before. It hadn’t even mattered to her.
But it seemed to matter deeply to Luke. “What do you want, Phaedra?”
“Everything!” she cried.
He nodded, coolly. Then he backed her against the wall, one hand by her head, appraising her like a curiosity. She knew he must want to talk and ask questions and plan, but Phaedra just wanted him to touch her. She drew closer to him and the brush of his thigh against hers made her instantly wet. “I want to break free, Luke. I want the courage to do everything that’s forbidden. I want to be shameless.”
She rubbed against him, desperate as a cat, and a growl of approval rumbled in his chest. “Shameless, huh? You want me to fuck you right here?”
The thought of it made her knees buckle, forcing her to brace herself against the gritty old wall. They were in public. They’d be caught. Unless she faded away, they’d be seen . And she didn’t care. Or maybe she did care and it only made her more aroused. “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do. Right here. Right now.”
“You want it hot and dirty.”
“Yes,” Phaedra said again, her hands bunching his shirt into fists in the hope of drawing him closer. His lips drew near enough that she felt the whisper of them upon her own, but he didn’t kiss her. “Kiss me. I won’t stop you!”
He shook his head. “No, this is about what you want.”
The fever burned across her body. “I want you to want me.”
“Oh, there’s no question that I do,” he said, pressing his erection against her hip as proof. But he made no move to take her. He was waiting. Phaedra’s mind swirled with possibilities. She could make no sense of what he expected. “Do you want me to beg?”
He tightened his grip on her. “Fuck, yes, but that’s not the point. Last night I took what I wanted. Today you’ve got to give it.”
She understood. No technicalities. No hiding. She’d pledged to Athena never to give herself to a man and she would break this pledge. She would own this crime. Every sinful moment of it. Finding her courage, she slammed Luke back against the opposite wall, wanting to devour him, alarmed by her own violence. She was still a fury; she had him at her mercy. “I don’t want to hurt you, Luke.”
“I’m tough,” he said, eyes squinted in challenge. “I think I can take it.”
In response, she grabbed at his belt buckle, tugging it open. “I want you to kiss me,” she murmured, but she wanted more than that.
“Nope,” Luke said. “But you can kiss me if you want.”
She flailed in panic. “I don’t know how.”
“Maybe that’s for the better, because you want it hot and dirty, so no kissing this time.”
Phaedra sputtered. “But…you kissed the shopgirl.”
“She wasn’t about to get fucked in an alleyway in broad daylight, but you are.”
The wickedness of his words curled deliciously in her belly and she realized that he said these things to provoke her. And it always worked. “I want to touch you, Luke.”
“So do it.” He put her hand on his bare cock. An act of trust. She’d given him no reason to trust her; he just wanted to. And somehow that moved her beyond words. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft, staring at her own hand in wonder. She stroked him, and he groaned in pleasure.
She’d touched him and given him pleasure. It was enough to make her stagger. It had been a revelation that he could find pleasure in her body. It was somehow even more profound that she could elicit such sounds from him with the same hands that had caused suffering.
They were like frenzied teenagers in that alleyway. He was hot and hard, pulsing with the music of Old Town. When Phaedra unzipped her jeans and eased them down a few inches over her hips, Luke wet his lower lip, watching, mesmerized. This time, she was enjoying her role as seductress, but she nearly lost her nerve when she was bared to him, exposed. On the street she heard the laughter of the crowds. Maybe
But it seemed to matter deeply to Luke. “What do you want, Phaedra?”
“Everything!” she cried.
He nodded, coolly. Then he backed her against the wall, one hand by her head, appraising her like a curiosity. She knew he must want to talk and ask questions and plan, but Phaedra just wanted him to touch her. She drew closer to him and the brush of his thigh against hers made her instantly wet. “I want to break free, Luke. I want the courage to do everything that’s forbidden. I want to be shameless.”
She rubbed against him, desperate as a cat, and a growl of approval rumbled in his chest. “Shameless, huh? You want me to fuck you right here?”
The thought of it made her knees buckle, forcing her to brace herself against the gritty old wall. They were in public. They’d be caught. Unless she faded away, they’d be seen . And she didn’t care. Or maybe she did care and it only made her more aroused. “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do. Right here. Right now.”
“You want it hot and dirty.”
“Yes,” Phaedra said again, her hands bunching his shirt into fists in the hope of drawing him closer. His lips drew near enough that she felt the whisper of them upon her own, but he didn’t kiss her. “Kiss me. I won’t stop you!”
He shook his head. “No, this is about what you want.”
The fever burned across her body. “I want you to want me.”
“Oh, there’s no question that I do,” he said, pressing his erection against her hip as proof. But he made no move to take her. He was waiting. Phaedra’s mind swirled with possibilities. She could make no sense of what he expected. “Do you want me to beg?”
He tightened his grip on her. “Fuck, yes, but that’s not the point. Last night I took what I wanted. Today you’ve got to give it.”
She understood. No technicalities. No hiding. She’d pledged to Athena never to give herself to a man and she would break this pledge. She would own this crime. Every sinful moment of it. Finding her courage, she slammed Luke back against the opposite wall, wanting to devour him, alarmed by her own violence. She was still a fury; she had him at her mercy. “I don’t want to hurt you, Luke.”
“I’m tough,” he said, eyes squinted in challenge. “I think I can take it.”
In response, she grabbed at his belt buckle, tugging it open. “I want you to kiss me,” she murmured, but she wanted more than that.
“Nope,” Luke said. “But you can kiss me if you want.”
She flailed in panic. “I don’t know how.”
“Maybe that’s for the better, because you want it hot and dirty, so no kissing this time.”
Phaedra sputtered. “But…you kissed the shopgirl.”
“She wasn’t about to get fucked in an alleyway in broad daylight, but you are.”
The wickedness of his words curled deliciously in her belly and she realized that he said these things to provoke her. And it always worked. “I want to touch you, Luke.”
“So do it.” He put her hand on his bare cock. An act of trust. She’d given him no reason to trust her; he just wanted to. And somehow that moved her beyond words. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft, staring at her own hand in wonder. She stroked him, and he groaned in pleasure.
She’d touched him and given him pleasure. It was enough to make her stagger. It had been a revelation that he could find pleasure in her body. It was somehow even more profound that she could elicit such sounds from him with the same hands that had caused suffering.
They were like frenzied teenagers in that alleyway. He was hot and hard, pulsing with the music of Old Town. When Phaedra unzipped her jeans and eased them down a few inches over her hips, Luke wet his lower lip, watching, mesmerized. This time, she was enjoying her role as seductress, but she nearly lost her nerve when she was bared to him, exposed. On the street she heard the laughter of the crowds. Maybe
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