“Okay,” I mumbled.
Apollo wrapped his arms around me. “They will like your cookies, poppy. They both have a weakness for sweets.”
I nodded.
He pulled me closer. “And they will like you.”
I swallowed.
“They will,” he pushed.
“Okay,” I muttered.
“This makes me happy, my dove,” he whispered.
Okay. Well.
Him being happy made me happy.
“Good,” I whispered back.
“Now have we covered everything you wished to discuss?” he asked, his hands beginning to roam again, his eyes warming, his lids lowering and all that was hot.
And him and all his masculine beauty in that bed with its cream eyelet duvet cover and pale yellow sheets with peach embroidery, his broad shoulders against the headboard, his chest right there, I suddenly had something else to discuss.
“I have one more topic,” I shared.
“Speak,” he ordered, and I smiled a small smile that for some reason made the warmth in his eyes fire.
I didn’t speak.
I reached for his wrists and wrapped my fingers around. I then pulled his hands from my body and stretched one of his arms along the top of the headboard, curling his fingers around the edge.
When my eyes went from his arm to his, I saw now they’d really fired. At seeing it, I fought squirming in his lap, took heart that he liked what I was doing, stretched his other arm out and did the same thing.
When I looked back at him, his eyes were ablaze and I couldn’t fight the squirm.
“You said we’d explore,” I whispered and his eyes scorched into me. “I want to explore.” I kept whispering.
He said nothing, just held my gaze, his burning into mine causing a burn in me.
“Will you hold onto the headboard while I explore, baby?”
At that, his eyes flared and his voice was a growl when he said, “For you, poppy, I’ll try.”
I felt my sex convulse at his answer.
“Thank you, honey.”
His look was so hot, making me so hot, I didn’t delay.
I put my lips to him explored.
Running them and my tongue up his neck, across his throat, along his collarbone, I moved down and added my hands. I traced the bulges of his pectorals with my lips then moved to his ni**les. With my thumb rubbing one, my tongue lashed the other.
His h*ps bucked and a stifled groan rumbled in his chest.
He liked it.