His lips part, but his eyes don’t slide away from the god. Those eyes are so blue, so very blue, and goosebumps erupt all over my arms and legs.
I put a hand to his shoulder, whispering his name, then I move it to his heart. He doesn’t react, doesn’t seem to see me, and so I lean in and put my lips to his.
Our mouths brush together, parted and breathy, and for a moment, I think it hasn’t worked, that I haven’t broken him free of whatever trance he’s in . . . but then I feel his firm lips move the slightest bit under mine. His tongue flicks cautiously against the crease in my lower lip.
I seize the movement, kissing him back hard enough that he groans and slides his fingers through my hair. He takes command of the kiss in that expert way of his, and the kiss goes from hesitant to sed
