Page 59 of You Can't Fight Lightning
She didn’t speak, but I could see the flush that not only spread across her face, but down her neck and to the hollow between her full, pale breasts.
“You’re still wearing too much.”
I let my hand brush her cheek, tracing the line, loving the small trail of freckles that defiantly marched along her bones. They went down her neck as well, something I hadn’t seen before.
Carefully, I leaned down and kissed the hollow of her neck.
She arched toward me.
The warm scent of lavender swirled around me, making me almost dizzy.
I shrugged out of my jeans, wanting to feel all of her skin next to mine. Wanting to love her, to show her what I felt for her. To make her happy as she deserved to be.
Roxy gasped quietly, but I heard it.
I didn’t let on that I’d heard it. I’d learned this much from the romance research—women didn’t like it when men were too cocky.
Cocky.
It was hard not to snicker like a small boy.
She was pleased with me, with the way I looked, and that was all that mattered.
“Is this how you normally look?”
Hades. Was she an oracle? She’d nearly read my mind.
“I can look any way I wish. But this is how I prefer to look.”
“You are beautiful.” She said it again as she ran a hand down my side. “So beautiful.”
“Back at you, Miss Roxy. Will you let me show you how beautiful I think you are?”
“You’d better.”
I laughed.
This woman made me smile and laugh more than anyone had in eons.
Hades, please let this work. Please let me not screw it up.
“I’m yours to command, my lady.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Love me.”
I kissed her then, gently at first, and then with greater need. I nibbled and bit at her lips, loving the way she pressed against me. Her hands lightly fluttered across my ass, and then onto my hips, close to where my cock was nestled between her legs, rubbing against her silky panties.
This must be what torture felt like.
Slow. I had to go slow. I had to show her that I was here for her. That she came first for me.
After centuries of behaving otherwise, I might have thought it would be more difficult, but I found that I wanted to. I wanted to bring her to pleasure, over and over.
It was amazing.
Letting go of her lips, although it hurt me to do so, I trailed kisses down her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair, keeping her close to me. One hand cupped her ass, loving the way she felt. Then I snugged my other arm around the middle of her back and let her fall away from me so that I could kiss her neck.
The hollow where I felt her gasps.
