She tilted her pelvis, pushing against him as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her core. She bit her bottom lip, eyelids lowering as she ground against his touch.
Her hand tightened as she tested his length, almost sending him over the edge.
He lifted his other hand to her breast, cupping it through the thin fabric. She moaned softly as he pinched her nipple and rubbed it between thumb and forefinger.
She scrabbled to lift her skirt, shifting forward until his erection nudged her underwear. Fotis dragged the lace barrier aside, felt her sink, just a centimetre till he was notched at her entrance.
‘Ready?’ Her wetness and the light tang of feminine arousal in the air told him she was. But he was far past the point of patient seduction and wanted her primed to accommodate him. He didn’t want to hurt her.
‘Ready?’ She shook her head as she covered his hand with hers, pressing it hard against her breast as she circled her hips, tantalising him with the promise of what was to come. ‘I’ve been ready since before you unzipped your jeans. What are you waiting for?’
‘Well, if you’re sure…’ He slid his hand from beneath hers, her groan of regret turning to a sigh of anticipation as he shoved both hands under her skirt. He clamped her hips and, holding her stare, yanked her down as he thrust high off the ground.
Heaven had another name. Rosa.
Slick, tight muscles. Velvety heat that clutched at him as he pushed deep, impossibly deep, until he was embedded and there was no space between them.
Sharp pain sliced his chest as he forgot to breathe, but it was a small price to pay for the euphoria of their joining.
Her breasts rose on a jerky breath. ‘Okay?’ he croaked, unsure if pleasure or pain drew her features tight.
Until she nodded, gasping, ‘You don’t know how okay.’
She leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. The changed angle slid him even further in, if that were possible. It felt so incredible,shefelt so incredible, he couldn’t trust his senses. Surely nothing had ever been this perfect?
Still gripping her hips, Fotis lifted her just a little, circling his hips, watching her expression change from taut to shocked pleasure. Again he pulled her down hard as he thrust, setting off detonations of piercing pleasure.
Their gasps mingled before being swept away in the sea breeze.
‘More,’ she demanded, lifting her hips.
Fotis revelled in his demanding lover, so eager for everything he could give her. Then thoughts spiralled away as he leaned up and drew her nipple into his mouth through the fine fabric and lust took over.
Jerking his hips higher, he slammed her down to meet him, senses overloading at the sheer perfection of them together. He sucked at her breast as she rotated her pelvis and threw them both off the pinnacle into bliss.
Fire engulfed him. Planets collided and splintered. Through it all he held Rosa tight, riding the shock waves, hearing her whimpers of pleasure.
Ages later when it was over, he lifted shaky hands to pull her down to collapse onto his chest. He felt her heart hammering, her breath steamy against his chest where his shirt had torn open. Her hair tickled his skin.
She was a dead weight, all that softness pressed against him. The air smelled of sex, the sea, and the cinnamon-vanilla scent of the only woman to undo him completely.
He’d never felt so…happy.
For the first time since adulthood he didn’t question the rare sensation or try to analyse it. He just tightened his arms about her and let himself drift in a haze of well-being.
CHAPTER TWELVE
‘WHAT WAS THEfavour Leon agreed to do for you, Fotis?’ Rosamund fixed her earring and looked at his reflection in the mirror of the vast en suite bathroom.
The man looked utterly scrumptious in a dark suit and crisp, white shirt. She was astounded she resisted the urge to drag him back to bed. But then, she acknowledged ruefully, her legs were still wobbly from his early afternoon lovemaking and her body felt warm and heavy from satiation. She probably didn’t have the energy to tug him to bed.
Though the glint of approval in his eyes as he met her gaze made her wonder.
‘He’s backing a range of initiatives, including an updated international convention, to strengthen protection for children worldwide.’
‘That sounds like something he’d do anyway.’ She mightn’t be close to Leon but he was a decent man. Anything to support vulnerable children would interest him.
Fotis nodded, his brow drawing down as he put on cuff-links. Because he was concentrating, or because of something else? He looked suddenly sombre.
