Still…
I clear my throat, concentrating on holding my position and not lunging at her like a fucking animal. “Just this morning, you said it wasn’t necessary.”
“I know.” She shrugs and twists a lock of her dark hair around her finger. “Look, the truth is that I don’t separate sex and emotions all that well. The very last thing I want is an emotional entanglement with you. It would make an already messy situation messier, and neither of us needs that.”
No reason for that to sting. No reason at all. This is merely a business arrangement, if one she didn’t enter into voluntarily. It’s only reasonable that she doesn’t want to become emotionally entangled with me.
That, and the fact that I’m a fucking monster.
I take one step into the bedroom and close the door softly behind me. “What are you proposing?”
“A one-time thing.” She reaches behind her for her bra hook and hesitates. “Trial by fire and all that.”
“I can assure you that it will feel better than a trial by fire.” I move toward her slowly. I already know once won’t be enough for me—not by a long shot. She won’t thank me for saying as much, though. Psyche feels the chemistry, too. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t melt for me every time I kiss her. On that note… “Kissing remains on the table for the future.”
She opens her mouth like she wants to argue but finally shrugs. “You’re right. You’ve been photographed multiple times with your tongue down someone’s throat, so they’ll expect you to do the same with me.”
That slows me down a little. “How closely did you follow gossip about me before this?”
“As closely as I follow gossip about every person in Olympus who might become a threat someday.”
It’s not quite an answer, but we have plenty of time for me to dig into that later. No reason to think she spent the last two weeks doing a deep dive on me and my history and scouring the gossip sites for tidbits about me the same way I did about her. Right now, I have a nearly naked Psyche standing in front of my bed. Only a fool would pass up this opportunity. I close the distance between us in two great strides, stopping just short of touching her. She doesn’t flinch away this time. She simply unfastens her bra and lets it drop to the floor.
I allow myself to look first. Psyche is a fine wine, and like any fine wine, I plan to enjoy her in stages. She’s fucking gorgeous—gorgeous enough to make Aphrodite jealous, which isn’t an everyday occurrence. I push that thought away before it can ruin my mood. Instead, I focus on the woman standing before me. She holds perfectly still and lets me look my fill, as if that’s something I can accomplish in the hour we have available to us.
Another time, I promise myself. Another time, when we have more hours at hand, I’ll convince her to stand before me like this and let me look as long as I want.
I sift my fingers through her mass of dark hair, brushing it back and out of the way. Her breath catches as I coast my thumb over the slope of her shoulder, and she shivers a little. “We don’t have much time.”
“We have as much time as we need,” I murmur, continuing my path down her arm, all the way to her wrist. Her skin is so fucking soft, I want to follow the path with my mouth. Instead, I bring her hand up and place it on my shoulder. Then I repeat the process with her other arm and hand.
“Eros.” Her voice has gone ragged. “Stop teasing me and touch me.”
Another day…
But this isn’t another day. I might have countless ways I’d like to play out a seduction of Psyche Dimitriou, but the truth is that we are on limited time and I have to proceed accordingly.
I cup her big breasts, nearly groaning at the way they overfill my palms. Her nipples are a pretty dark pink and I can’t deny myself any longer. I bend down and capture one with my mouth.
She whimpers and then her hands are in my hair. I doubt Psyche will ever admit it, but I think she likes my curls. She sure as fuck likes to use them has a handhold at the first opportunity she gets.
I switch to her other nipple, playing with her until she’s shaking in my arms and arching to meet my mouth. Psyche tastes like a godsdamned dream. She also smells like a fucking cookie. I press my nose to her skin and inhale. “You smell so good, I want to eat you up.”
“How very cannibal of you.” She’s too breathy to make the comment as dry as she obviously intends. “It’s my lotion. It’s—”