He didn’t want to listen, but the gentleman inside him could not ignore it. Never having felt this kind of lust, one where all reason and good judgment went out the window, he was unprepared for the emotions coursing through him. Desire, want, need all shot through the blood, thrumming through his fast-beating heart, warming his skin almost as much as her caresses. The underlying guilt he felt for taking advantage once again had him pushing her away.
Moving his hand from her breast, he smiled sluggishly at her. “Our food is getting cold.”
Her glassy-eyed stare was unreadable, but he knew she had been lost in the same passions he had been, and his words were probably like ice water being thrown on her. “I suppose it is. I had almost forgotten it was there.”
* * * *
Eros’s mouth dropped, and he heard his uncle snickering beside him.
“Perhaps your magic is getting weaker. You have hit them with, what, two apiece? Or was it three? The last couple you had fucking in a matter of minutes. These two you can’t even get clothes to come off.”
“The last two I hit with lust arrows, particularly strong ones, to help hide your arrival. I didn’t need them to go run off screaming after you popped out of thin air.” Looking over the couple slowly eating their food while glancing at each other with longing looks, he was quiet a moment. “These two are different. The first two already knew each other, had developed a mutual attraction. This couple has only just met, and they have too much unknown between them. I do not want to push too hard. It is still fragile. Simple love arrows are all I can provide.”
“Well, we haven’t got forever to wait on these two to fuck and get it over with. We have bigger issues ahead. Just shoot them with some lust, and let them get on with it.”
“No.”
“No?”
Eros turned, furious with Apollo. “Do you not see it? It is as clear as day. Mere mortals rarely fight the effects of a love arrow, so do you realize why they are fighting?”
“Because they haven’t gotten the sense to get naked and have at it?”
Shaking his head, he looked again at the table and smiled. “No, you idiot. They are fighting the emotions they feel, afraid they will damage the delicate thing they have just found. This is true love at its finest. So rare a thing is too beautiful to ruin and force them into such a base desire as lust.”
“It looked pretty lusty a moment ago, base desire or not. You sound like a big softy. True love? Really? There will no longer be true anything unless we get moving and bring down Hades. Shoot them with a little lust, get the ball rolling, and let’s be on our way. Stop dragging your feet.”
Eros knew Apollo was probably right. They had no time to waste. It saddened him to rush this beautiful thing that was emerging here. Pulling out two lust arrows, he turned his bow sideways, aiming both at once. As each slid into the couple, he sighed, hoping he was doing the right thing to save everyone.
Chapter Eight
Kendall was plucking a chopstick full of pad thai into her mouth as a delicious heat surged through her body. Dropping the utensil to the table, she grasped the slender stem of the wine glass and swallowed a healthy mouthful. She felt the fine sheen of perspiration form on her brow as she clutched the table edge with one hand, gently placing the glass back on the table with the other.
Adding her other hand to the table, she looked down at the white-knuckled grip she had on the edge, knowing if she let go, she would jump back into his lap and seduce him into fucking her right there on the table. She could see it in her mind’s eye, flinging plates to the side as she planted her heels on either side of his thighs, opening her pussy for him to lick and suck and nuzzle.
Mustering enough courage to glance in his direction, she saw he had stopped eating. She nearly moaned at the glazed-over look of passion she saw reflected there. Standing up, he moved so quickly his chair fell to the floor behind him. He grasped her under her knees and behind her back, easily lifting her into his arms. Spreading a heavy kiss across her lips, he walked briskly into the living room before placing her before the roaring fire.
He tugged her sweater over her head as he knelt between her splayed legs, grasping her lips with his own as soon as her head was through. Reaching down, he paused as a loud snarl came up from his chest when he apparently realized she was wearing more clothing underneath, and he pulled her cotton T-shirt up and over. Sinking his fingers into her thick hair, he pulled her as close as possible, his mouth warring with her own, tongues lashing out and tangling in the heated exchange.
Slowly descending to lay within the confines of her legs, he rested himself above her, and she felt the long, hot hardness of his cock pressing against her wet heat. He began moving his hips within the cradle of hers as he created the delicious friction she wanted. Needed. Wrapping her legs about his waist, she pulled him impossibly closer. She needed the pressure he gave to be deeper, harder.
One of his hands dropped to her breast, still encased in the bra she wore. Pressing the soft flesh tightly inside the rough, callused palm, an explosion of electricity shot through her, heightening the pleasure she felt. He continued to massage her breast in his strong hand, reaching inside the delicate lace to press her nipple up and over the edge. Leaning down, he captured the hard point in his mouth, the volcanic heat too much for her, and she arched into his touch, silently demanding more.
Her jeans were being pushed from her body, and she was so involved in the pleasure that she had not even felt the button and zipper being undone. Using his hand, he pushed the heavy fabric from her thighs before using a foot to push the rest of the way. The denim caught on her soft suede boots, so she kicked them from her feet so he could finish his job.
