“You hid it from me.”
“Too well, apparently.”
“So fix my misconceptions now…”
CHAPTER SEVEN
BUT he’d already fixed one. Phoebe didn’t have to be intimately acquainted with male anatomy to see that he was aroused.
Especially when he unzipped his pants.
Nervous, but determined to match him, she reached for the hem of her top.
“Stop,” he ordered.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
“But…”
“I will undress you for this first time. It is both my right and my privilege.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know why it mattered to him, but the concept made her feel cherished, and lent an air of specialness to what they were doing. She wasn’t about to argue with that.
This was a special moment. Not only because it was her first time, but because she was finally making love with the man she had been in love with for years.
Letting her hands fall to her sides, she watched him finish undressing. She had seen him in swim trunks before, so his perfectly sculpted muscles were no surprise, nor was the golden tone of his skin, or the curly black hair on his chest, thinning as it traveled down his stomach.
But seeing those things in this situation had a profound impact on her. Heat suffused her body, while she felt a tremble work its way from her core outward.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” she whispered,
He stopped in the act of pulling off his silk boxers and stared at her, nonplussed. “Men are not beautiful, pethi mou.”
“You are.”
He laughed a little, shook his head, and then laughed again. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
“I am glad to hear my body pleases you.”
“It always has.”
He nodded and pushed the boxers off, allowing that part of him that made him so intensely masculine to surge upward. It was big, and pulsing
ly alive. A darker color than the rest of his skin, his sex stood out proudly from his body in testament to the desire he claimed to have for her.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“My friends at university told me that the pictures of men in magazines were not representative. That the average man was not nearly so…um…happily blessed in his nether regions.”
Spiros shrugged. “This is true. Are you disappointed?”
“No…I…um…I…don’t think you are the average man.”
Once again he laughed, but this time more fully. “I do not measure myself against other men.”