Greed: Goddess of Delphi (Goddesses of Delphi Book 3)

by Gemma Brocato

  Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she arched against him. His firm chest was hot and hard against her breasts. It made her think of something else that might be hot and hard. But the island was so high his cock remained below the countertop.

  He pulled her forward and off the counter until he held her securely against him, finally low enough to feel the hard length of him against her center. Holding on for dear life, she explored his mouth with her tongue, wrestling with his for dominance. When he let her win, she stroked hers over his teeth as he carried her into the living room. He eased her onto her back on the plush couch, and then lowered himself next to her. Disappointment flared when he didn’t crawl between her legs, but the sensation rapidly disappeared when he palmed her knee and slid his hand toward the hem of her skirt.

  All the while, he kissed her, open-mouthed and hungry. As his hand moved higher on her thigh, he trailed his lips over her jaw and descended along her neck, nibbling the tendons as he shifted down and then back up to reclaim her mouth.

  He lifted her legs over his hips, curling in behind her. The stiff length of him rested against her center. He didn’t release her lips, prolonging the contact between them, the kiss building to an inferno. Ian flattened his hand on her belly and eased upward, until he stopped just below her breast. He stroked his thumb in circles on her ribs, brushing the underside curve with each swipe.

  Desperate for his touch, Polly laid her hand over his and urged him higher, until he palmed her breast. Heat seared, blazing a path to her brain. When he squeezed his fingers she released his hand and sought the buttons on his shirt. Slipping the first one free and then the second, she dipped her hand through the opening she’d created. The light hair on his pecs teased her fingertips, driving the urge to touch more.

  Ian rocked his hips against her and pulled his lips from hers. “Polly, you feel amazing.” He trailed his mouth along her jaw until he reached the hollow just below her ear. When he swirled his tongue into the depression at the top of her jaw, the soft tickle drew everything inside her tighter. When he bit her earlobe, she gasped. Her chest rose and the pressure from his hand on her breast increased.

  Frantically undoing more of his buttons, Polly managed to pull the tails of his shirt free of his pants. She slid her hand over his trim waist, testing the indentations above his hips. His skin was supple and mesmerizing. Muscles moved under flesh as he rocked against her again.

  She was going to do this. She was moving Ian from a position as merely a friend to something infinitely more. What they were doing would drive them beyond even the shadowy friends-with-benefits area. Polly didn’t share her body with people she only considered friends. Never had. Even in the third century, when orgies had been at the height of their popularity. She’d never participated, preferring to keep herself apart from the vulgarity of it. The people who had partaken could never look each other in the eyes again. She’d hate if things got weird with Ian.

  “Hang on.” She moved her hand to his cheek, drawing his face up to hers. “Are we sure about this?”

  His eyes blazed with desire as he held her gaze. He jutted his hips forward, nudging the hard ridge of his erection against her butt. “I’m sure.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” The stubble on his jaw bristled as she traced it with her thumb. “We’re heading to a place we can’t undo. We could ruin our friendship.” She needed his help to defeat the challenge. If sex destroyed their relationship, she could very well lose.

  But maybe sex was just the thing to win the contest. Confused, riddled with doubt, and swimming upstream against an undeniably erotic current, she dropped her hand over her eyes.

  “Polly, look at me.” He kissed her cheek then leaned away, waiting for her to uncover her eyes. He released her breast to grab her wrist. Pulling her hand down, he wound his fingers around hers. And rested them on the center of her chest.

  The corner of his lips quirked with a soft smile. “I like and respect you too much to do something that will ruin us. I’ve wanted an intimate relationship with you for months. Every time I saw you in a crowd, all I wanted was to get you alone. I never imagined you were interested in me the same way. I don’t think this will ruin us.”

  “You’re sure?” Her voice came out small, uncertain.

  He nodded. Squeezing her fingers, he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to hers. When he opened his mouth, he swallowed the quiet sigh she released.

