How he treasured it?
I liked that.
Like, a lot.
Still.
“Okay, I get that,” I said. “But if that’s the case, if we’re, um…enhancing relations, maybe we should take that slowly.”
His head gave a slight jerk then his hand slid up to cup the back of my head. He shoved my face in his neck just as he burst out laughing.
I wasn’t exactly sure what was funny.
Before I could ask, his fingers twisted carefully in my ponytail, he tugged back a bit and his mouth hit mine for a hard, closed-mouth kiss before he moved a breath away.
“Do you think, dove, that you could give me the abundance and beauty of last night then make me wait to have you again?”
Hmm.
“I’ll answer that,” he said, his eyes still lit with humor. “You can’t.”
“Uh…okay.”
“And Madeleine, with the way you’ve been looking at me, it’s quite clear you don’t want to.”
I had to admit, he might not be wrong about that.
I began to worry my lip.
His eyes dropped to it and then I watched them smile.
That smile faded to warmth when he stated, “I’ll make you a promise. Tonight, we’ll go slower and I’ll be more gentle. How’s that?”
Apollo being slow and gentle.
Crap.
My cl*t was pulsing again.
“Uh…okay.”
He smiled again, leaned in and touched his mouth to mine again and finally sat back, his hand sliding out of my hair to round my back and hold me close, yes…again.
Okay.
Did I just agree to start a sexual relationship…no, to continue one alongside beginning a relationship-relationship with the Apollo of this world?
I think I did.
Okay.
Right.
Shit.
Chapter Eleven
In There