His fingers curled gently in her damp hair.
“God, you don’t know how much I want you. I’ve wanted to touch you from the moment you slammed the door in my face,” he confessed with a low groan.
She laughed, her warm breath so close it caressed his throbbing cock.
“You weren’t what I was expecting when Harvey and Jim made their proposal.”
“Damn, Kiki,” he moaned when she wrapped her mouth around him. “Every time I think I have you figured out, you do something that completely undoes me.”
Her laughter wrapped around him. If she didn’t stop, he’d come like a schoolboy in her mouth. That was not how he wanted their first time together to be. He pulled his hips back, pulling his shaft from her lips. She looked up at him with a pouting expression.
She had a mischievous gleam in her eyes as he pulled her up against the length of his body. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss that warned her two could play this game. If she wanted to be tortured, he could think of a thousand and one ways to make her scream.
A breathless sigh left her as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, memorizing every inch before he pulled her against him.
He didn’t rush.
He caressed her slowly—each touch of his fingers and lips a sacred offering.
By the time he carried her back to the bed and laid her back against the pillows, she was writhing in abandonment. The sheets tangled around them like vines, her skin warm against his, her eyes never leaving his as he continued his attack on her senses.
Her fingertips traced the lines of the scar on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed her palm, then the inside of her wrist, before moving to the curve of her neck, each touch of his lips a vow.
You’re safe. You’re wanted. You’re not alone.
His body moved over hers with the grace of a tiger. The pressure was building to the point he was forced to close his eyes andbreathe deeply to keep a meager measure of control. When the tip of his cock brushed the junction where her soft curls were, a shaft of pleasure so intense it was more of a physical pain, caused his breath to hitch.
She parted her legs, sliding her silky thighs upward against his, she pressed down on his cock.
“Now, Nikos, please,” she begged.
He pressed his hips forward, slowly sinking into her. She was so damn tight that a light film of sweat broke out over his body. He didn’t want to hurt her.
She slid her hands down along his side, scraping her short nails along his buttocks. Their eyes locked as he pushed forward. Her smooth heat wrapped around the bulbous tip of his cock as he impaled her. His arms tightened around her when he felt a slight resistance.
“Kiki?” he hissed in shock, his eyes widening with disbelief when he felt the barrier.
“Now, Nikos. Set me free,” she murmured, pulling his head down to her.
He swallowed her gasp as he buried himself fully. He held still, releasing her lips and pressing his forehead against hers.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
Kiki nodded, her fingers trailing down his back, pulling him closer.
“Don’t you dare stop, this feels amazing,” she moaned.
“It only gets better,” he promised with a low chuckle.
“Hot damn!”
Those two words broke the dam of his restraint. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as ancient as time itself. Nikos was on sensory overload. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was attuned to one person—Kiki.
It wasn’t just their physical connection that was short-circuiting him. It was also an emotional one. He knew he was falling in love with her, but this was on an entirely new level. She was his—and he would do everything within his power to make sure he kept her safe.
Kiki’s whimpers increased as her body began to shake. She came apart in his arms, crying out his name, and clutching him. He felt her orgasm to the center of his soul. It wasn’t only her arms that clung to him. Her body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, stroking his cock until he swore there was no him or her, only them.
The tingling exploded through his body, ricocheting to the tips of his nerve endings. His balls drew up tight before he came in a flood of powerful jets, washing her womb with his hot seed.
