Page 33 of Desired By Eros

“It all sounds wonderful, Psyche,” Agnes said when she finally finished telling them all about the program. Despite her pushy nature, her older sister had always been supportive of her, encouraging her to excel in school and work. “Once you haveyour PhD, remind me to set up a meeting with the president of Harvard. I met him last month at a conference.”

“You know, I could have gone to Harvard,” Christine said. “My grades were good enough, but my guidance counselor said I should take a gap year and think about whether I was ready for such an intense environment.”

Psyche, having seen her sister’s report card, highly doubted that, and while Christine did take that gap year traveling around Europe, it seemed she had yet to return as she didn’t bother to re-apply for any universities and had since spent most of her time the last few years partying with her friends.

“That was a great brunch, ladies,” Eros declared. “How about dessert?”

“Sounds good,” Christine agreed. “What do you recommend?”

“I always have the chocolate cake. I can’t leave this place without having at least a slice.”

The she-wolf let out a melodious laugh. “Really? But then again, you are a god, and you never have to worry about your physique.”

Something about the way her sister’s eyes roamed over Eros made her chest burn, and for the first time in her life, she was tempted to swipe her claws at Christine.

“True, but then I don’t understand this mortal obsession with counting calories. As long as you’re not hurting yourself or anyone else, why not enjoy all the earthly delights?” He licked his lips as he placed his arm around Psyche, and that earlier burning in her chest eased.

“But why do you stick to just chocolate cake then, my lord?” Christine leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “There are so many more desserts and sweets available. Have you ever tried, let’s say”—her gaze flicked toward the dessert display on the counter—“the strawberry pie?”

“Why bother, when chocolate satisfies my craving?”

“It’s getting late,” Agnes declared. “We should make our way to the airport. Christine, take care of the check while I go to the bathroom.”

“We’ll meet you outside.” Eros slid out of the booth, taking Psyche’s hand. His calloused fingers entwined with hers, engulfing them in a warm cocoon.

“How was that?” he asked once they were outside and stood by their borrowed vehicle. “Did we give a good show?”

“I think so.” She grinned, remembering how Christine’s face turned all red whenever Eros nuzzled at her temple or reached over to touch her hair. “But just so we’re clear, I’m chocolate cake, right?”

He let out a laugh, a rich, melodic tone that made the bottoms of her feet tingle. “Yes, Psyche darling, you are very much chocolate cake.” As his laughter died down, something shifted in the air. His silvery-blue eyes darkened as they lowered once again to stare at her lips.

“Eros?”

“Yes?”

“Will you kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She peeked over his shoulder. “Because Christine and Agnes are about to come out of the diner, oh—” His mouth cut her off before she could continue.

Kissing had always been a peculiar concept to Psyche. Indeed, the melding together of lips, tongues, and saliva seemed an impractical way to show affection or stimulate sexual excitement. But this kiss…

Eros started soft, brushing against her lips gently. But then it deepened, the pressure of his mouth turned insistent. Her heart did the most curious flutter, and her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders to steady herself. His one hand grippedat her waist and pulled her closer, while the other cupped her cheek, tilting her head slightly and parting her lips so his tongue could swipe at her lower lip. She opened to him eagerly, wanting to taste him so badly. A gasp escaped her mouth when he pushed her against the door of the car, pinning her with his hard body.

“Psyche.” Someone—Agnes or Christina, maybe—said, but Psyche couldn’t quite bring herself to pull away from Eros to find out.

Her arms wound around his neck to pull him closer, her tongue flicking out to touch his?—

“Psyche, for God’s sake, stop sucking face for a second so we can say goodbye!”

She broke off the kiss first, thankful that she leaned against the car because otherwise, she wasn’t sure her knees would support her. “Agnes, Christine.”

Both her sisters were wide-eyed, their jaws slackened. Agnes recovered quickly, but Christine’s nostrils flared, and she reminded Psyche of those cartoon characters who had steam coming out of their ears.

“This isn’t fair,” she muttered. “She always gets everything.”

Agnes’s head cut toward her. “We’re gonna go now, say goodbye, Chrissy.”

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