Page 32 of The Demigod Complex
“Are you sure?” The raw need in his voice almost had her coming right there.
Still, she gave the question the consideration it deserved, taking a deep breath. “Yes.” With her free hand, she smoothed the fine material of his tux shirt over the toned muscles of his chest, savoring the heat of his skin beneath. He shuddered at the touch.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
She needed to resign when they got back to Austin. Not only because of the danger Kaios presented, but because allowing herself to fall for Castor had broken all the rules.
But she couldn’t make herself stop. “I’ll no longer be able to work for you, but for now…”
She raised her gaze to his to see an answering need reflected back at her.
“I’ll take ‘for now,’ but promise me you won’t make any decisions about later without discussing it with me first.”
Why did that request leave her spinning? He wanted what? More? To keep her as his assistant after slaking his lust? Even knowing she’d let her desires get the better of their contract? If she was honest, in this moment, she didn’t care.
He released her hand and she undid the buttons on his shirt. Not in a rush like earlier, but one at a time, teasing him with light brushes of her fingertips with each inch of exposed skin. His breath quickened with every touch. Finally, she peeled the shirt off him. With a grin she leaned forward and gave him a playful nip on his pec, at the same time releasing a wave of pleasure through them both, a perk of being a nymph.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, his cock throbbing between them.
In an instant, urgency took over and together they caught fire. Holding her in his arms, he stood, then lowered her feet to the floor.
He gazed down at her body, encased in the tiny black negligee. “Damn, honey. You’re killing me.”
She giggled even as she delivered a smile worthy of all nymphs. The rest of their clothes were divested in a rush, with heated kisses between every move, every delicious sweep of their hands over each other.
Leia squealed as he spun them around and tumbled her back to the bed. He followed her down and she wrapped her legs around his back. Hovering above her like this, his hot skin was a brand against her own, claiming her with the contact alone.
And everything, all of it, felt so right.
With incredible gentleness, he smoothed her hair back from her face. “I’ve been waiting for this so long, I don’t want to rush.”
Her eyes widened. “So long?”
He nodded. “Since that time we worked together on the Huntington contract late into the night. You were helpful, smart, and challenging.”
She raised her eyebrows. “So you lusted after my brains and sarcasm?”
He grinned and brushed a thumb lightly over her nipple, pulling a gasp from her lips. “Yes. Plus, you touched me.”
She smoothed her fingers over the dark stubble on his jaw. “I’ve touched you before.”
He leaned into her caress. “Yes, but that was the first time. Before then, you held yourself back. Noticeably careful to keep your distance. But you lost that reserve for a second, and it was…electric.”
She remembered. “I thought it was just me. Or the fact that you’re the son of Zeus.”
He shook his head. Then he lowered his head and took one rosy peak of her breast into his mouth. Warmth and heat and the rasp of his tongue assaulted her senses. She groaned and tangled her hands in his thick hair, holding him to her. He grunted as another wave of her power pulsed through them. The more she let go with him, the less she could control it.
After giving attention to each breast, he proceeded to explore her body in a leisurely drive-her-to-the-edge kind of way. No part of her went untouched as he built the tension in her body to screaming pitch. She adored how every caress was like he worshipped her body. Finally, when she was on the point of begging, he made his way back up to her lips. He captured her in a drugging kiss as he ran a hand up the inside of her thigh where he slipped a single finger inside her.
He groaned low and pulled back to grin down at her. “So ready for me.”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, distracted by what he was doing with that hand now.
He rolled on a condom, and she had no idea where it came from. Didn’t care. Then he positioned himself at her entrance. “So damn sexy.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.” They both gasped as he eased inside her, pleasure throbbing, escalating.
“How long?” he demanded, every inch a demigod.
