He flattened his hands against her shoulder blades, trailed his lips down her neck and across her upper chest, then pressed forward with his forehead, forcing her to lean even farther back. “I know I shouldn’t, but, gods, I want you.”
She lifted her head. Watched as arousal danced across his flushed features. Wanted only that and more. Wanted to see him on the edge of control, like she was now. “Then take me.”
His mismatched gaze slid back to hers. Held. Didn’t once waver. And the way he watched her, as if she were the only thing he ever wanted, only made her heart beat faster in anticipation. He looked back down at her breasts. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”
Oh, yes she did. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she was offering. And it had nothing to do with Zeus or the Sirens. It had only to do with him.
Capturing his face in her hands, she tipped his eyes back up to hers. “I know exactly what I’m offering. You’re not the monster people say you are, and I’m not afraid of you. If I was, I wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be wet just from the thought of you.”
A growl rumbled from his chest, one filled with lust and hunger and need. Sliding his hand up her back to cradle her head, he pulled her mouth toward his and devoured her. She moaned and kissed him back. His fingers found the blanket at her waist and yanked. Then he rolled her onto the plush sheepskin rug and climbed over her.
Yes, yes, yes... Her legs fell open as he licked into her mouth. Her hands trailed to his shoulders and thick arms. He pressed kisses down her neck again. Kisses that made her hotter and wetter, and she arched her back, offering more, wanting everything. Gripping the fabric of his shirt, she pulled, needing heat, wanting skin. He eased away long enough so she could tug the shirt over his head, but when she reached for the snap on his jeans, he captured her hands.
“Not yet.” His bare chest grazed her oversensitized nipples as he pinned her wrists to the floor above her head with one hand. “I’m not done exploring.” He let go of her wrists, his lusty gaze scraping every inch of her skin, making her strain for his touch. “Don’t move these. Or you’ll regret it.”
It was a warning, not a threat. And she hadn’t lied. She wasn’t the least bit afraid of him, not after the way he’d saved her life, healed her, and tonight shown her more compassion than she ever deserved.
A smile pulled at her mouth, and she wriggled against the carpet as his fingertips grazed her ribs and skimmed across her hip. “How will you make me regret it?”
He laved his tongue over her right nipple. “I won’t let you come.”
Her eyes slid closed. She arched against his wicked mouth as he did it again. Was already so close she was pretty sure he couldn’t stop her.
His hand drifted across her thigh. The softest touch between her legs made her groan and lift her hips. “Oh, do that again.”
He moved to her other breast, licked and laved, applied more pressure between her legs and swept his thumb over her clit. “Like that?”
“Yes.” She rocked against his hand as he teased her breasts, desperate to feel him inside. “More.”
He released her breast, slid down her body. “More here?”
The first swipe of his tongue along her steamy center sent tingles all through her body. The second raced along every nerve ending until she trembled. He licked and suckled, devouring her like a feast, and when electricity raced down her spine, she grasped his head and arched up to meet his tantalizing tongue.
He pulled away just before the orgasm hit. Gasping, Daphne reached for him, but before she could touch him he flipped her over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her hips off the rug.
“Stay there.”
Daphne’s hands landed against the carpet, and she pushed up, but his palm landed against her shoulder blades, holding her down. “I said stay there. You have trouble listening to directions, little nymph.”
There was humor in his voice, and a hunger that supercharged her arousal. Fabric rustled behind her, telling her he was finally losing his clothes, and just knowing he was nearly naked sent white-hot excitement pulsing through her veins all over again. Curling her fingers in the rug, she pressed her cheek against the carpet and held her breath.
One bare knee nudged her legs apart. His fingers slid through her wetness again, making her groan. “Do you want more, little nymph?”
“Yes,” she panted. “More.”
He pressed his thumb against her clit. “How much more?”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her fingers tangled tighter in the carpet. “You. I want you.”
The thick head of his cock pressed against her opening. They both groaned as he filled her, at the tight slide as he drew back, at the friction when he plunged deep once more. His fingers dug into her hips. She braced her forearms against the carpet as she pressed back against him. They picked up a rhythm, one that made her see stars, one that pushed her closer to her release.