Page 28 of Pandora's Pain
“Alex.” My voice caressed the darkness. Not a hint of moonlight shone through the thick curtains.
“What?” His voice wasn’t nearly as delicate and sweet as mine.
It’s speculative. Assessing. Untrusting. Just as it should have been.
“Would you help me with something if I—neededit?” I pushed so much hidden meaning into that word that I knew he had to know.
He had to, right?
Silence settled in between us before he finally spoke again. “Needed what?”
My eyes rolled in the darkness. Men.
“Will you… come sleep with me?” My voice was careful, poised, and honestly… too breathy.
I couldn’t seem to find my breath for what I was asking.
“Why?” His question surprised me.
Perhaps the god was a little smarter than I gave him credit for. This was harder than I thought it was going to be.
I let my mind wander. I let it drift to show him what Ineeded.
Once again, the way Ashton held me against him skimmed through my mind. I let my thoughts stray to what he felt like between my legs. My thighs shifted as I considered what he would have felt like hard. I wondered if I could feel a tongue ring against my--
“Would you fucking stop? It’s not a guaranteed get off. There’s a reason some guys need the extra equipment to get shit done. Most don't need shiny accessories to fuck a woman.”
Alex’s angry rant went right where I’d hoped it would. He fell right into my trap.
My reply was premeditated. “Do you?”
A strangled sound left him. It was a mixed sound of a coughing and a choking.
Did I just kill my guide?
“No. I don’t.”
“Anyone can say that. It’s easy to judge when you don’t have the balls to prove it, Alex.”
His steps stormed through the room, shaking the small lamp next to my bed.
“Stop fucking with my head.” His demanding voice was so close, I could feel his breath on my neck. It kissed my skin and sent a tingle all through me.
“Stop fucking with my life then,” I hissed back.
We were both playing games. Trying to push each other to see who would fall.
My heart hammered hard in my chest. It was going to be Alex.
I leaned forward and slammed my mouth against his. A tingling feeling spread all through me the moment our lips touched. I rose to my knees, my palms settling on the smooth span of his shoulders. For several seconds he was still beneath my touch. Then his head tilted, and his tongue parted my lips, tasting me slowly.
With hesitation his big palms skimmed down my ribcage before pushing low on the small of my back. Not a breath of space separated my body from his as he pushed my hips against his hard body.
I’d like to believe I started this to find the upper hand. To manipulate him. To gain control over my spiraling life. But suddenly I wasn’t so sure.
“Pandora,” His words are rasping, spoken on a heavy breath that fanned against my swollen lips. I was faintly aware that he said my full name for once. It caused a strangely intimate feeling within me. “You know, I’m not a fucking idiot.” His tone was nothing more than a rumbling growl, but his anger didn’t stop him from kissing me slowly once more.
“Of course not,” I said with a bit too much mocking enthusiasm.
