chapter 8
Felix
Surely I was dreaming. I’d landed on an enchanted island and straight into a fairy tale. Either that, or things happened very, very differently in Europe than they did at home. Because this kind of thing didn’t happen in Hobie, Texas.
My breath caught in my throat as the tip of Lio’s warm tongue teased the edges of my lips.
“Oh god,” I groaned. While my lips were open, he took the opportunity to slide that tongue inside my mouth, and I completely melted against him.
My cock was rock hard despite the cold, and I realized there was very little cold left in the stone room around us. The entire space had been heated up by Lio’s passionate attention. My face felt like it was on fire, and my heart thundered in my chest. Desire pulsed through my veins while I wondered idly if it would be okay if I climbed directly into the man’s lap. Or mouth, or body…
“You’re so fucking sweet, Felix,” Lio murmured as he moved his kisses across my cheek to the side of my neck. One of his hands cradled the back of my head while the other grasped the scarf around my neck and pulled me closer to him. “And sexy. Want to fuck you.”
I whimpered a little and winced before letting out another whimper. Dammit, no one wants to fuck a whimpering douchebag.
“You’re driving me crazy with those noises,” Lio mumbled as he nosed my scarf away and nibbled on my neck.
“Sorry,” I said through labored breaths. I knew it. Stupid whimpering.
Lio pulled back and studied me. “Sorry for what? Do you want me to stop?”
“What? No. No!” I winced again at my loud cry as it tore through the air. Why the hell did I need to sound so goddamned desperate? Um… maybe because I am so goddamned desperate?
Jon came storming into the room. “What’s wrong?”
At the sound of the man’s deep voice, I jumped and clutched at Lio’s coat. He pulled me against his chest and turned to Jon with a frown.