  Polly pushed the lingering worry away. She wanted this man, and he was steadfast enough that she knew in her heart that even if they ended an affair between them, they’d remain friends. There was more than passion between them. There was affection and respect.

  He released her hand and slid his along her torso, down over her stomach until he reached her pelvis. Desire climbed her spine as he inched his way over her skirt, then up her leg until he found the hem. The tips of his fingers grazed her inner thigh as he moved his hand toward her center.

  He reclaimed her lips, and just as his tongue slipped between them, he flicked his thumb against her clit, firing a barrage of erotic arrows within her. He dipped one finger past the lace edge of her panties. She moaned as he rubbed his knuckle along her folds, pressing gently at her opening.

  He laved his tongue over her lips and stilled his fingers, although he left them tangled in her panties. His breath brushed her cheeks when he said, “I think our first time should be in a bed. Which way to your room?”

  He prodded his finger at her opening and she gasped. “Behind the kitchen.”

  “I vote we adjourn there.” He possessed her mouth again with a persuasive kiss. He slid his fingers from under the elastic and cupped her sex with his large, warm hand.

  He tumbled backward from the couch, landing on his butt on the floor. Chuckling softly, he sprang to his feet. His white teeth flashed as he offered his hand. When she laid her palm in his, he pulled her upright on the sofa.

  Her gaze was level with the huge bulge stretching the front of his jeans taut. She slid her free hand up his thigh until it rested over the ridge outlined behind his zipper. He jerked at the intimate brush, and groaned.

  He grasped her wrist and backed away, pulling her to her feet. He tugged her against his hard chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist, he held them there as he captured her mouth with his. He walked backward, forcing her to follow. Their footsteps mingled with their sighs and moans as they kissed all the way to her bedroom.

  Chapter 9

  The light streaming in Polly’s bedroom window was shadowy and romantic. The fading sunset had painted the walls of her room dusky rose and champagne gold. The bed was positioned to catch the final glory of the day. Ian walked backwards, pulling her along, until he ran into the bed frame.

  Finally pulling his lips from hers, he panted, “Lights on or off?”

  “On.”

  She kissed the strong line of his jaw, then stroked her tongue down the corded muscle of his throat. He tasted clean, slightly salty, and like a delicacy. His scent was intoxicating and she looped her arms around him and buried her nose in the hollow where his neck met his shoulder.

  The touch of his fingers as he danced them along her spine was electric, firing sensation and desire to new heights. Ian stretched to his right and fumbled with the bedside lamp. The snick of the knob turning was followed instantly by pale illumination flowing over the colorful duvet. As he straightened, he smiled into her eyes and trailed his hands down her sides.

  He snagged the hem of her shirt, and holding her gaze, he lifted the halter over her head and tossed it away. Skimming his fingertips over her cheek, he tucked her hair behind her ear. He grazed her chest with his knuckles then cupped the underside of one breast, lifting it. A quiet moan eased through her lips as he mouthed her through the lacy bra. He splayed his other hand between her shoulder blades, drawing her closer. Polly arched back, giving him better access, and speared her fingers through his hair.

  After moments of the exquisite torture of his
mouth at her nipple, he nuzzled his way back up her chest until he reached her lips. His kiss was eager, deep and frenzied as he opened the clasp of her strapless bra. The scrap of fabric dropped to the floor.

  With both arms around her, he pressed his hands to her buttocks, bringing her closer to his body. His erection pressed into her, demanding to be noticed.

  The bare skin of her chest melded to the pecs revealed by his unbuttoned shirt. She felt him pulling the zipper of her skirt downward, the metal singing in the quiet of her room as teeth separated. The touch of his fingers seared as he eased the material downward, until it pooled at her feet.

  Goddess, the man was a master in the art of stripping a woman to her skin.

  He went to his knees and scattered kisses from one hip to the other. Tangling his fingers in the lace of her thong, he eased the fabric down, his hands gliding over her skin like silk. Polly braced one hand on his shoulder and lifted first one leg, then the other to step out of her panties. His warm hand wrapped around her ankles, as one at a time, he pulled off her sandals.

