She Can't Say No to the Greek Tycoon

She lifted her arms and wound them back around his neck, stroking her fingers through the dark thickness of his hair. The movement lifted her breasts even further and she heard his sharp intake of breath. ‘Maybe you should be the one surrendering to me,’ she suggested playfully.

‘I knew you were a witch, Catherine McKenzie.’ He growled the words out in a ragged tone as she turned to face him. Coolly she stood before him and unzipped her dress so that she could step out of it properly. Then she took her bra off and dropped that on the floor. All she was wearing now were the silk hold-up stockings and her high heels. For a moment she stood quite still, inviting his gaze.

His eyes ravished her body with hungry intensity. She had the most incredible figure, her breasts full and firm and her waist tiny before flaring out to the womanly curves of her hips. His gaze lingered on the triangle of gold hair between her legs before drifting down over their shapely length.

‘You like what you see … don’t you?’ Calmly she reached out, allowing her fingers to stroke over his erection and unfasten the zip of his trousers.

The size and strength of his arousal made her heart start to race with anticipation. ‘Maybe you should be the one saying please to me,’ she whispered tremulously as she knelt down in front of him and touched the tip of her tongue against him.

‘Why don’t you try it—please—Cat?’ With each word she took him into the warmth of her mouth.

Nicholas felt a piercing thrust of need; he closed his eyes against it but it was violent and insistent and the force of the intensity shook him.

She looked up at him, a secretive smile curving her lips. ‘I’m waiting for you to tell me how much you want me.’ She whispered the words and allowed her breasts to brush against him playfully.

Suddenly a red mist of need seemed to possess him. ‘I’ve got a better idea.’ He took a deep shuddering breath as he strove to take back his control. ‘Let me show you instead.’

Before she realized his intention, he caught hold of her and, scooping her up into his arms, strode through to the bedroom.

For a moment panic gripped her as her control over events vanished.

‘Nicholas, I.’

He wasn’t listening; he was undressing and then snatching back the covers of the bed to fling her down against silken sheets.

‘Nicholas!’ She stared up at him, wide-eyed, and for a moment excitement gave way to fear. Maybe she shouldn’t have teased him … maybe she should tell him that she had never done this before … maybe … maybe …

But it was too late for talking. He straddled her with a fierce determination and parted her legs with his knees.

She was pinned down and helpless. A smile curved his lips now as his hand trailed down over her, his thumbs grazing against her swollen nipples. ‘That’s better.’

Their eyes met and held. ‘Now, Catherine, I will teach you how to submit properly to me.’ He spoke in Greek and as he did so he rubbed his erection over the wet softness between her legs. His hands moved to pin her wrists to the bed and then suddenly he bent and kissed her. She expected the pressure of his lips to be fiercely demanding but by contrast it was a gently provocative kiss, almost tender in its assault on her senses. She kissed him back hungrily, opening her mouth for his tongue. He let her hands go and her arms moved to twine around his neck, so that she could pull him closer and hold him.

His hands stroked down over her body and as he pulled back to look at her she smiled at him. This felt so right.

He moved her legs further apart with his knee and then suddenly

he was inside her.

It hurt and she cried out involuntarily. She closed her eyes against the pain as he started to move and his name was just a gasp on the softness of her lips.

‘Catherine—are you all right?’ Instinctively he eased back for a moment. And, as their eyes met, she realized that despite the pain she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the full force of him—wanted him beyond reason.

‘Yes …’

He stroked his hands over her body and she squirmed with pleasure. ‘Oh, Nicholas … yes.’

Then he drove deeper into her, taking her shuddering gasps with his mouth, plundering her lips and the inner core of her mouth with brutal passion. She wanted to cry as pain turned magically to pleasure.

His hips moved against her and she writhed sensually beneath him. She wanted this feeling, this need, to go on and on for ever but it was rising insistently to a crescendo, ebbing up and up like an underground spring about to transform into a waterfall.

She sobbed his name as the release came flowing through her, sending her body into spasm after spasm of pure ecstasy.

He jerked against her as finally he allowed himself to follow. And for a while they clung together, swept away by the feeling. Cat’s head was buried against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

He pulled away slightly to look down at her.

Cat didn’t want him to say anything; she didn’t even want to think too deeply—she just wanted to luxuriate in the afterglow.