“Why all this?” she said, gesturing at the table.
“It’s just a meal.”
“A good one. Thank you.” She glanced over at his half-eaten dish. “How’s your steak?”
“Try it.” He cut a bite size and lifted it to her mouth.
Amaya parted her lips, the irony of him putting some meat inside her not lost on her. She swallowed the seasoned beef, and when her eyes found his, a wave of heat deluged her from top to bottom. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Looking for a position to make her simmering lust less achy.
“How is it?” he asked.
“Tender. Delicious.”
He scooted closer on the booth. “Words you live up to, agapi mou.”
She caught a whiff of his manly scent and exhaled. Tingles of awareness swirled inside her breasts, a heady sensation making her tilt her head toward him. “Do you want to eat mine?” She carefully enunciated every word. Heat moved across her cheeks, but she held his gaze. Her throat felt dry and thick, and she shuffled on her seat as if she had somewhere to go. How long would he make her wait?
A positively dangerous smile formed on his lips, and for a second she thought she’d faint. What the hell? Get it together, girl. You’re not thirteen and on your first date. The air thickened between them, his face a breath from hers.
“There’s nothing I want more,” he said, capturing her lips with his in a devastating kiss. She plastered her hands on his chest, touching his hard body, and opened her mouth to give him complete access.
He took it, stroking his tongue with hers in a maddening rhythm. She lifted her hands to his collar, pulling him to her as if there was another way he’d be an inch closer. He dropped his hands to her sides, his fingers making a tantalizing pattern on her, only to clasp around her, offering her support and a sweet, sweet agony.
She leaned into him, egging him on, and linked her hands around his neck. Her entire body burned for him, for his touch, his kiss. He nipped her upper lip, the provocation driving her over the edge. Her clit swelled, the bud searing, craving more.
Someone cleared his throat, and when she opened her eyes, she found the waiter flushing in front of them. Quickly, she disengaged from Theo, who blinked a couple of times himself. He turned to the waiter, who said something in Greek.
Theo responded. Then the man nodded and sauntered out of sight.
“What did he say?” she asked, making herself a mental note to use the app she’d downloaded to help her translate Greek. Though by the surprise in that man’s face, she could imagine their display of, er, affection, had gone over what was socially acceptable.
Theo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Specks of gold glowed in his eyes, and his lips curled at the corner. “He asked me if we wanted to order dessert.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him we’re finishing at home. I want to fuck you so hard, my sweet Amaya. I can’t wait anymore. I should, but I can’t.”
“Neither can I.” A swarm of butterflies cartwheeled in her stomach. Her whole life, her sexual life had been like a silent black-and-white movie, and the boredom and contempt became her allies. She hadn’t cared much about missing out. Until she met Theo. He’d brought sounds, colors, and who knew what else he’d show her.
She chewed her lower lip, suppressing the moan forming in her throat. From now on, she’d live life brighter. Louder. And she had Theo to thank for it.
Chapter Six
Theo opened the door to his room, gesturing for her to go inside. Chewing her bottom lip, she sauntered into his domain, and he followed the teasing sway of her ass.
He’d regretted driving her himself to the restaurant because, during the way home, he’d had to keep his attention on the road and not on her delectable body. Need arrowed down his core, followed by a rush of adrenaline pumping into his bloodstream.
Fuck, he’d have had her in the limo if he’d brought Linus. Maybe that had been a blessing in disguise. He hadn’t waited years to bed a woman again only to devour a virgin in the back of the limo. Amaya deserved more than that. His heart skipped a beat. She deserved a hell of a lot more than he could give her, but this wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Focus on what you can give her right now.
He flicked on a standing lamp, ensuring enough light filled the place so he could appreciate her curves. Groaning, he contemplated the rise and fall of her breasts with each shallow breath. Then he lowered his gaze down her waist and full hips. “Take it off.”
She touched the hems at the sides, then hesitated. “It’s not fair. If I remove my dress, I’m fully naked and you’re not.”
Blood raced to the tip of his cock so fast, he almost lost his balance. His heart thumped the words in staccato. Fully. Naked. Did she know what she was in for when she got dressed and went commando? “Pretty bold for a virgin.” Even a bought one, he added inwardly. Damn it, being cynical wouldn’t get him anywhere.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, the motion causing her dress to crease some lines around her body, hugging her tighter. He’d ordered the wrong size from the store, but he wasn’t sorry for it. A flush of desire coursed through him. Not sorry at all.
“I didn’t want any lines,” she said. “Are you complaining?”
