She came with a cry that made Kyril grip her tighter as he flexed his hips and thrust faster. Her body shook with the pounding. She could feel his legs shaking as he rammed into her over and over, his face a mask of intensity. Moments later, he followed her to his own climax.
Hannah laughed as they came down from the high, resting her forehead against his shoulder. “You were right,” she gasped, catching her breath.
“Was I?” Kyril said, sounding satisfied.
“Another swim was just what I needed.”
8
Kyril never wanted to leave the yacht.
It had been a blissful near-week, and with every hour they spent together, he could see the tension slipping away from Hannah’s shoulders. She stopped holding herself away from him. In fact, she could hardly keep her hands off him, insisting on pushing their pool loungers close together. Kyril eventually had the crew put a wide double lounger by each of the pools. More than once, he’d caught her looking at him with moonstruck eyes.
Only when she thought he wouldn’t see, naturally.
But it gave him a glowing satisfaction to think that she was falling for him again.
Kyril, for his part, only felt his affection—and his protectiveness—expanding. It seemed to grow out over the yacht, over the ocean, and he could tell that one day it would encompass the entire planet.
And all of it centered on one woman.
As Captain Stavros guided the yacht to dock at the island of Santorini, Hannah lounged on the king-sized bed in the master suite, her eyes closed.
“Are you tired?” Kyril took her hand in his. “We don’t have to go yet, if you’re tired. But I wouldn’t want you to miss your reservation.” She’d been talking about the reservation on Santorini all morning.
“No, no. Let’s go. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.” Hannah pushed herself up on one elbow, then seemed to shake off her tiredness. The marina bustled outside the window and an excited light came to her eyes. “Have you been here before?”
A spark of joy ignited at the center of his chest. “Many times. And I have something to show you.”
“Something better than a Michelin-starred restaurant?”
He laughed. “You’re going to show me this restaurant. I’ve never heard of a place like that on Santorini. My surprise does have a chef, but it’s not a restaurant.”
“So cryptic,” Hannah said, and she put her hand at the crook of his elbow.
A private car awaited them at the dock, and Hannah rode through the city with her nose practically pressed against the window. “Look at this,” she breathed. “Oh, look—”
Kyril found himself fascinated by the way she drank everything in as if she’d never see it again.
That wouldn’t be the case, if only she’d become his wife.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at his private villa. It was a whitewashed masterpiece, four stories in all, and perched on the caldera overlooking the sea.
Hannah shook her head, a smile running wild over her lips. “I’m in serious danger of repeating myself. This place is amazing.”
And to think she’d been seriously considering sharing a room with strangers. The thought made him shudder and twist at the ring on his finger.
“I hope it’ll do,” teased Kyril, keeping his tone light. “How about a bath?” He folded her in his arms. “The tub in the master suite is large enough for two.”
They had more than enough time before dinner, even if they did end up making a mess in the bathroom when much of the water splashed out. He couldn't help himself around her. This woman had become as important to him as breathing, and he simply couldn't get enough of her.
* * *
“This can’t be right,” Hannah said, for the third time. She stood on the balcony, peering down at the wrinkled papers in her hands. It was her itinerary, something apparently as precious to her as gold.
Kyril was busy admiring her dress. It was simple and black and showcased every one of her curves, including the curve of her bump. But he didn’t like the look of concern on her face.
“What is it?” He wrapped one arm around her and looked down at the itinerary.