After dinner, when they were back in the limousine, but not yet moving, he pulled her into his lap so her legs straddled him and undid his trousers, eyes hooked to hers as he freed his arousal and said, ‘Fuck me, Genevieve.’
‘Oh, God,’ she groaned, doing exactly that, easing herself over his length and crying out as he filled her so completely and his hands massaged her bottom. His mouth sought her breasts, which were at his mouth’s height, but, impatient to taste her, he pulled at the dress she wore, tearing it easily with his enormous hands, so she made a half-laughing sound of surprise.
‘I suppose I’ll have to go to dinner naked from now on.’
He grinned as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. ‘Sounds fine by me.’
* * *
But the next morning, after breakfast, she became aware of the yacht’s staff moving to and from the gangplank, and when she went to look, with natural curiosity, she saw they were carrying bags and bags, emblazoned with famous fashion labels, as well as hat boxes and shoe boxes. She whirled around to face him, shaking her head. ‘Nikos…’
‘I felt bad about the dress,’ he said, pulling her sharply against his body, so she could tell instantly that he didn’t feel a single bit bad about anything that had happened in the car the night before.
‘How bad?’ she murmured, eyes raking his.
‘Awful.’ His grin told a totally different story.
‘Care to make it up to me?’
* * *
Hours later, naked in his bed, Genevieve pushed up onto her elbow, a feeling growing inside her that she wanted to share, but was almost too nervous to voice. And yet, they’d been so intimate, and he’d taught her so much. Surely there was nothing she couldn’t ask of him.
‘What is it?’ he asked, reaching out and indolently flicking one of her nipples, so she bit her lower lip between her teeth. His eyes fell to the gesture, his eyes darkening as he moved swiftly to claim her mouth with his own, and to drag her lower lip between his teeth.
But she was shy suddenly, too shy to say the words. Instead, she pulled away and moved her body over his, kissing his chest and then moving lower, to his hips, her eyes flicking to his frequently, to see how he was reacting. Anxiety spread through her, until she couldn’t bear it. He’d kissed her most intimate places so often—several times a day, when they’d been together—he’d driven her wild with his mouth, and she’d yet to do the same to him.
And she knew why.
James’s voice had been in her mind. His criticism of her, his derision when she’d tried, had made her too shy to try again.You’re like a cold fish. This is boring.
But with Nikos, she wanted, desperately, to take him in her mouth. To feel him there and to see him lose control the way she so often did because of his ministrations.
She reached his hip bone and pressed kisses along the ridge there, her eyes flicking to his again, to see dark colour spreading across his cheeks, his expression so still, and watchful.
‘Koukla,’he said, with a small shift of his head. She bit into her lip, and his hand moved, cupping her cheek then swiping across her lip, before his thumb pushed between her lips, his eyes following the gesture. ‘You don’t have to do this.’
‘I know.’ She moved her mouth away, towards the tip of his cock. ‘I want to. It’s just… I don’t think… I don’t know what to do.’
She saw the comprehension in his eyes, the anger that swiftly followed, but he blanked it again, almost immediately. Neither of them wanted James to darken this moment. To be any kind of factor in what they shared.
‘Do whatever you want. I’m yours, Genevieve. For right now, here, I’m all completely yours.’
And she took him in her mouth with a heart that was both full and broken. Full because what they shared defied so many hopes she’d held, but also broken, by his subtle, frequent reminders that this was temporary, when she wanted, more than anything, for it to be for keeps.
* * *
Everything he’d ever thought he knew about the world split and exploded as she moved her mouth down his length, struggling at first with the size of him and then growing in confidence—and pleasure—at the way it felt to take him like this. She moved her hips with wanton need as she lifted and dropped her head until his whole body was flooded with electricity and heat was flooding his balls, threatening to burst from him.
‘Stop,’ he said, barely able to speak, the word rasped from his body.
The hurt in her eyes made him want to reach right across the ocean and slam his fist into her vile ex’s face. That he could have undermined her sexual confidence so completely was abhorrent. Far from being frigid, Genevieve was sensual and warm, and the more they were together, the more her confidence grew, so he saw now a woman who, not only sought her pleasure, but delighted in it—in taking and giving. In the back of his mind, he knew that was because of him, and that he would always be glad to have given that to her.
‘Is it—wrong?’
‘Christo, no, but I am about to come, and I do not want to do so in your mouth.’
She frowned. ‘You don’t?’