  Remaining on his knees, he scanned her naked body. She stood still under his perusal, a wild pulse tingling between her legs. She wanted him in her immediately, but he seemed content to simply look at her, velvety brown eyes shimmering in the dim lighting.

  “You are stunning,” he murmured as he finally pushed to his feet.

  Polly tipped her head and gestured to his body. “I’d return the compliment but you still have your clothes on.” She smoothed her hands up under his shirt, up his chest and over his shoulders to push the fabric away. He shook it free of his arms and it landed next to hers on the floor.

  She reached for his waistband and worked the button free of its opening, then carefully lowered the zipper. Ian clenched his fists at his side, the action popping the muscles in his forearms. Dipping her hand into the waistband of his briefs, Polly stroked over the heated rod.

  Ian groaned and grasped her wrist, stilling her movement. “I won’t last if you keep going.” His lips said one thing…the heat in his eye nearly begged her to keep fondling him.

  Arching one brow at him, she trailed her fingers along the length of him. “Sweet torture, huh?”

  “Woman, you don’t know the half of it.” He stood motionless, a muscle jerking in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.

  He released her wrist and then shoved his jeans and black briefs downward. His erection sprang free and right into Polly’s hand. The texture and strength of it had her catching her breath.

  “Get on the bed, Polly.” Ian pulled her hand free, toed his shoes off, then worked his feet free of the jeans.

  One thing about Polly…she never had to be told twice. While she scrambled onto the mattress. Ian bent and fished his wallet from the back pocket of his discarded pants. He dropped two foil packages on the bedside table, and then joined her on the bed.

  He stretched out on his side, his cock prodding her hip. The press of his hand tickled as he trailed it up her arm to her shoulder. He nudged backward until she was prone next to him.

  He slanted his mouth over hers and toyed with her breast, circling the areola, lightly pinching the taut peak between his fingers. Each motion sent desire careening through her. Drawing one knee high, she arched her hips up, an open invitation. Ian slid his leg over one of hers and pressed up, creating delicious tension and need as he rubbed against her clit.

  Grasping the sides of his head, Polly urged him back. When his lips left hers, she moaned. “Ian, now. I want you now.”

  “I want to play a while longer.” He slid his hand down her body, stroking her clit with his thumb as he cupped her sex. Holding her gaze, his eyes glittered as his fingers teased over her folds. When he slipped one into her, her heart raced.

  He smiled. “You’re so wet. So ready for me.”

  A second finger joined the first and Ian took up a slow, pulsing rhythm, in and out of her. Heaviness built low in her belly as he lightly tapped her clit with each stroke of his fingers. He dropped his mouth to her breast and sucked the sensitive nipple between his lips. Bolts of desire zinged through her body, from his mouth to his hand, a powerful circuit that had her soaring at carnal heights.

  Flexing her hips up to meet the stroke, she covered the hand between her legs with hers and whimpered, “More. Oh God, Ian. Please.” She urged his hand harder against her and writhed with pleasure when he complied.

  He chuckled around a mouthful of her breast. “Greedy little thing.” He licked her nipple then gently held it between his teeth and tongued the nub.

  “If you want to play, I’m happy to comply.” She wiggled her arm along her side, until she wrapped his cock in her hand.

  She pulsed her fingers around him in time with the undulating motion of his hand on her sex. His hips rocked toward her. When she stroked her thumb over the slit on the crown, her fingertip came away wet with droplets of pre-come. She swirled the moisture around the hood then traced her fingers along the bulging vein on the underside.

  He groaned and pushed up on his elbow, until he hovered over her. “Playtime is over. Time to get serious.”

  “I’m serious about you.” She smiled into his eyes as anticipation built.

  He released his grip between her legs and groped behind him for one of the condoms. Polly went to take it and he pulled his hand away from her reach. “If I let you, I’m afraid I’ll burst before you get it in place.”

