She Can't Say No to the Greek Tycoon

No, stopping here wasn’t a bad idea at all.

Sophie caught her breath on a sigh of abandonment. Of raw pleasure.

Why did Costas’ touch excite her so? The feel of his gaze on her? The awareness that they were alone, naked and wanting?

She’d felt desire before. Had some limited experience of it before Costas Palamidis had erupted into her life.

She thought she’d known.

Sophie shook her head. She’d known nothing.

She swallowed a moan of pure pleasure as his big hands swiped low over her body, pulling her close to his flagrant, heavy erection. The sensation was exquisite.

It seemed only a few minutes ago that they’d had each other, consumed by a need so long repressed it had been combustible.

Yet already he wanted her again. As she did him.

Surely now he recognised it too—the remarkable rightness of them together. It was physical desire but it was so much more too. She felt it deep in her very soul.

Something wonderful had happened between them.

Despite the tension drawing heavily at every muscle, her mouth curved up in a smile that grazed the damp skin of his chest. She tasted the salty tang of him on her lips.

There was something heady, something exciting, about having all that raw male power, all that potent energy focused on her. She could get used to—

‘Sophie.’ His voice was a throaty rumble in her ear as he bent to press his lips to her neck, feather-light kisses up past her jawbone. The tug of his teeth against her ear lobe had her knees buckling and it was only his arms wrapped round her, the strength of him supporting her, that stopped her from falling.

And then she was falling. Gently tugged off balance, to tumble forward and land sprawled against him as he lay back on the grass. Her heart raced as she recognised the scent of desire in the air. Her breasts were crushed against his massive chest so she felt the rapid thump of his heart beating time with hers. His hands slid over her, fast, restless, hungry.

And Sophie knew the hunger that had woken in her at the sight of him emerging from the sea hadn’t been assuaged at all. The yearning for completion, for fulfilment was far stronger now than before.

Then she hadn’t known how it could be. Now she did and she craved it with every cell in her body. That sense of sharing, of bonding, had been so complete it was pure ecstasy.

‘Kiss me,’ he demanded, dragging her up the length of him. His glorious, hard, aroused body lay beneath her. The friction of flesh against flesh, of teasing body hair against smooth skin, made her gasp. And when he pulled her head down to his, it was for an erotic kiss, tongue laving tongue.

He tasted like every dream come true. Potent and strong and sensuously, darkly sweet. Sophie cupped his face in her hands, loving the slightly abrasive temptation of his jaw, the hint of a tremor in his hard hands as she kissed him back.

‘Yes!’ The single sibilant word hissed in her ear as she moved to kiss his chin, his cheek, nuzzle his neck, nip at the sensitive flesh of his ear.

Costas’ hands slid down, shaping the indent of her waist, slowing at the curve of her hips, grasping her bottom and pulling her against him, hard and blatant in his need for her. Against her ear he whispered a stream of Greek, of words she barely registered. But she understood enough to know he was describing her power over him, his need for her, and exactly what he wanted to do with her.

His voice was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard, urging her on as his hands tightened on her hips, his thighs nudged hers wider, till she felt soft meadow grass beneath her knees. And at the centre of her was him.

He waited. Let her choose her own pace. Only his deep voice, throbbing low and sensuous in her ear, his hands clamped possessively on her hips, told her of the urgency of his need. And the feel of him, hot and hard beneath her.

She levered herself up with her hands on the ground near his shoulders. She gasped as he took her breasts in his hands, petting them gently, then not gently at all, till she cried out at the exquisite delight that shuddered through her, so close to yet so different to pain.

And then he was suckling her. He made her squirm against him, her head thrown back so she could gulp down shuddering breaths of meadow-scented air.

‘I can’t get enough of you, Sophie,’ he murmured against her breast. ‘Never enough. You make me burn like I’ve never burned before.’

She looked down at his dark sculpted face, strong even in the deep shadows. Saw him take her nipple in his mouth, felt the sweet pang of delight spear through her, and felt the trembling begin in every part of her body.

It was the sight of him. The feel of him. But more, there was something else, some powerful connection that drew her to him, linked her invisibly but inexorably to him. That met his need with answering need, desire with desire. And melted the brittle barrier of icy grief around her heart.

Emotion swelled within her. She wanted to cradle him, hold him, pleasure him.

Love him.