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I chuckled, glad she wasn’t seriously considering moving that far north. I wasn’t all too enamored with the cold, either. It was bad enough when our lows in Sizzle Beach approached the forties in January.
“What are you leaning toward?”
She licked her bottom lip before drawing it between her teeth. “U of M is the number three art history college in the States. But when I eliminate everywhere covered in snow and ice during the winter, it’s a tie between Berkley and Stanford.” She sighed. “But I don’t know that I want to go that far.”
“So one of the Florida schools?”
“Yeah… Florida State is like seventeen in the country, so it’s still a great choice. South Florida’s not far behind it.”
“So…Seminoles we’ll be,” I said, noting their football team.
“You’re serious about moving with me?”
“Dead serious, whether you let me back into your life or not. I can do construction work anywhere, so long as my starfish is nearby.”
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I think you’re already back in my life, Felix.”
My arm tightened around her waist, and I pressed my lips into her hair, breathing her in. “I’m glad you figured that out, baby.”
With perfect timing, the lights lowered to direct everyone’s attention toward the cliff divers starting their hourly show, but all my attention was on the woman by my side and devouring the mouth I’d missed so desperately.
Chapter Seven
~ Breezy ~
I moaned into Felix’s mouth as he pressed me to the front door of my apartment. Since our date night to Bohemia, we’d gone out every evening, and either I brought breakfast to him or he brought it to me, like this morning.
We were supposed to be leaving for work, but also since the night at Bohemia, when he’d kissed me goodnight at my door—a kiss that had threatened to go way too far, way too fast—he took advantage of kissing me every chance he got. We hadn’t gone farther than that, but sex was rushing toward us like an unstoppable freight train.
Now, his mouth moved over mine, his hand burying in my hair and destroying the ponytail I’d pulled it into fifteen minutes ago. Felix teased his tongue over my lips, and I opened for him, groaning when he slipped inside. One hand dropped down, cupping under my ass and lifting me.
God, he was so strong. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and the thick, rock-hard ridge, barely disguised by his jeans, ground against my bathing suit covered core. The spandex was no match for the friction of his cock trying to burn through all the layers to bury inside me. Everything was wet and melty for him, too. Hell, I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe. A cliché but a thousand percent true.
Pulling away slightly, I nipped at his lips. Felix growled and dipped his head into the crook of my neck, nibbling at the exposed skin.
“Felix,” I moaned. “We’re going to be late.”
Not that I really cared at this point, even if I didn’t want to make the walk of shame into the morning Ocean Patrol meeting, looking all mussed and bothered by my boyfriend’s attention. I tightened my legs around him, showing just how much I didn’t want him to stop.
“Come to my place for dinner,” he urged against my lips.
“You don’t cook.” Grasping his hair, I sealed my mouth over his again. I could kiss him forever. When he’d brought me home from Bohemia, I’d wrapped myself around him like a spider monkey and been hard-pressed to send him on his way. Both of us knew sex wasn’t in the cards yet, not until things were steady again.
But kissing… Sometimes, he got me so worked up, I swore I could come from it.
“I’ll order in or pick something up,” he said.
“Okay.”
His phone alarm went off, and we both groaned. That stupidboing-boingalarm was the only thing keeping us with jobs. He’d started setting it after we’d gotten so lost in each other three mornings ago, we were both late for work—very late.
“Time to go,” he muttered, pecking his mouth over my lips and cheeks, unwilling to step away yet, even as he put a small space between us, forcing me to drop my feet to the floor. “Pack a bag for tonight, okay?”
Yeah…it was time. By the end of dinner, any last questions would be squared away or dismissed. I nodded. “Six?”
He returned the nod with a single dip of the head. “Six.”
Grasping my chin, he bussed his lips quickly over mine then swept out the door. I sank against the wood, hugging my arms around myself, smiling. How had I ever broken it off with that man? He was everything.
