Free What a Goddess Wants by Stephanie Julian

breaking out of Aitás?
    He’d had an idea earlier tonight, one he’d let sit in the back of his brain to simmer. It was risky and might actually put her closer to the bastard who was searching for her. And it would require a major sacrifice on his part but—
    “You’re thinking again.”
    He caught her gaze, those bright blue eyes giving him a glimpse of the sky as he’d never see it. She’d already given him a taste of a warmth he’d never thought he’d feel again, and his addiction to it grew every time he touched her.
    He shouldn’t touch her. Hadn’t meant to, but his body had acted without checking with his brain. He rose to his feet and walked to the bed, staring down at her as she smiled up at him.
    And when she reached for him, that was all it took to break his control.
    He fell on her as if he’d been starved without her, his mouth slanting over hers and grinding down to force her to open to him. She did so without hesitation, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He was rough with her, but instinct had taken over and he couldn’t stop.
    His tongue wound around hers while his hands stripped her clothes from her body. Sun-kissed flesh, sleek and soft under his hands.
    Her arms wrapped around him, and her fingers dug into his back through his shirt. He felt her moan, felt her hot breath seep into his mouth. It acted like a shot of adrenaline straight into his heart. Lust exploded in his gut, potent and powerful.
    He needed to feel her hands on his skin.
    Sitting back on his haunches long enough to rip his shirt over his head, he dropped back onto her, her breasts smashed to his chest, nipples digging into his skin like tiny branding irons. He wanted to crawl inside all that heat and let it burn him to ash.
    He dropped his mouth on hers again and took that heat into him as her hands splayed on his back and began to explore his skin. They moved from his neck to his shoulders, smoothing along the muscle and then down his spine to his pants. She traced the waistband, raising goose bumps on his flesh and making his already hard cock throb.
    She grazed along his waist twice before she slipped her hand under the fabric and scraped at his skin with her nails. His groan made her entire body quiver under his, and her hands shot around to the front for the button.
    She squirmed and wiggled, but she couldn’t release the button because he was pressed too tightly against her.
    The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back with Tessa sitting on his thighs and one hand slipping the button through the hole.
    She’d flipped him as if he didn’t weigh a hundred pounds more than she did.
    Gods damn, that really shouldn’t turn him on as hard as it did. He shouldn’t want her to smile at him like that, so sweet and hot that his lungs had to fight to suck in air.
    Dangerous. Too damn dangerous to his peace of mind.
    He shouldn’t want to touch her so badly that his hands shook as he cupped her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and playing with the nipples until they pebbled and turned rock hard. And oh so fucking warm.
    God, her heat…
    She reached for his zipper and began to release it tooth by tooth, her eyes glued to the sight.
    With each audible snick, he gritted his teeth in brutal frustration. He felt every small release of metal against the sensitive skin of his shaft. It was torture, more punishing than having his nails torn from his fingers because the promise of the pleasure to come was killing him.
    When she’d finally lowered the zipper all the way, she leaned forward. His mouth dried as he expected her kiss, but she bypassed his lips and whispered into his ear. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go, Cal.” Her voice became a husky growl. “It’s your turn to squirm.”
    Oh, fuck. He was ready to come just from the sound of her voice.
    He did exactly as she told him without thought, so completely caught up by the desire in her eyes and the heat of her hands as they gripped his pants and boxers and