Electric Idol (Dark Olympus #2)(40)

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—”

I look up at her. “Psyche.”

She nibbles her bottom lip. “Yes?”

“I don’t fucking care what kind of lotion you use.” I urge her the last step to the bed and guide her down onto her back. Slowly. I have to move slowly, because if I snap my leash, I’m going to be inside her in two seconds and that’s not what I want for this. I never have control issues. Never. Every seduction I’ve ever enacted is a carefully choreographed dance between me and my partner—or partners. I never fall on them like a beast intent on ravishing.

A beast I can feel howling inside me.

I’m actually in danger of faltering now, when it matters the most.

That’s why I go to my knees next to the bed instead of joining her there. This is better. Safer. No matter what she said earlier, I don’t intend for this to be a one-off. Psyche makes a surprised sound but I ignore it, focusing on easing her panties down her legs. Her thighs shake, as if she’s not sure whether she wants to close them or open wide. It doesn’t matter. I can see her perfectly just like this, her pussy glistening in an invitation I have no intention of rejecting. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I’d rather we just got to it.”

I almost laugh. Might laugh if I wasn’t dying for a taste of her. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Psyche tugs on my hair. “Get up here.”

“We’re not having sex right now.” I can’t trust myself to go there with her, not like this, not right now. Not when my hands are shaking, and it’s everything I can do to hold myself back. She deserves flowers and romance and more orgasms than she can count. She doesn’t deserve to be shoved down onto the mattress and ravished by a fucking beast.

I don’t know if I’m capable of giving her what she deserves.

No, that’s a lie. I already know I’m destined to fail if that’s my goal. All evidence points to Psyche and I existing in entirely different realms. Even in this. Especially in this. She said she has trouble separating sex and emotions. I can’t think of a single time sex has made me feel anything but physical pleasure.

I am going to fuck this up.

“Eros, please.”

“Psyche.” I press my forehead to her soft stomach and exhale shakily. “Just let me make you feel good for a little bit. Please.”

“If you want to, I guess—” Her words morph into a throaty moan as I lean down and drag the flat of my tongue over her pussy.