It sounded shockingly like a plea and she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the promise of carnal pleasure. This, between them, was more profound, more intense than anything she’d experienced.
He bent to suck at her breast and her head arched back in rapture, fiery trails of sensation coursing through her.
Clamping his head to her breast she reached down between them, fumbling with his belt. As magnificent as this was, she needed more. She needed everything.
More Greek words, this time a growl, and suddenly she was at arm’s length from him, gasping at the interruption.
‘Take your dress off.’
She blinked up at him, trying to decipher his words. His accent was suddenly so pronounced it took a second to realise he spoke in English. Or maybe it was the rush of blood in her head, affecting her hearing.
He was already stripping off his shoes and socks as she kicked off her sandals, undid the zip and pushed the dress to the floor.
The sight of Fotis in that moment was something she’d never forget, even if she lived to be a hundred.
Hair tousled, bare feet planted wide, hands frozen in the act of yanking his belt undone, his chest heaved mightily as if he struggled to drag air into that spectacular body. But it was his eyes above all that entranced her. Eyes that glittered with a sharp possessive hunger mixed with something like awe.
She knew the feeling. She’d never seen a man so stunningly beautiful. Never wanted the way she wanted him. Never felt desire so untamed it felt primal.
For a second Rosamund shivered as something like fear coursed through her.
But she’d spent her adult life being cautious. She wanted, needed just this once, to follow her instinct. To forget responsibility and expectations and justbe.
Holding his gaze, she hooked her fingers into her underwear, dragging the lace and damp silk down to drop onto the floor.
Fotis swallowed, the movement jerky as his eyes ate her up. Then with a few quick movements, the last of his clothes hit the floor and he stepped free of them.
She’d been so right. The man was stunning. Every line and dip, every muscled curve and hard plane impressive. So impressive she felt a quiver of nerves at the thought of accommodating his rampant erection.
Nerves and anticipation. Her fingers flexed. She wanted to explore, touch and taste and discover all his secrets.
He leaned across and yanked open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, withdrawing a box of condoms. She took a half-step forward, about to offer to help, when he shook his head. ‘On the bed,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘Please.’
He looked as strung out as she felt, and she wondered if he too felt on the edge of climax.
Just from watching him undress, and the feel of his mouth at her breast!
She wobbled her way to the bed then climbed up to lie on her back, watching as he stroked on the condom. Each movement of his hand felt like a phantom caress between her thighs. She twitched, shifting her weight and opening her legs, needing his body against hers,inhers as she’d never needed any man.
His gaze caressed her body and she felt it as surely as she’d felt his hands on her waist, hips and breasts. She licked her lips and willed herself not to beg.
A couple of strides and he was at the base of the bed, but instead of following her onto it, he reached for her ankles and tugged her sharply down its length. The move was so abrupt he was kneeling on the floor between her knees before she registered him moving. Another tug and her buttocks settled on the edge of the bed. She wriggled her hips to bring herself closer to all that glorious heat and hardness.
‘Rosa.’
The diminutive startled her, but it sounded so right in that harsh sandpaper voice. Something behind her ribs loosened abruptly. As if a pinched nerve suddenly eased, leaving her limp and basking in unfamiliar approval.
Instinctively she reached for him and he captured her hands, pressing kisses to first one palm then the other, ratcheting up her eagerness. That loosening intensified as tenderness welled.
Fotis released her, but instead of easing his tall frame above hers, he sank low, pushing her thighs wide with his shoulders, his breath hot against her most private place.
She was already shaking her head. ‘No, Fotis. I’m too close.’
‘Good. I want to taste you as you come.’
The words sent her arousal skyrocketing and that was before he nuzzled her. Unerringly he found her pleasure point with a slow lick that made her arch off the bed.
‘But I want—’
