Page 37 of Desired By Eros

“That was nice,” she said, breaking the silence.

He glanced at her, catching the contentment in her expression. “Yeah, it was.”

When they reached the cabin, Psyche paused by the door, her hand on the knob. “Thanks for dinner.”

He nodded. “Of course. Have a good night.”

She blinked, surprised. “Wait, you’re leaving?”

Eros raised an eyebrow. “It’s not raining, Psyche. No reason for me to stay.”

“Oh, right,” she said quickly, her gaze dropping before she added, “You probably have a date or something.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “No.” Though in his mind, he added,I haven’t had a date since we started this whole thing at Denali.

“Oh,” she said again, her brow furrowing. “Then you should just stay here. I mean, you don’t really sleep, right? So, you can do that here.”

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Okay.”

Once inside, Eros settled on the couch, watching her as she busied herself with her evening routine. He wasn’t sure what his plan was—sitting here all night wasn’t exactly thrilling—but something about being near her felt oddly…right.

When she finally joined him, she looked refreshed, her soft pajamas emphasizing the graceful curves of her frame. He averted his gaze, keeping his thoughts firmly in check.

Psyche sat down, tucking her legs beneath her. “What were your three things today?”

He leaned back, considering her question. “Helping you move, finding that dinner spot, and…” He smirked. “Hiking the Triple Lakes Trail. Again.”

She laughed softly. “Sounds productive.”

“What about you?” he asked.

She smiled. “Deciding to get this cabin, dinner, and…well, settling in. It feels good.”

He studied her relaxed posture, the soft look in her eyes. “What are you thinking?” she asked suddenly.

Without thinking, he blurted, “Our kiss.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Our kiss?”

He sighed inwardly but decided to own it. “Yes. I liked it.”

Her lips curled into a small, shy smile. “Oh. I liked it too.”

“Would you like another one?”

She nodded, and as he leaned in, he paused just before their lips met. “Just to be clear, you didn’t like it just because of your sisters’ reactions, right?”

She giggled, her breath brushing against his lips. “Yes, I liked it, Eros.”

He closed the space, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt as natural as breathing. Her response was immediate and warm, and he pulled her closer.

Eros felt her responding fully now, her lips moving against his with a tentative eagerness that sent a thrill through him. When a soft, breathy moan escaped her, it was almost his undoing. Instinctively, he deepened the kiss, and slid his hand up her back to cradle her closer. But just as the intensity built,reason broke through the haze, and he gently pulled away, breathing heavily.

Psyche looked back at him, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her eyes were wide, and for a moment, she looked almost stunned, as though processing what had just happened. Then, to his utter delight, she touched her lips with her fingers, her expression softening into something curious and wonder-filled.

“Wow,” she whispered, barely audible, before meeting his gaze.

He grinned, but his usual cocky charm was tempered by a flicker of awe. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

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