Page 116 of Raising Hell
“I think your hands are in the wrong spot,” I said, lightly kissing his lips.
His gaze, which had started to flicker red, turned brown when he looked at me in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“If I’m holding on up here—” I patted his shoulders “—shouldn’t you be holding on much farther down?”
His lips curved into a smile, and his hands slid down to cup my ass.
“Much better,” he murmured as his lips brushed over mine.
“Definitely,” I agreed, liking the heat of his hands so very much. “Do you think you can walk and kiss at the same time without running us into anything?”
“I’m a god,” he breathed against me. “I can do anything.”
“Which way, Zotera?” I asked.
I licked his bottom lip as she said, “right,” and wasn’t sure if the tremble that rocked through him was due to that or the closing distance between us and the truth. Either way, I made his effort to walk and kiss worth his while. It was a miracle he didn’t drop me with the way I moved against him.
“Turn left,” Zotera said.
Hades stopped walking and tore his lips from mine.
“N—”
I swallowed his denial and ran my hands over his chest. When I broke the kiss, I ducked my head and nibbled along his neck.
“Turn left,” I whispered. “Everything’s fine as long as we’re together, right?”
He made a pained sound and turned left.
A faint rumble echoed down the hall, followed by a bang.
I lifted my head to see a crack running the length of the marble hallways. Stretching, I caught his earlobe between my teeth.
He grunted.
“Stay with me,” I whispered with a lick.
A tremble ran through him, and I pulled back to check his mood. He was fully focused on me again, and I rubbed his cheek while checking the crack.
“Will you fix it for me?” I asked.
It disappeared as I watched.
“Good. Now, don’t make things shake again.”
He silently snarled at me, but I wasn’t a bit intimidated.
The fearful, powerful king of the underworld didn’t want to face his cruel demons and risk losing the moment of peace he’d found. I understood that. But I also knew we couldn’t keep going as we had been, and pushing for the answers we needed was going to bring him immeasurable pain.
So, I combed my fingers through his hair in response and watched his aggression slowly melt away.
“I love your eyes,” I blurted then flushed red.
His brows rose in surprise before a slow smile bloomed on his face.
“You do?”
