She Can't Say No to the Greek Tycoon

She felt protective, possessive and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.

‘Costas …’ She needed to tell him, make him understand how she felt. This was so momentous, so extraordinary.

Then he was kissing her, plundering her mouth with a raw hunger that sent fire shimmering through her veins, urgency pounding in her brain.

It took all her strength to break their kiss and draw back. He lay below her, dark eyes fixed on her, his massive chest heaving. As desperate, as wanting as she was.

Sophie reached down to slide her fingers round him. Her eyes widened as she realised just how well-endowed he was. He’d felt stupendous before, but now.

His hiss of indrawn breath was loud in the stillness. ‘Don’t, Sophie!’

The power she felt was exciting. She was heady with it. He throbbed in her hands and something clenched deep inside her. The sight of Costas, obviously at the edge of his control, was intoxicating.

‘Why? Don’t you like it?’

For answer his hands cupped her bottom and he pulled her closer, until all thought of games fled her mind and there was only need. His hands were urgent, his body thrust against her and she sighed at how good he felt.

‘Do it!’ he growled, his voice hoarse. ‘Now!’ He lifted her up, urging her against him.

For a moment she strained, poised above him, delighting in the sensation of him watching her with hooded eyes, knowing he was as excited by the sight and feel of her as she was by him.

And then she couldn’t wait any longer. She sank down slowly. Deep inside she felt him. Tighter, fuller, impossibly more than even the last time.

‘Costas?’ Her voice trembled with doubt.

‘Sh, Sophie mou. It’s all right,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll make it all right.’

And he did. His hands swept over her, came up to cup her breasts, squeezing gently in a way that loosened every tensing muscle in her body. And from beneath her he pushed up steadily, deliberately, creating waves of erotic sensation that swamped her senses.

His rhythm increased and automatically she matched it, rising and falling against him in a quickening pace that pounded relentlessly in her blood. She felt the muscle-packed strength of him beneath her, surging into her. The callus-hard caress of his hands on her. The sound of his breathing, as laboured as her own. And his eyes. She felt their heat on her as she moved above him.

She felt like a queen. Powerful, commanding. She felt …

Her breath snagged as the su

rge of sensation caught her suddenly, overpoweringly. Each movement was exquisite torture, pushing her higher and closer. She grabbed for Costas, her hands grasping his wrists as he held her breasts. He bucked up harder against her, the heavy weight of his thighs pure power against her legs.

And then she exploded. Reality came apart in one shattering, shuddering moment that rolled on and on, prolonged by the insistent rhythm of his body.

When at last the sensations eased he pulled her down hard against him, expelling her breath with his force.

She lay over him, his heart throbbing beneath her, his hot breath riffling her hair, his body so powerfully alive beneath her, within her. The smoky musk aroma of aroused male filled her nostrils. His arms wrapped tight round her as if he’d never let her go. Even when she felt his tempo increase to fever pitch, he held her close. He pulsed, warm and throbbing within her, exciting her with a primitive satisfaction.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the tension spiralled in her again, drawing her with him into a shared experience of fulfilment.

They were so close they were one. His climax was hers. His body belonged to her. He was hers.

She loved him, she realised.

She loved Costas Vassilis Palamidis. The arrogant, caring, tender, proud man who’d taken over her life in every way. Should she feel shock? Disbelief?

Drowsily Sophie smiled, delighting in the feel of his hot, silky skin against her lips. She didn’t feel anything right now except a sense of rightness.

Bliss.

Sophie half opened her eyes and protested. Costas still held her close, his heart beating steadily beneath her, his arms holding her. She wanted to snuggle in against him, stay like this forever, but something had changed.

She had it now, the steady rhythm that lulled her, kept her in a lazy haze of well-being. It was the feel of him striding, cradling her in his arms.