Accidentally Aphrodite - Dakota Cassidy Page 0,64

on with my mother?”

He sat back down, the scent of his freshly washed hair wafting in her nose. “I did a little digging. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was off, ringing untrue for me. You were pretty wrecked and I hated seeing that. So I reached out on the forums—”

“And poof—like magic, right?” she whispered up at him. God, he was decent, and as men went, sensitive but gruff all at once, and so many adjectives she was rapidly losing count.

“Yeah,” he whispered back with a grin. “Poof.”

“Thank you, Khristos with a K. I feel like I’ll never be able to say that enough.”

On impulse, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him hard, forgetting she was completely naked under the covers. When her nipples, rigid from the cool air, brushed his chest, Khristos groaned, and so did she. Long and low, their breaths mingled, their moans winding together.

Their mouths found each other on a surprised breath, their tongues tentatively touching before Khristos drove his deep.

Her hands clenched his thickly muscled shoulders in a moment of pure bliss. White flashes of light appeared behind her eyelids at the taste of his tongue.

His hands drove into her hair, wrapping the long length around his wrist, pulling her head back until his lips left hers and his mouth found the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck.

Khristos nipped it, running his tongue over her flesh to ease the sting then nipping again, making her arch against him.

Quinn pulled the hem of his T-shirt up and over his head, her mouth watering at the idea of touching his naked flesh. She flattened her palms and ran them over his pecs, relishing the tightening of his nipples, luxuriating in the heat of his skin as he rained kisses over her shoulders.

They fell backward on the bed, Khristos shoving the covers aside with his feet and pulling her flush to him. His cock was rigid beneath his jeans, rigid and pressing against the apex of her thighs.

He ran his hands over every inch of her, roaming the slope of her hip, the curve of her ass, setting her on fire with each pass he took. Skimming her ribs, he settled his hands beneath her breast, and she held her breath, forgetting about her impromptu boob job and instead arching into his palm.

Khristos grazed her nipple with his knuckle, making her writhe against him, press into his hard length until she thought her spine would break from the wave of heat settling in her belly.

Quinn fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, tearing it down and driving his pants over his hips until he was able to shrug them off.

And then they were both naked.

Just her and the descendant of a Greek god.

Khristos rolled her to her back, rising up above her on the palms of his hands, taking her mouth in a voracious kiss, licking at her lips, tasting her until she whimpered and wove her hands into his thick hair.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed his way along her jaw, over her collarbone until he was at her breasts, lingering over her needy flesh.

Quinn sucked in a breath, fought not to drag him downward to her nipple, make him devour it until she screamed her pleasure.

But Khristos took his time, circling the flesh, nudging it with his nose, swiping at it with his hot tongue and blowing a breath of air across her rigid skin.

When he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth, she saw stars, all colors of the rainbow as her neck arched and her eyes clenched tight. Khristos ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, pulling at it, licking it, cupping her other breast while liquid heat pooled between her thighs.

Quinn’s hands were as anxious to touch him as she was to be touched. Needy and desperate, she flattened her palm against his back, discovering the thick muscles and planes as she did.

As he left her breast and slid down along her rib cage, she gripped the sheets on either side of her, her hips jutting upward toward the heat of his mouth as he swooped down across her hipbone and spread her thighs.

Her heart stopped as Khristos hovered, his lips tormenting her with whispered kisses, his hands stroking her inner thighs, driving her mad with anticipation.

The first swipe of his tongue, just below her belly button, made her jump and hiss a sound of pleasure she had to fight to keep quiet. When