Page 35 of Through You
I hadn’t realized that they were closed, so I obey, and our gazes meet.
“I need your eyes on me when you come. I want you to moan against my lips, and tremble in my arms. I want all of you.”
These words give me the final push and I reach my climax.
I bite my lips in an effort to suppress my moans, but it’s hard to contain them. Those intense brown eyes are staring at me with a passion that intensifies the incredible orgasm rippling through my body. I whisper a host of curse words while waves of pleasure wash over me—one after the other they batter my body, leaving me completely spent. Immediately after my orgasm, without hesitation, I quickly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt, revealing the bare chest that has been tormenting my thoughts since the morning when I saw him after his workout.
The sound of the main door opening and footsteps approaching brings us to a halt. I shove Artemis away from me. Still, there is not enough time for me to button my pants or for him to do up his shirt. Artemis places himself strategically with his back to the door so he can tuck his shirt in. My breathing is labored. Who could it be at this time? It’s past midnight.
Ares enters the kitchen. He’s running his hand through his hair, and wobbling. Is he drunk? When he sees us, he grimaces in confusion.
“Huh. What are you both doing awake?”
I’m having a hard time swallowing. My chest rises and falls at a fast pace.
“We were . . . talking.”
Artemis faces us both. His shirt is buttoned up but his tie is a disaster.
“You’ve been drinking again.” His voice has regained its familiar cool and composed tone.
Ares shoots us a silly grin. “Just a little.” His gaze falls on me.
“You’re blushing. Are you hot?”
I exchange looks with Artemis, who conceals a smile.
“Yes. The heat is set too high.”
Ares clumsily sits down at the table. “I must be plastered, because I don’t feel hot or cold.”
I get off the table and use the opportunity to button up my jeans. “I think it’s time for bed,” I state.
Ares covers his mouth as he lets out a long yawn.
I turn to look at Artemis, which is a big mistake. He sticks out his tongue and slowly licks his fingers before addressing me in a whisper. “I like the way you taste.”
I look over at Ares in a panic. But he still has his hands covering his face.
“Ares, let’s go. Let’s get you to bed.”
Ares uncovers his face to reveal a pout.
“I’m not a child.”
I ignore his protest, and start to lead him out of the kitchen.
Artemis waves at me with that one hand, looking cocky and pleased with himself.
“Good night, sexy.”
I break into an impish smile as I walk out.
Eleven
And what if I am wrong?
CLAUDIA
