head. My hips are locked against his and every inch of my body is aware of his.
“Touch me, please.” Ares makes a sound of pure satisfaction as I gasp the words. His hands go to my waist and he lifts me off his body, setting my feet back on the ground. My legs are unsteady, I didn’t feel the strain of staying wrapped around him before, but I do now.
His hands, still around my waist, inch up and take my shirt with them. I feel the cold air on my exposed stomach. With his eyes locked on mine he drops to his knees in front of me.
Without a wasted second, he kisses just below my navel. Every muscle in my body tightens at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding under the waistband of my jeans. His hands are braced on my waist as he tugs my body closer to his mouth. My head falls back, and I gaze up, but I’m not really even seeing. I’m too lost in the feeling of Ares kissing his way up my body until he reaches my bra. The only things holding me up are my shoulders against the wall and his hands. My heart is beating so fast, I know he can hear it and possibly feel it against his tongue.
He pushes my shirt all the way up over my breasts. I look down at him, then search the surrounding area. We’re in a hallway, I know we’re on the first floor still, but that’s about all. This area is unfamiliar to me. My hands cover my breasts; I don’t know who else is here. Anyone could walk up on us. Ares makes a low noise in his throat, and I’d feel threatened if I had any sense, but instead I admonish him. “Ares, what if someone walks in?” Removing my hands, I shimmy, my shirt falling over his hands still on my ribs as I cover myself. Defiantly, he wraps both of his hands over my bra-covered breasts. I suck in a breath, my nipples hardening even more with his touch.
Darkness closes in, like night is rapidly falling. “No one would see us unless I allowed it,” he murmurs, his voice low. Using his teeth, he lifts the hem of my shirt as he moves up from the floor. He stoops over me before releasing my shirt to the same position it was in. I’m again exposed to him, only now he’s standing above me, his eyes impossibly dark as his gaze remains fixed on my body.
Ares brings his hand up to his mouth, and he licks the side of his thumb before running his tongue over his top lip. My lips part as I get that deep clenching feeling low in my belly. Tilting his head, he brings the same thumb to my mouth and places it right in the center of my bottom lip. Angling his hand, I feel the tip of his thumb touch my tongue. I close my mouth, rolling my tongue over his finger. Ares’s other hand goes up to my neck, and his fingers tighten, causing me to arch and release him.
When I open my eyes again, Ares is watching his hands as he pulls the cups of my bra down. The damp thumb that was just in my mouth goes right to my pebbled nipple. I jerk, the new sensation almost more than I can bear. Ares stands back, his hand going to his mouth. “Take that off.” His head nods in my direction. I’m not sure if he means the bra or shirt, but I reach around my back to unhook the bra, I’m not taking my shirt off in the hallway. Reaching my hands in the sleeves of my shirt, I pull the strap of my bra down one arm, and then the other. Ares grabs the center of my bra and pulls it away the moment my hands are free. He dips his chin in my direction, and now I know he wants the shirt off, too, but I shake my head in denial.
He groans, widening his legs as he narrows his eyes on me. “Fine,” he mutters, his body slamming into mine. The air in my lungs escapes on a whoosh as he melds our bodies together. “Sorry,” Ares apologizes, then bites the side of my neck roughly.
Placing my hands on his waist, I let my fingers inch up under the fabric of his shirt. Ares kisses his way back