Page 29 of Matchmaking With Cupid

He chuckled. "Fair enough."

I stepped closer. "I don't care if the bed's made," I assured him. "Aren't we about to unmake it anyway?"

"I hope so. And you'll be glad to know that my bedroom isn't like my office."

"Ah, so no chance of a client phone call interrupting?" I teased.

"And there are condoms here."

"Good, because I intend on us needing one." I leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting an end to the conversation for now. His hands landed on my waist and I found myself wishing that my dress wasn't in the way.

"Turn around," He murmured against my lips.

I did as he suggested and his fingers found the zip at the back of my dress. My breathing hitched as he pulled it down and his touch brushed against my skin. My dress fell away, leaving me in the lacy black lingerie set I'd picked out earlier in the hope that he'd get to see it. I wasn't sure why I'd been so certain that he was going to be at the restaurant, but I'd certainly gone there with the hope he'd show up.

Cupid leaned in and kissed my neck. I rolled my head to the side to give him better access, enjoying every touch of his lips against my skin. As much as I wanted more, there was also no reason to rush it, we had all night.

"What do you want me to do?" he murmured against my skin.

"Anything," I whispered. "Everything."

He chuckled. "That might take a while."

"That's fine." I took his hand and moved it onto my stomach. He smoothed it over my skin, each touch sending a thrill through me and making me want more. I turned around in his arms, my fingers dancing over the buttons of his shirt. "I don't think I should be the only one getting undressed."

"Definitely not," he responded, leaning in to capture me in a kiss again. He shrugged off his shirt and walked me backwards to the bed. I laid back, pulling him with me and feeling excited at the prospect of more.

He looked down at me, his gaze raking over my body and making me feel like I was the most desirable person he'd ever seen. Which was saying something when he'd spent so much of his life around other gods. He undid his belt and rid himself of everything except for his boxer shorts, which didn't leave a lot to the imagination.

I ran my hands over his chest, admiring the lean muscles. He wasn't a broad man, but there was lots to appreciate. Otherpeople would call it a swimmer's body, I would call him my type. At least when it came to men.

The mattress dipped as he got on the bed beside me and he leaned in to kiss me, as both of us explored one another with our hands. Even though it was all fairly innocent touches, my body was heating and the desire mounted within me.

I slipped my hand further down, feeling how hard he was through the fabric. Cupid groaned into our kiss and I repeated the motion, getting the same response from him again. "You should lose them," I murmured against his lips.

"Not yet," he responded, using the break in our kiss to move down to my neck, his hand slipping to my bra.

"It's a front clasp," I murmured.

He took the hint for what it was and fiddled with the middle of it, letting the bra fall away and baring me to him. He ran a thumb over one of my nipples and I gasped, arching up into his touch and hoping for more. He did the same on the other one and I moaned, wanting more.

Needing more.

Cupid seemed to have realised that, or he knew what he wanted to begin with. He made a trail of kisses down my stomach until he got to the waist of my panties. He traced his tongue over the skin just above them and I squirmed in response, not having expected to react when he wasn't anywhere sensitive yet.

I lifted my hips as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric and pulled my panties down. The rush of air wasn't enough to distract me, not when he'd made it clear exactly what he was intending to do.

He leaned in, his breath tickling against my core and making it virtually impossible for me to hold onto the rising desire within me. I wasn't going to be able to last if he continued likethis, and while it was true that we had all night, I didn't want everything to be over too fast.

"Cupid," I murmured.

He looked up my body, the sight hotter than I expected it to be.

"Go slow?" I asked. "I'm close."

His lips quirked up into a smile. "All right."

I let out a sigh, though even I wasn't entirely sure if it was in relief or anticipation. He leaned in and grazed his lips against my inner thigh, then again, and again. Each kiss was barely a whisper, enough to tease but not enough to cause me to come undone. I had to admit to being impressed that he'd understood what I'd been asking for, most men I'd been with had needed a few explanations for it.

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