Page 3 of After Felix
“Well,” I say briskly. “I’m astounded at your ability to crack what is essentially one of the most complicated passwords in the security industry.”
He breathes in and smiles widely. It’s blinding this close up. “Well, I’m obviously a prodigy.”
“Don’t they usually wear spectacles and go to Oxford Uni at the age of five?”
He bites his lip, the smile playing in those dark eyes. “I’m a bit of a late developer.” He straightens and holds out his hand, the palm up and somehow innocent looking. “Ready to go?” he asks.
I stare at him. Am I ready? Am I really doing this—letting a bloke pick me up in a fucking bookshop? I let my gaze play over that stunning face and slide down that fantastic body. He has an air of mischief and mayhem about him. As if at any minute something is going to happen, and it’ll probably be either fun or get me arrested.
I grin. “Course I am.”
My grin stays on my face as I buy the book, but abruptly leaves when he pulls me out of the shop and over to a?—
“Oh, no. I’m not getting onthat,” I say, narrowing my eyes at the motorcycle parked by the kerb.
He grins at me. “It’s a Norton Commando.”
“It could be Daniel Craig’s dick and made of gold. Still doesn’t mean I’m riding it.”
He throws his head back and laughs loudly, attracting the smiles of a few passers-by. His laugh is hearty and seriously contagious. I feel a smile trying to break free and fold my arms, glaring at him.
Instead of being cowed, he bends to the bike and comes back with a helmet. He steps towards me, but I inch back.
“You’re not thinking of putting that on me, are you?”
He watches me, smiling. “Thatisthe normal and legal way of doing things.”
“No way. You’ll mess up my hair. It took ages to do this morning.”
He looks at my mop of dark hair which is, as usual, beginning to defy my attempts at styling it. I just know it’s standing up here and there, as if the follicles are making a break for freedom. Friends take the piss out of it, but he leans closer and runs his fingers through it.
“All this hair,” he says reverently. “It was the first thing I noticed about you. It’s got a mind of its own.”
I swallow hard. Bloody hell, he’s potent. It’s like he’s stroking my dick. I step back, and his hand falls away. “Not only a mind of its own,” I say briskly. “It’s practically moved out and got itself its own house and stock portfolio.”
He grins, but his gaze is still pinned on the dark waves. “I like it,” he says, his voice deep.
I swallow hard and take the helmet from him. “I can’t believe I’m hooking up with a complete stranger and letting him take me on this death trap.”
“It’s not a death trap,” he says earnestly. “And my name is… Sam. So, now we’re not strangers.”
I laugh. I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name. “Well,Samthe Stranger. Just so you know before I get on this bike, I’m excellent at sex and do my best work while I’m still alive.”
CHAPTER TWO
FELIX
We burst into the room of the incredibly nice hotel, kissing furiously.
“Nice place,” I gasp, pulling away for a second
“Whatever,” he grunts and drags me back, pushing his tongue into my mouth and giving a low growl of satisfaction that makes my cock pulse in my jeans.
I pull back again. “I like that you kiss. A lot of blokes don’t enjoy it.”
He strips off his jacket and throws it onto the floor, his eyes dark and hot. “I’m not most men,” he informs me as he kicks off his boots. They land with a thump on the carpet.
I grin at him and, after setting my bag on the bedside table, I take my own jacket off. “It’s nice to have confidence about yourself.” After removing my Converse, I stand on one leg at a time to pull off my socks. “You just need to ensure that it’s not false advertising.”
