Finding Cupid

Chapter 14

POV: Alice

"Holy shit," I murmured, touching a finger to my swollen lips. Eros stared back at me as we panted in unison, our eyes wild and wide at the sudden moment we shared. We had only kissed for a few minutes, but it had sparked something in us that led to fingers intertwined and cheeks flushed with alcohol and excitement. "That was..."

"No words?" He chuckled, but there was none of his usual mockery. Instead, his eyes were fixed on my lips and his pupils had nearly taken over his irises and I didn't think Eros could get any more attractive to me but every time I looked at him I was proved wrong. I nodded slowly, and Eros's eyes left my lips and trailed down my body. "Yeah, same here."

"Have you... have you had enough of staying away yet?" I asked tentatively, afraid of the answer. But his lips quirked upwards and he muttered an affirmative answer, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine again. Our lips met and We Are The In Crowd's song "Come Back Home" played through the speakers but I could hardly hear it. I tangled my fingers into Eros's hair and his hands roamed my body, sliding from my waist to my hips to my lower back, where he dug his palms into my skin and pushed me into him like I was a Band-Aid being used to cover a wound that would not stop bleeding. His lips pulled slightly away from mine only to reposition themselves at the curve where my jaw met my ear and he sucked lightly on the skin just under my earlobe. I gasped from the feeling, my eyes fluttering open only to flutter closed again, and curled my fingers into his curls even tighter. Wanting to feel his lips on mine again, I tugged on the strands between my fingers like a puppeteer and pulled him back to me. Eros smiled against my lips, and I giggled against him. I began to sway to the music, kissing him like he was oxygen and I was dying - and maybe I was, because I had never felt so on fire. Burning seemed like a miserable way to go from the outside, but if death by fire felt anything like what I was feeling, I would happily go down in flames.

Somehow, Eros and I had made our way back to my apartment, completely forgetting about Addy because when he was touching me I could not seem to remember anything. He cupped his hands under my butt and lifted me so my legs were wrapped around him and I was pressed up against the wall in my room. The lights were off - I had tried to put them on, but I could hardly find myself enough to find the light switch - and the cool night air sifted in through the open window. Eros pressed kisses to my collarbone and I moaned lightly from the feeling. God, I was dying. Somewhere along the way, his shirt had come off and he was just in dark-wash jeans - Eros was the definition of sexy and I thought I might melt, but I could not bring myself to care. No other guy had ever made me feel like this from just kisses - maybe it was the arrow, but I had a suspicion that it was the chemistry between us that neither of us could deny. I had not wanted to kiss him so badly when I was first shot by him, but I still did not understand how the arrow worked - even so, I refused to believe that I was being tricked into having feelings for Eros.

Eros pushed the shoulder of my dress to the side and pressed his lips along my shoulder. His teeth nipped at my skin, the sharp pinches feeling more pleasurable than I would have thought possible. God, I'm dying, I briefly thought before completely forgetting how to think and letting my mind go blank. All I could experience was his lips on my skin and the feeling of him against me I dig my fingers into his back. Eros's lips trailed to my breast and his fingers fumbled at the zipper at the back of my dress. He yanked the damn thing down and my dress slid off of my shoulders and down my body like a waterfall. He kept me pressed up against the wall so that my whole top half was naked but the bottom half of me was covered by my dress, and I could have screamed right there because the feel of his lips made me weak all over.

"Eros," I moaned. He pulled away from me and looked me in the eye, his piercing aquamarine irises boring into me. It was like Eros could read me, like I was a book he had read over and over and could recite from memory.

"Is this too fast for you?" He was panting heavier than I was, his labored breaths blowing in my face as he gently lowered me back to the ground.

"No, not at all," I reassured him, shimmying out of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. I stepped out from the ring of silvery fabric and led him over to the bed. "I'm just so glad you've finally come around."

Sometimes, a wave of confidence came over me and let me act like I had always wanted to without being embarrassed. This wave overtook me and I boldly trailed my lips down his chiseled abs, my fingers nimbly undoing the button to his jeans. His Calvin Klein briefs were quick to go as well, and I inhaled deeply before taking him. Eros's eyes just about popped out of his head, his fingers burying themselves in my hair as I worked on him. He let out a moan, which only encouraged me to work harder. My jaw was just starting to ache when he came, biting on his lip as he made a deep guttural sound that only made him seem more magnetic to me.

"Oh, God, Alice... I don't even... I can't-" He looked around nervously for a tissue, but I just smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen. "Are you... okay?"

"Eros," I laughed softly. He ran his fingers through my hair, working out the tangles like he was trying to soothe me. "I'm fine. I'm not porcelain."

"That was amazing," he panted, his face glimmering with a light layer of sweat. "I'm... in awe right now... I mean, how did you... get so good?"

I laughed again, not answering him. He helped me to my feet and pressed his lips to my forehead. From there, they travelled down my cheek until they curved and met my lips. He was softer this time, gentler, and I felt my knees go weak. He gently lowered me to the bed, his hand cradling the small of my back the entire time. Eros was so gentle, his fingers pressing into my skin just lightly enough to feel like a butterfly had landed on me.

"I should return the favor," he whispered, his voice low and husky. He trailed his fingers down my belly and did something magical that had me breathless. I gripped the sheets. "But, God, Alice, I don't think I can wait much longer," he groaned. I bit back a moan.

"Don't wait, Eros. Oh my God, don't wait."