“Ouch!Shit!” I sucked the tip and grabbed the phone, seeing Felix’s name. “Hu-rro?”
“Bowen?”
“Yah.” I took my finger out of my mouth.
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh. I stabbed my finger with a sewing needle. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“You told me to call you at ten.”
My head snapped to the clock on the wall. Wow. Time flies when you’re busy channeling your inner fashion designer. “I completely lost track of time,” I said, chuckling. “Sorry. I can’t believe you called me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. Wasn’t this afternoon’s impromptu school visit enough excitement for one day?”
“Not the excitement I wanted,” Felix said, voice low and thick.
“Jesus, you’re so hot.”
“I want to do…thatagain,” he continued, a bit hesitant.
Dear God, there was no man on this green Earth more perfect for me than Felix Hansen.
“So… then….”
“Are you naked?” I asked. I stood, left my things on the floor, and turned off the television.
“Yes,” Felix murmured.
“Touching yourself?”
“Not yet.”
“Waiting for me?”
Felix hummed in quiet agreement.
I headed up to my bedroom, stairs creaking underfoot. “Wish I was there so I could taste every inch of you.”
He let out a shuddering breath.
“Would you like that?”
“Y-yeah.”
I pulled the phone away for a moment and yanked my old T-shirt I used as a pajama top over my head. “I just took off my shirt,” I told Felix.
“Pants?” he whispered.
I tugged at the waistband and slid the bottoms free. “Off.”
“How about underwear?”
“Darling, those came off hours ago.”
Felix laughed. “I bet you wear briefs.”
