Theseus Discovers His Heir

But his touch felt so good, somehow driving out all the angst she’d been carrying. The gentle friction increased and sensation built inside her.

‘You’re getting wet,’ she whispered, struggling to find her voice under this assault on her senses.

His eyes gleamed and dilated, and he increased the pressure a touch. ‘So are you.’

His free hand cradled her head, pulling her up to meet his mouth and begin a fresh assault with his lips.

‘You are remarkably responsive,’ he murmured, moving his mouth across her cheek and burying his face in her neck, then moving down to taste her breast, all the while keeping the pressure of his hand firm.

It was as if he knew her body better than she did—as if he knew exactly what she needed—bringing her to a peak until the pleasure exploded out of her, making her clamp her thighs around his hand and cry out as she gripped his scalp and clung to him.

He kissed her again, riding the shudders rippling through her body, murmuring words that deepened the sensations, until she felt weak and depleted and utterly dazed.

Where had that come from?

How was it possible to go from nothing to total bliss in seconds?

Theseus brought her to life, made all the atoms that created her fuse together into a bright ball of ecstasy that stopped her thinking and left her only feeling.

He kissed her one more time. ‘On your feet.’

Beyond caring that she was naked, Jo held his hand for support and stood, water and foamy bubbles dripping off her. Immediately she was enveloped in his arms and pressed against his hard chest, his fresh, deeply passionate kisses preventing her legs from falling from under her.

She knew Theseus was strong, but his lifting her out of the bath took away what little was left of her breath. When he stood her on her feet she gazed up at him in wonderment, her heart swelling as she took in the defined angles of his face and the dark, dizzying desire ringing from his eyes.

One touch and she melted like butter for him.

Was it possible that one touch and he melted for her too...?

His white shirt had become transparent with the soaking her wet body had just given it, leaving the dark hairs of his chest vivid, emphasising his deep, potent masculinity.

Theseus caught her look. ‘Do you want to take it off?’

She didn’t answer, simply flattened her hands over his pecs, delighting in the feel of him.

She worked on his buttons, tugging the shirt open and sliding the sleeves off his muscular arms, gazing greedily at his magnificent torso, the smooth olive skin, the dark hair...

‘Damn, you are so sexy,’ he muttered, breathing into her hair and pulling her close. His hands raced up and down her back, then moved lower to cup her bottom.

She believed him. She could sense it in the urgency of his words and the rapid beat of his heart reverberating in her ear.

And then she was back in his arms, with his hot mouth devouring hers, pressing her backwards to the chair in the corner of the room.

Holding her tight, he sat her down, then sank to his knees before her, unfastening the buttons and zipper of his trousers.

‘You have no idea what you do to me,’ he growled, biting gently into her neck.

Emboldened, she cupped his chin and stared into his liquid eyes. ‘It’s nothing that you don’t do to me.’

Their mouths connected again in a kiss that blew away the last of her coherence. All she could do was feel...and it all felt incredible, every touch scalding her, every kiss marking her. She was losing herself in him.

His arms tightened and pulled her to the edge of the chair, then he guided himself to her and pushed inside her with one long thrust.

She stilled in his arms, closing her eyes as she savoured the feel of him inside her, filling her. When she opened them again he was staring right at her, as if trying to peer into the innermost reaches of her mind.

Their lips came together in the lightest of touches. With his arm still around her, Theseus began to move. Hesitantly at first she moved with him, but soon the last of her inhibitions vanished and she found his rhythm, holding on to him as tightly as she could.

As the speed of his thrusts increased she clung to him, her lips still pressed to his, their breaths merging into one. Dark heat swirled and built between them, until the sensations he’d released in her such a short time ago spilled over again—yet somehow deeper and fuller—and she was crying out his name.

She managed to hold on to it, riding the climax until his hands gripped her and he thrust into her one final time.

When the shudders coursing through his great body finally subsided he enveloped her in his arms. With her face buried in his neck, his hands stroking her hair, the strong thud of his heart reverberating through him to her, the moment was as close to bliss as Jo had ever known.