A chill swept through her as he turned back to face her, having risen to his knees to remove her pants. The fire was warm against her skin, as was the heat emanating from his body, so she knew the sensation was from excitement alone. He began to remove his own pullover and T-shirt and began to unbuckle his belt and the buttons on his jeans, never removing his stare from her own.
Watching him disrobe warmed her further, and she felt her insides turn liquid. Wide shoulders swathed with muscles drifted down to narrow hips, a dusting of hair coated his defined pecs, and his arms looked sculpted from marble they were so perfect. Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he returned to her, nestling himself within her legs. He lowered his head as if he would conquer her mouth once more but stopped short and looked at her with a fierce passion sweeping across his face.
Raising one hand to her face, his whisper-soft touch caressed her cheek, her lips, and her chin.
“You are the most beautiful creature I think I have ever seen.”
His words made her smile, but her heart leapt when she heard the catch in his voice and the truth she thought she heard in his tone. Wynne continued to gaze at her, touching her gently, making her want him that much more. The simple touch he provided only fanned the flames inside her and made her yearn.
Holding back, allowing herself to revel in the light strokes against her heated skin, she closed her eyes, focusing on where his skin met her own. Her hands itched to touch him, to press against him and force him to kiss her again, but she knew she would not rush this, no matter how much her body demanded he satisfy her. Now.
“Open your eyes. I want to see them when I touch you. Right here.”
As she fluttered her lashes, she almost closed them once more as he pressed a soft pinch to a nipple. Raising her ass from the floor, she ground her pussy against his cock, gasping at the erotic contact. Both were still dressed in their underwear, and it was too much fabric between them. Kendall desperately wanted to press her fingers under the waistband of his and press them down, but she fought the need, trying to allow him to prolong this pleasure she felt.
She licked her lips, craving his kiss once more. He lowered his head, barely pressing his mouth to hers, and she wondered if she had truly felt his touch or not. A frustrated moan was pulled from her chest, and he
aring the sound, he lowered to her and began kissing her in earnest. She raised her fingers to his scalp, pulling his head close, refusing to allow him to break the connection he had initiated.
Hearing a ripping sound as she felt herself lifted slightly, she broke the kiss to look down, her pussy soaking as she saw the tattered remnants of her white, lacy panties in his broad hand. Dropping the fabric, he moved those fingers to her clit, circling the nub before taking control of her mouth once more. He continued to rub his hardened, cotton-covered hardness against the flowering lips of her pussy as his fingers on her pearl caused havoc inside her body.
Unsure if she could still breathe, she felt sensation she had never known race through her body, galloping toward the completion he had driven her to. His tongue stroked hers, muffling the moans of delight she released at his heated caresses. Closing her eyes, she was nearing the pinnacle. He stopped his movements, bringing the orgasm she was preparing for to a standstill.
She beat one hand against the soft hairs that swept across the hardened muscles of his chest, frustrated at not relishing in the aftermath she should be cocooned in at that very moment.
“Unfair.”
“Baby, all’s fair in love and war.”
The nickname registered somewhere in her consciousness, but she didn’t give it much thought. Instead, she ran the hand used to beat against his chest, lowering it to the waistband she had wanted to remove earlier. Pressing the fabric lower on his hip, he grasped her wrist, stopping her.
“Not yet.”
“I need…”
“I know you need, baby. But if you take those off me right now, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“And there is something wrong with that?”
“It’s not a race, darlin’. It’s an adventure. Let me take you for a ride.”
You had better ride me. “But I want to feel you. Now.”
She rested her hand on the hardened shaft of his cock, making sure he had no doubts as to what she wanted to feel. Moving her hand away, he reached back, undoing the clasp of her bra and removing the white, lacy confection. He stared at her breasts, a hungry look on his face that was only enhanced when he swiped his tongue over his swollen lips.
Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking the flesh deep within his mouth. Kendall felt the tugs all the way to her pussy and ached all over, wanting his touch on every available inch of her body.
She gasped as she felt the invasion of one thick finger inside the molten heat of her cunt and arched as he bit the abraded flesh in his mouth. Smiling to herself, she felt the heat rise within her once again and knew climax was within reach. Pressing against the digit inside her, she felt desire spiraling inside her as she knew her orgasm would only come with the thick pressure of his cock inside her.
Moving her fingers back to his waistband, she began to press the dark cotton below the slight dip in his hip, noting how the muscles bunched and corded all over his body. He was utter male perfection, and she trailed one hand along his tight abs and the other continued to press his briefs ever lower. Springing from a dark-blond nest of curls, his cock leapt at her once she finally uncovered its heavy weight.
Wynne lowered one hand to cover one of hers before sliding past to push his briefs down farther. He came back to his knees once more, and she cried out from the loss of his heat, his fire, his desire. Looking into his eyes, seeing the same desire she felt bubbling within their depths, she ached all over. Kendall glanced down and saw the large cock bobbing in front of him, and she was momentarily frightened by the size of him.
