“Eros,” I repeat. “Would you like to know what I see when I look at you?”
He flinches. This cold, arrogant man flinches at my question. “I suppose it’s the least I can do after everything I’ve put you through.”
Oh, Eros.
I slip my hand into his. He’s so tense, I can tell he’s fighting not to pull away from me, to retreat to something resembling a safer distance. I turn us to face the mirror next to the front door. Eros is trying to shut down his expression, but he still looks pained as I take a deep breath. “I see someone loyal.”
His hand spasms in mine. “Psyche—”
“I’m not finished.” I turn us one mirror to the right. “I see someone ambitious.”
“I don’t know if that’s really a virtue,” he mutters.
But he allows me to move us to face the next mirror. “I see someone both clever and intelligent.”
“Those are the same things.”
“They’re really not.”
He gives me a tormented look. “Why are you doing this?”
Because I love you. I swallow hard. “Because you have only been told the negative about yourself for so long, that’s all you believe. Every person contains a balance of both good and bad inside them. Even you. Especially you.”
“Psyche…” He looks down at me like he’s never seen me before. “I don’t deserve you.”
That fierce feeling inside me gets stronger. “I think we’ve established that I’m a flawed human being, the same as you.”
“No. Not the same.” He turns me to face the mirrors and steps behind me. We look good like this, even with him a little wild around the eyes and me shaking like a leaf. I never would have lined us up as a couple that fits, but our time together has more than proved me wrong.
Eros winds my hair around a fist, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
I open my mouth to make a joke, but the words die before they leave my tongue. I lick my lips. “This isn’t about me.”
“Wrong, beautiful girl. It’s always been about you.” He drags in a breath, and I can feel the fine tremors in his body where he presses against my back. Eros speaks so softly, I almost miss the words. “I see a woman I don’t deserve, but you make me want to be a better man so that one day I might deserve you. I see a goddess.”
I turn in his arms. The words I promised myself I wouldn’t say bubble up, and I do the only thing I can think of to keep them inside. I kiss him. The moment my lips touch Eros’s, it’s as if something explodes between us. He uses his hold in my hair to tilt my head back and take the kiss deeper. I will never, ever get enough of kissing Eros. He turns it into an art form, an intoxicating connection that goes straight to my head.
He breaks the kiss long enough to say, “I need you, Wife.”
“Yes.” I grab the hem of his shirt and push it up and over his head. “I need you, too.”
“You have me.” But he grabs my hands, stopping me from undoing the front of his pants. “Wait. Condom.”
That’s the smart, rational thing to consider, but I don’t want to be smart or rational right now. “I know we said we wouldn’t make this decision in the heat of the moment, but I don’t want to use a condom.” I hesitate. “Unless you want to.”
There’s that fine tremor again in his hands where they bracket my wrists. “Be sure.”
I don’t care if it’s reckless; I’m already nodding. “I don’t want anything between us. I just want you.”
He takes me at my word. Eros reclaims my mouth as he gets busy stripping me out of my underwear and bra. His pants hit the floor a mere moment later and then his naked body is against mine, the delicious slide of his skin against mine going straight to my head. I dig my hands into his curls and tug, pulling him down to the floor on top of me.
I only get to enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing me against the cool marble floor for a moment before he pushes back to kneel between my spread legs. The expression on his face… I don’t doubt for a moment that he sees me as the goddess he claims. My self-esteem is pretty healthy, but when Eros looks at me with such intensity, I feel like I could walk on water.
I want to give him the same feeling. I start to reach for him, but he gives a sharp shake of his head. “Not yet. If you touch me right now, I’m going to be inside you in the next breath.”
“Sounds like a plan.”