Page 15 of Once Upon a December
“You care about me?” Felix forced Gibson’s fingers from his shirt until he could twine them with his own.
“Of course I do.” Gibson blinked, as if the fact Felix questioned it at all surprised him.
“I care about you too.” Felix admitted, “Which is why I’m sorry I worried you. I’ll do better in the future. I promise.”
Gibson’s quicksilver eyes studied his face for a long moment. Felix wasn’t certain what he was looking for but when something akin to relief washed over his handsome features he knew Gibson must have found it. The other man moved closer to him, pinning him in place with his bigger body.
“In the future?” Gibson’s lips quirked slightly.
“Um… yes?”
“I haven’t scared you off yet then.” Gibson lowered his forehead until they were touching, his voice going soft.
“You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to scare me away.”
“No. That’s just it. You’re the one person that I don’t want to scare away.”
Felix’s throat felt tight at the whispered admission and, since he couldn’t find the right words to express all of the feelings rushing through him after this revealing conversation, he simply leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Gibson’s.
He’d meant for the kiss to be soft and sweet. He’d meant to simply reassure Gibson that he was here and he was okay. He’d wanted to tell him without words that he felt the same way that Gibson was feeling. But all of that got twisted up in the sudden rush of need that hit him as soon as Gibson kissed him back.
Gibson took control of the kiss with a throaty groan. All of his emotions poured out of him as his mouth consumed Felix, demanding he keep up, demanding more. Gibson slid his hand back to cup Felix’s head and tilt it to just the degree he wanted it before he delved his tongue inside to lay claim. Felix moaned as Gibson more firmly pinned him to the door, his big body a heavy weight that he needed more than air. Gibson pressed their hips together and his need was as obvious as Felix’s own. He rocked his hips against the hard length as his fingers dug into the soft denim covering Gibson’s ass, pulling him as close as they could get with clothes in the way.
“Fe…” Gibson broke the kiss with a nip of his bottom lip and Felix shivered. “I’m starving.”
“Oh.” He blinked and Gibson chuckled.
“For you, Fe. I’m starving for you. I want you. Now. Tell me the food will keep so I can take you to my bed if you want that too.”
Felix melted at the way Gibson always took the time to make sure they were on the same page. It didn’t matter that his cock was so hard it was trying to break through his zipper. Gibson wanted the words and Felix was more than happy to give him that, and so much more.
“The food will keep. I want you too.” He brushed their lips together.
“Thank God.” Gibson muttered under his breath.
He kissed Felix again, once, hard on the mouth and then he pulled back and scooped him up into his arms. Felix laughed but didn’t resist. How could he? This gorgeous, complicated man wanted to carry him to his bed? Onward! He wrapped his arms around Gibson’s neck and kissed his jaw as Gibson maneuvered them down the hallway towards the back of the house.
“This isn’t how I planned it.” Gibson groaned as Felix nipped at his neck. “I wanted to go slow. Talk. Have dinner. Seduce you.”
“I’m seduced.” Felix smiled and Gibson snorted but shook his head.
“When I thought something may have happened to you, I went a little crazy. I couldn’t stand the thought of never having been able to call you mine. If something had happened…”
“Hey. Stop.” Felix caught his jaw and forced Gibson to meet his gaze, “Nothing happened except that I was careless with your feelings. I’ll do better. It won’t happen again. Okay?”
“Does that mean you want to be mine?” Gibson’s tone was light but his eyes were intensely serious and Felix actually felt his heart slip from his grasp at the sweet words.
“I kinda thought I already was.”
Gibson slowed to a stop at the admission and pressed their lips together again. He kissed Felix with a patience he’d sworn he didn’t possess. Sweet and gentle, he kissed him as if he was trying to tell him something that he couldn’t put into words. Felix clung to him until the last second when he bent and placed him on the bed.
He pulled back and his lips twisted upward, “You don’t know how many times I’ve wondered what you would look like in my bed.”
“And the verdict?” Felix bit his lip.
“Still out. You’re usually naked when I imagine it.” Gibson’s eyelids hooded, “Take off your sweater.”
Felix immediately did as he was told. God, how could he want to punch the man when he took that bossy, commanding tone when they were working and then want to melt for that exact same demanding voice when they were like this? He pulled his sweater over his head and by the time he’d dropped it to the side and looked up Gibson was doing the same with his.
