jaw clench. Damn it, he wanted her. He could deny it until he was blue in the face but it didn’t change facts. He’d wanted her last night but Remy—
Remy was dying.
“Amity…”
Her head tilted to the side, as if she were trying to read between his lines. “Don’t you find me attractive?”
He tried to stop his mouth from dropping open in shock and wasn’t entirely successful. He never would’ve expected her to be the type to beg for compliments. Then he realized she wasn’t. She actually thought maybe he didn’t desire her. After last night, how could she doubt it? Then again, he hadn’t touched her, even though every molecule of his body had begged him to.
Taking a deep breath, he reined in the mounting frustration. “Lady Amity, I think you are… extremely attractive. Beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Yeah, just keep sticking your foot in your mouth, idiot. “But, tonight… the demon… I’m finding it tough to switch gears.”
Her smile lit a tiny fire in his gut. “I understand, Rom. Truly, I do. It’s been a rather stressful night for me, too. I’m sorry. I know this is asking too much of you. How about just a kiss? That might be enough to get me going.”
She held out her hand to him, palm up. Not a command. A request.
Her delicate fingers trembled the slightest bit as they hung in midair, waiting for him.
Shit .
Why the hell did he feel like he was betraying his cousin if he did this? They’d agreed before they’d set out to seduce her: it didn’t matter which of them she chose, or if she chose both. Remy had had her last night.
Why shouldn’t he today? Especially if it would save Remy’s life.
Because she’d made her choice. She’d chosen Remy.
You want her. Take her. She’s handing herself to you on a platter. And Remy needs you to do this .
Right. His cousin needed him. How many times had Remy saved his life in the past twenty years?
Having sex with a goddess didn’t exactly seem like a hardship to save Remy’s life.
He reached for her, noting how her smaller hand disappeared in his, the coolness of her skin and the tremble just beneath. Lifting his gaze to meet hers, he saw her lips curl in a sweet smile that lit a simmering heat in his gut.
Kiss her .
He wanted to. He’d wanted to from the first moment he’d seen her.
Lowering his head, he watched her eyes darken in anticipation then braced for impact when she lifted to meet him.
Their lips came together in a rush, hers cool at first but warming fast beneath his.
Her eyes had drifted shut just before he closed the distance between them, and he let his close, as well. Let himself shut off the part of his brain that tried to tell him this wasn’t right and simply enjoyed the feeling of her lips pressed against his.
So soft. So sweet.
He angled his head so his mouth fit better against hers. Still not good enough. He released her hand and cupped her face in both of his, turning her to get a better position.
Her hands reached for his shoulders, tiny nails sinking into his skin. The pain heightened his awareness of her. The sweet scent of her, the softness of her skin beneath his palms. The fragility of her bones.
He could crush her with one hand. The demon could have damaged her beyond repair with one hand behind its back.
Rom wanted to kill it again, just for daring to touch her.
Which he shouldn’t be doing either.
She was a goddess and he hadn’t given the deities their due in years.
Not since—
He pried open her lips with his own and let his tongue slip between her lips, nearly groaned as the sweet taste of her exploded on his tongue. Damn, she tasted good. Still cool but heating fast.
Her breath became a little hotter now, and he took it into his own lungs as his tongue tangled with hers. She moaned, the sound vibrating through him, straight to his groin. He couldn’t help but wonder what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock.
Sucking in a startled breath, he pulled away, and his
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