  Biting her lip, she watched as he used his teeth to tear open the packet. He fell over to his back, his erection jutting against his belly, and rolled the latex into place, a pained, intense look on his face.

  She laughed when he surged over her, nestling his hips between her thighs. The tip of his cock prodded her opening and with one smooth rocking motion he eased into her, stretching and filling. Sensation crested as he began a rhythm that sang to her soul. She gasped on each stroke, arching her hips to meet his, then chasing as he pulled back to begin again. The light hair on his chest tickled against her breasts with each stroke. She locked her ankles behind his back.

  Propped on his elbows, holding her face between his hands, he kissed with a wild abandon as he pumped into her, filling her completely.

  “That’s so good.” She met his thrusts enjoying the rub of his body sliding in her, over her.

  “So damn tight. Fuck, I knew we’d be good together.” His breath rushed in her ear, matching the rush of blood in her veins.

  He increased his motion, rocking harder into her, faster, going deeper. Rolling his hips against her pelvis, each thrust brushed against her clit. Pressure built within her, clenching, rumbling, demanding. Stars flickered behind her eyes and sensation surged over her and she squeaked out his name as a powerful orgasm claimed her. It was as though her soul lifted from her body, hovering on a cloud of light.

  Each time Ian thrust into her, a new color burst behind her eyelids. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft as he claimed her mouth. Polly wasn’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began as he moved in her, rolling against the super sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs. His butt cheeks flexed and clenched with each thrust, his shoulders and back tensed as he groaned into her mouth. He pulled his lips from hers and arched back, seating himself deeply inside her, shouting her name to the ceiling as he climaxed.

  Still propped on his elbows, Ian buried his face against her neck, his breath hot and humid and erotic on her flesh. Against her sternum, his heartbeat drummed, matching the staccato pace of hers. Combing her fingers through his hair, Polly idly skated her hand down his neck and along his spine, lingering over each indentation of his vertebrae. When she reached the swell of his butt cheeks, his penis twitched inside her. In response, she tightened her muscles around his girth.

  “Jesus, Polly.” His laugh was muffled against her skin, his chest and belly rumbling over hers. He nibbled the tendon of her neck then soothed the tiny sting with his tongue.

  “What? A girl can’t go back for seconds?” She swirled he
r fingers into the shallow divot on his butt, tracing an elliptical shape on his smooth skin.

  Lifting his head, he pushed up onto his elbows and smiled into her eyes. “A girl should wait until a boy has a chance to fully recover before asking for said seconds.”

  She clenched around him again, enjoying the full sensation. When his eyes widened she grinned at him. “I don’t know, Ian. Kind of feels like you might be fully recovered already.”

  “You might be right.” He rubbed a lock of her hair between his fingers. “But I’m not willing to test this condom a second time.”

  Polly flicked a glance to the bedside table. “You came prepared. I like that about you.”

  “I also came with a sweet tooth. Do you have any honey?” When she nodded, his lips rose in a wicked smile. “I propose we have some of the baklava, then come back here with that jar of honey and see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

  Her breath stuttered as she contemplated his marvelous idea. When she remembered how to inhale, her taut nipples brushed against the light fuzz on his chest. Loving the sensation, she breathed deeper, purposely lifting her breasts.

  Ian responded by capturing her mouth with his in a series of greedy kisses, drinking her in, licking along her lips. “Seems someone might like the idea.” He lifted his hips into the air, easing out of her.

  He rolled off her body, then off the bed, landing on his ass with an oomph! He continued to chuckle as he scrambled to his feet. Even though the room was dim, Polly ogled his sexy ass as he moved away from her toward the bathroom. After a moment of him groping along the wall for the switch, a square of golden light flared across the floor He smiled over his shoulder as he eased the door partially closed. While she listened to the quiet noises he made, Polly sat up on the mattress, the sheet draping across her hips.

  She stretched her arms over her head, her long hair flowing over her shoulders and chest as Ian stepped back into the room.