Yep. I knew what was on his mind.
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Guide me inside, poppy,” he whispered back and I did what he asked.
Once I’d positioned the tip, he took over, sliding slowly in the rest of the way.
My neck arched as he filled me and I wrapped myself around him.
His lips went to the skin under my ear; he moved his h*ps and started stroking.
My lips went to his ear and I asked, “Is everything okay?”
“It is now,” he answered.
I didn’t think he meant it was because he was making love to me.
But I didn’t get to ask him to clarify.
His hand came to my face, tilted it his way and he kissed me, slow, sweet, wet and deep.
I kissed him back the same way.
And the same way, he made love to me, building the burn, taking his time, then taking us both there.
I gasped my cl**ax into his mouth.
He groaned his into mine.
When we both came down, he rolled us to our sides but kept one of my legs hitched over his hip so he had an easier reach to stroke my ass.
“Sleep, Maddie,” he urged.
I’d just come. It was sweet but it was hard. And I was wrapped around Apollo and he was stroking my ass.
So he didn’t have to urge me to sleep because seconds after he did, I was there.
Chapter Nineteen
Intrigue Always Has Consequences
“You look like a princess!” Élan cried.
I turned from the mirror to Élan, who had come into my room and was gazing up at me like I’d gazed up at Cinderella at Disney World when I was seven, the one and only time my father took us on a family vacation. A vacation that didn’t go well because Dad was the only person in the world who could find the most magical place on earth annoying and didn’t mind sharing it, all day. This made me meeting Cinderella pretty much the only good part of it (save the Matterhorn and Space Mountain, both of which I’d loved).
Shoving that memory aside, I decided instead to let flow over me how freaking great it felt to have Élan staring at me like I walked right of a movie.
But it must be said, even by me, she was right. I totally looked like a fairy princess, or, at least one who lived in a country covered in ice.
I gave her dazzled eyes a smile then looked beyond her to see Chris had come in with her. He, on the other hand, didn’t look dazzled. He looked startled and was hanging back. That was unusual behavior for him. If not as effervescent as his sister, he wasn’t detached. And I’d never seen him startled by anything.
Before I could make anything of it, my eyes went to Apollo, who had brought the children in. But when I looked at him, my heart stopped.
He didn’t look dazzled either.
No.
Instead, he looked like he very much liked the dress. So much, he looked like he’d very much like to rip it off me. He had control and this control kept him across the room. But there wasn’t much of it. I could see it in his face, something I’d seen before, that hunger, that heat. It was so strong, it communicated itself to me. I felt it sear through me and everything melted but him and that heat.