Page 11 of Once Upon a December
“So, may I kiss you now, Felix?”
“Yes.” Felix breathed his answer against Gibson’s lips because they were right there and then they were on his.
Gibson kissed him soft and slow, as if he wanted to draw out every moment of pleasure he could take from Felix. And Felix gave him everything that he was in return. He’d wanted this for a week too. He’d dreamed of Gibson and his touch but this was so much better than he’d been imagining. It wasn’t rushed and hurried or frantic the way he’d thought it would be. This wasn’t some crazy impulsive kiss they’d regret when it ended. Gibson kissed him with purpose and surety and they fit together as if they’d been made for this.
Felix slid closer, letting his body lean against Gibson’s as their lips met and parted and sought each other out again. Gibson was so strong. His body was so warm and firm. He slid his hand from Felix’s cheek to the back of his head and held him tighter as their mouth’s parted and their tongues slid together. The flame of heat that first touch had sparked flared into an all out fire and every thought slipped from Felix’s mind except for how good it felt, how right, to be held in this strong man’s arms and kissed until he felt dizzy with desire.
The buzz of the phone made them jump apart after so long Felix couldn’t be sure if it was a minute or an hour. He started to back up, to try and collect himself, but Gibson didn’t release his hand. He held him tight and pulled him back into his arms. Felix gave in to the moment and to the need that was clear in Gibson’s touch. He tucked himself against the other man’s chest and nuzzled his cheek there.
“Its just Julian reminding us that our time is almost up.” Gibson rested his cheek against Felix’s head. “But I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
Felix smiled softly, “I don’t want you to.”
“Good. Then let’s stay like this a while longer.”
And so they did.
Chapter Six
Gibson had lost his grip on his carefully structured control. It had slipped from his grasp when Felix had looked up at him all earnest and accepting and he’d known then that there was no going back. He liked Felix. Liked him more than he’d liked anyone in a long time, possibly ever. He enjoyed spending time with him, even when that time was spent discussing the company party that he hated. Having Felix nearby somehow made it all a little less awful and despite the fact that only a week had passed since that first kiss, the people in his life had noticed the change in him.
Roman had surveyed him suspiciously on his last visit and asked why the hell he was smiling so much. Julian shot him knowing looks whenever Felix was brought up in discussions and he all but blushed whenever Gibson dismissed him from the room so that he could have Felix all to himself. Dawson had even mentioned that he seemed lighter than usual and he supposed that was the thing he liked most about Felix.
He did feel lighter with the other man in his life.
Felix was a breath of fresh air in a world that he’d purposefully closed off and let go dank and dark. Felix was fun and carefree. He smiled and laughed and teased Gibson into doing the same. Everything about Felix drew him like a magnet and made him crave more.
The last week had been nice. They’d still had their meetings at the office. They’d started each discussion with business and purpose. Then, as if neither of them could stand the distance, they’d gravitated together until they were shoulder to shoulder, hands brushing and glances stolen until inevitably Gibson gave in and pulled Felix to him to revel in his warmth and strength.
“Ah, God…” Felix moaned and Gibson smiled against his throat.
He’d lasted longer today. Drawing out their conversation. Making them both wait. But then Felix had said something that drove him absolutely crazy. He’d reminded Gibson that they were halfway through the contract Frost Financial had made for Felix’s services. Halfway done. Only a couple more weeks and the dreaded holiday party would be upon him, dreaded even more so now for the fact that Gibson would no longer have a reason to call Felix to his office whenever he wanted to see him.
The reminder made him crazy and he’d needed to touch Felix immediately. He’d needed to feel him and know that they were on the same page. He wasn’t the only one going crazy at the thought of this, whatever this was between them, ending. He’d kissed Felix and when the other man had wrapped his arms around Gibson he’d pinned him to the wall and kissed him until neither of them had any air left in their lungs.
Gibson ran his teeth up the column of Felix’s neck, marveling again at the warmth that radiated off this man. He nipped at Felix’s ear and when the other man shivered he did it again. Felix was like a drug to him. That first kiss had only been a gateway, making him crave more, and all of the stolen kisses since made his need stronger. He loved the way Felix reacted to him, reacted for him, and he wanted more than just kisses and groping that would inevitably be interrupted by the buzz of that damn phone reminding him that their time was limited.
“Have dinner with me on Friday.” He whispered against Felix’s ear and the other man jerked so hard his head collided with the wall behind him.
Gibson gave him a soft smile when Felix stared at him in surprise. He’d known that the words would be unexpected. Despite their connection, he’d yet to make any sort of move to take this beyond the stolen hours in his office. But he wanted more and damn it, he wanted Felix for himself in a way he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything in his life.
“Dinner?” Felix’s voice was rough but his dark eyes twinkled and Gibson nodded instantly.
“On Friday.” He leaned their foreheads together, “At my house.”
There was a quick intake of air and Felix bit his lip, “Like… a date?”
“Notlikea date. A date. You and me. Alone. Away from this office.”
Felix’s sweet smile was bright, “I’d like that.”
“Good. Me too.” Gibson kissed the smile from his lips, “I’m a terrible cook, I’ll warn you now but I’ll figure something out.”
“I’m a fantastic cook, so why don’t you leave the food to me. I’ll bring everything I need and we can cook together.”
Gibson’s heart warmed at the offer and he nuzzled their noses, “If by together you mean me watching from a barstool so I don’t fuck it all up, then I’m in.”
“You’re not allergic to anything spicy are you?” Felix phrased the words like a dare and Gibson found himself chuckling.
