Lost in Amon

Chapter Eleven

The Lips of a God

I curled my hands around Amon's taut biceps, my fingers gripping them just tight enough to feel the powerful muscle beneath. Amon seemed hesitant. More so than I thought a god would be. I took the lead, even though he'd been the one to initiate. My soft body curled around his hard one, moulding itself to him in a way that would embarrass me if I weren't so damn desperate to touch him.

My lips were demanding against his, my tongue pressing and pushing for his attention. I sucked in small gasps of air between our rough kisses. Yet, through all my desperate need, Amon managed to keep his touch soft and loving. Warm fingers drew hot lines down my neck and back. A large hand curled into my hair, gripping the short strands at my scalp and pulling me closer.

It felt like days later when I finally unentangled myself from his body and pushed myself back, breathing ragged and lips red-raw. Amon eyed me, his own chest rising and dipping quickly in an unusual display of weakness. It took me a few seconds before everything sunk in; until what I'd done sunk in.

'We shouldn't have done that,' I whispered to him, resting my forehead against his own. He hummed in reply and pushed his lips against mine again.

I lost myself for the second time in the ocean of Amon's kisses; the way he wrapped me up and cradled me in his lap felt safe, warm, homey. I didn't want to leave.

And just like that, I suddenly felt like I was drowning.

I ripped my lips from his and pushed away, clambering until I was standing upright and looking down at him. Amon was no help, laying there with his taut golden chest heaving for air and the muscles dipping dangerously below the linen material wrapped around his waist.

'Etta.' Amon breathed a sigh and ran a hand over the small spiky hairs on his head. 'Come back.'

'I can't Amon. Don't you see? This is never going to work, and we shouldn't have done that.'

'Why does it have to work? Aren't humans supposed to be spontaneous, unpredictable? You know, mortality and all.'

'Well, sorry. I'm a disappointing human for caring about the fact that little old mortal me has feelings for an immortal god!'

Amon's face pulled into an unusual smirk and I rolled my eyes at him, lowering myself back onto the day bed but this time as far away on the right as I could get. This was usually his side, but he'd commandeered my half during our entanglement.

'You have—'

'Shut up.' I hissed the words out through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes at him.

The sun had completely dipped below the horizon and left the clear view of a million stars all shining brightly. They reflected across the water, speckled around the blinding brilliance of the waxing moon. I felt Amon's hand edge closer across the day bed inch by inch until he hooked a finger around my own little finger.

I glowered at him. His lips were red, his cheeks flushed pink. He was so...undone compared to usual. Amon was always together, so to see him with slightly ruffled feathers made a small pit of enjoyment grow in the depths of my stomach. It was a dangerous pit; one that wanted more.

'I'm sorry, Etta. I won't kiss you anymore if you didn't like it.'

'No!' My reaction was too fast. A blush heated my cheeks and I looked away, tightening my finger around his. 'I mean, I did like it. Obviously. I just...' I trailed off.

'I understand.'

We fell into a comfortable silence, just one of the many we'd had. I wonder if we spent more time silently in each other's company than we did talking. Probably. Sitting with Amon was always easy. He didn't feel the need to fill the silence with chatter. Sometimes I did, though.