She had never seen a man as thick and long before, and she worried he would never fit within her. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized she would be willing to die trying, and she would go out of this world with a smile on her face.
Wynne stood with more grace than she expected of a man of his size. “I’ll be right back.” He grasped a soft throw from the couch and spread it across her, nuzzling against her cheek before running up the stairs. Watching him go, she was able to get a perfect view of his incredibly sculpted rear, and tingles raced within her body.
Looking into the burning fire, she felt the first niggles of doubt press into her mind. Pulling the wrap closer around her, she began to mentally count off all the reasons why this was a very bad idea.
He is a complete stranger, and I never do this kind of a thing. What the hell am I thinking? I must not be thinking. Just because a sexy man comes to my rescue, there is no reason I need to repay him with sex.
The last thought made her stiffen. Was that what she was truly doing? Repaying his generosity with sex? No, there was something more to it. From the moment she had been wrapped in his arms in her kitchen, she had felt how right he seemed—as if she had known him forever and he belonged by her side. There was chemistry there and a potential for more. Was she about to ruin whatever “more” could be by sleeping with him now?
Hearing him walking down the stairs, she pulled the blanket tighter around her and felt a chill race down her spine. She was truly interested in this man and had no idea how to proceed from here. Turning to see him return, she was surprised to see him wearing a soft cotton T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
A little twinge of hurt twisted in her gut. Apparently, he wasn’t interested in continuing their passions. Why am I upset? I had just said I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.
* * * *
Wynne came into the living room after gathering her bag from near the door. As soon as he entered, he felt the chill coming from her. Setting her bag on the couch, he opened it up and grabbed the pair of flannel pants and T-shirt he had seen her add to it. Lowering to his knees before her, he smiled, opening the blanket and slowly putting the shirt on her.
The questioning look on her face made him wince as he knew she was upset.
“Kendall, you are an incredible woman, and I would like nothing more than to have sex with you all night long. I went upstairs to get protection, and as I was walking out, I glanced at myself in the mirror.”
“And just what did you see there that made you change your mind?”
“I saw a very lonely man. One that doesn’t take advantage of women who are in need.”
Pulling the last arm of the long-sleeved shirt through, he gazed into her eyes. “You aren’t taking advantage. But you are right that this isn’t the best idea tonight.”
Placing both of his large hands on either side of her face, he pulled her face to his, making her look at him. “I will make love to you. It may not be tonight, but mark my words. I will have you in my bed very, very soon.”
Holding her breath, she warred with the desire he refueled within her. “You sound awfully sure of yourself, Wynne.”
“Do you disagree?” He nipped at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before caressing her tongue with his own.
She moaned “no” on a whispered sigh and pushed against his chest a moment later. He grasped the soft flannel of her pants and helped her put them on. Rooting through her bag, she added her soft booties to warm her, turning around to see him bringing the wine glasses and bottle into the living room.
“I just threw our dinner into the microwave for a few seconds. It wasn’t completely cold.” He handed her a glass before taking a swig of his own and dropping it on the coffee table beside her. The shrill beep reverberated through the room as he exited, coming back mere moments later with their food, nicely steaming once more.
She slurped her pad thai, sipped the delicious wine, and slipped into his arms to be held in front of the raging fire. Her mind and body were exhausted, and the questions about him that had been rolling around in her head all day could not find a voice. Instead she luxuriated in the feel of him holding her and let the real world drift away.
* * * *
Apollo smacked Eros on the back. “Well, Hades must be doing something with your magic.”
“There is nothing wrong with my magic, Apollo. You simply can’t rush true love
, not one that has the potential to be as strong as theirs will be. They are fighting the lust they feel because they sense the power this could have over the rest of their lives and will continue to fight it. I refuse to interfere anymore.”
“And if Hades tries to separate them?”
“Then we will have a battle on our hands. For now, I have a wife at home whom I miss very much and would like to bed, so we will leave them be and check back tomorrow.”
* * * *
Looking over the wreckage of her kitchen in the bright sunlight made Wynne realize just how lucky she was. Luckily the house was warm again, so she should have no problems in that regard, but as he had noted, there was no alarm system, and he worried about her neighbor.
There appeared to be no tampering that he could find, and the ignition point was the wiring, which looked either half-assed or tampered with. At least what was left of the wiring, of course. In some of these cases, the actual culprit was hard to determine. Considering that the rest of the kitchen’s wiring looked just fine, he wasn’t sure.
His mind went back to Ronald, the pesky neighbor. Had the man come into her home in order to mess with her appliance so he could play the hero? Wynne recalled a case he had read about several years before in a professional journal where a stalker had invaded a woman’s home to do just that on multiple occasions—the last actually taking the woman’s life. Wynne shivered. In less than twenty-four hours Kendall had become so important to him that the thought of her being hurt was enough to make his chest ache.
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