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cracks, and they looked both firm and soft. Simone almost shuddered as she remembered how they felt. Heavenly.
She became aware that she was staring at him like a piece of meat at the same time he noticed it. Blushing, Simone tried to think of something to say, and failed. Caught. If her hand had been in the cookie jar, she couldn’t have been more caught.
“Tell me about yourself, Simone Randall.”
Glad that he’d broken her moment of acute embarrassment, Simone sighed and asked, “What do you want to know?”
His response was quick and very serious, “Everything.”
Chapter Four
By “everything” he’d really meant everything. Simone couldn’t remember the last time, if there was a time, she’d confided this much information about herself to anyone. Well, of course Janet knew a lot of her history but that was because she was her closest friend. She’d just met this man, and already he knew what she did for a living, what her hobbies were, that she’d named her cat Misty because the day she’d bought her had been a misty day and the cat had been the only ray of light she’d seen, that her mother had died after struggling with cancer, that she’d never met her father, and many other personal things she usually kept to herself. And as she spoke, he listened. Really listened. No yawning, no coughing, no trying to kiss or paw at her. He just sat there, occasionally eating from the breakfast platter before them, and listened.
“So, that’s my life,” she ended with a nervous little chuckle. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him all of that. Simone looked around the living room, and caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was going on five o’clock in the morning, and she’d been talking since two. He was probably too much of a gentleman to kick her out of his room. Shaking her head, she picked up her purse, and was just about to feign tiredness, when his hand caught hers.
“What are you doing?”
He looked genuinely surprised, confused actually, and Simone faltered for a moment.
“It’s five o’clock in the morning. I thought...”
“That I was tired?” He shook his head in the negative. And then his grip relaxed and he looked thoughtful. “Are you tired?”
Now was the time to say yes, call it a night-morning, and try hard to forget about drop-dead-gorgeous, great-dancing, great-kissing, great-listening, Thanatos Aeron.
“No.”
He slid closer to her, and unconsciously her eyes lowered to his lips.
“You’re very strong, Simone Randall, to have endured what you have, and still have a positive outlook on life.”
Blinking, her brows furrowed as she looked at him.
***
Thanatos smiled. She didn’t recognize her own strength. Most humans didn’t. While it wasn’t much compared to immortals and gods, humans had will, and that was their shield during hard times. The woman before him had grown up without a father, with a sick mother, had buried her mother before the age of seventeen, and yet, one could not tell from looking at her. She hadn’t let her pain overshadow her life. That was strength. And it was beauty.
He kissed her. Not because in that moment she seemed more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen, but because he couldn’t help himself. This close to her, he could smell her scent, an exotic coconut wisp coupled with the warm honeyed scent, and it beckoned to him.
As soon as his lips touched hers, she whimpered before leaning into him. It was then and there that two things passed through his mind. He was going to take her. There was no doubt in his mind of that. What surprised him was the thought that followed. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go after that. Thanatos had never had a problem with casual sex before but something told him that it would be impossible with her. He briefly wondered if Aphrodite’s meddling son had shot him with one of his arrows.
That was all forgotten when Simone’s tongue dipped into his mouth. Sweet Gods! He
She became aware that she was staring at him like a piece of meat at the same time he noticed it. Blushing, Simone tried to think of something to say, and failed. Caught. If her hand had been in the cookie jar, she couldn’t have been more caught.
“Tell me about yourself, Simone Randall.”
Glad that he’d broken her moment of acute embarrassment, Simone sighed and asked, “What do you want to know?”
His response was quick and very serious, “Everything.”
Chapter Four
By “everything” he’d really meant everything. Simone couldn’t remember the last time, if there was a time, she’d confided this much information about herself to anyone. Well, of course Janet knew a lot of her history but that was because she was her closest friend. She’d just met this man, and already he knew what she did for a living, what her hobbies were, that she’d named her cat Misty because the day she’d bought her had been a misty day and the cat had been the only ray of light she’d seen, that her mother had died after struggling with cancer, that she’d never met her father, and many other personal things she usually kept to herself. And as she spoke, he listened. Really listened. No yawning, no coughing, no trying to kiss or paw at her. He just sat there, occasionally eating from the breakfast platter before them, and listened.
“So, that’s my life,” she ended with a nervous little chuckle. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him all of that. Simone looked around the living room, and caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was going on five o’clock in the morning, and she’d been talking since two. He was probably too much of a gentleman to kick her out of his room. Shaking her head, she picked up her purse, and was just about to feign tiredness, when his hand caught hers.
“What are you doing?”
He looked genuinely surprised, confused actually, and Simone faltered for a moment.
“It’s five o’clock in the morning. I thought...”
“That I was tired?” He shook his head in the negative. And then his grip relaxed and he looked thoughtful. “Are you tired?”
Now was the time to say yes, call it a night-morning, and try hard to forget about drop-dead-gorgeous, great-dancing, great-kissing, great-listening, Thanatos Aeron.
“No.”
He slid closer to her, and unconsciously her eyes lowered to his lips.
“You’re very strong, Simone Randall, to have endured what you have, and still have a positive outlook on life.”
Blinking, her brows furrowed as she looked at him.
***
Thanatos smiled. She didn’t recognize her own strength. Most humans didn’t. While it wasn’t much compared to immortals and gods, humans had will, and that was their shield during hard times. The woman before him had grown up without a father, with a sick mother, had buried her mother before the age of seventeen, and yet, one could not tell from looking at her. She hadn’t let her pain overshadow her life. That was strength. And it was beauty.
He kissed her. Not because in that moment she seemed more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen, but because he couldn’t help himself. This close to her, he could smell her scent, an exotic coconut wisp coupled with the warm honeyed scent, and it beckoned to him.
As soon as his lips touched hers, she whimpered before leaning into him. It was then and there that two things passed through his mind. He was going to take her. There was no doubt in his mind of that. What surprised him was the thought that followed. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go after that. Thanatos had never had a problem with casual sex before but something told him that it would be impossible with her. He briefly wondered if Aphrodite’s meddling son had shot him with one of his arrows.
That was all forgotten when Simone’s tongue dipped into his mouth. Sweet Gods! He
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