Hera touched his cheeks with her hands, a small smile playing on her lips. "I want you too, Bryce. I want to make love with you too," she answered, leaving him speechless and at a loss for words.
As she stared back at those eyes that were fixed on her face, she couldn't muster a single regret or mortification about her decision. Bryce knew that she was vulnerable at that point and had all the time in the world to take advantage of her, but still, he didn't. Normally, when a woman goes out of her way to say such words to him, it makes it easier for him to jump at the opportunity and do whatever he wanted without a single care in the world, but he didn't. Instead, he was waiting.
That was the only thing it took for his eyes to become crystal clear. Max was right all along. He had always loved this woman and wanted to be more than friends with her. This was the very first time he wanted something more than what he usually had. He knew that for a fact because he had met different women all his life. He had slept with a lot of them too, but nothing would compare to this very moment.
Bryce stood up from the couch and graciously lifted her into his arms as though she weighed nothing. "Hey, put me down, what are you doing? I'm going to fall, Bryce," Hera gasped out, startled at his sudden move.
He would've laughed it off if he wasn't so sexually tense. Did she think that he would drop her? It sounded as hilarious as he had heard it. "Relax, Hera, you weigh no more than the hairs on my head."
She wanted to protest that statement, but he stopped whatever she wanted to say when he kissed her. He delved in, mating with her tongue. She forgot everything she wanted to say and then, her back touched the bed. It took her a few minutes to realize that she wasn't on her side of the bedroom; this was his side. His scent was everywhere, so it was quite hard to miss.
Bryce kissed her full on the lips. His mouth hardened, became hot and determined, compelling her to respond to him, urging her on. Tongues of fire raced along her skin. Every nerve ending came alive. Her blood boiled with need that she couldn't understand. Her body craved, ached, until her arms crept around his neck and her body came in close contact with his.
Hera could feel the coolness of the sheets against her back as he pressed her into the mattress. He unbuttoned her pajamas top, swept it away without a care in the world, and it dropped carelessly on the floor.