Bought Greek's Bride

If only she knew whether, or not, he was that good with every other woman he’d been with. She knew how special it was for her, but what about him?

For her, last night…even right now…was a totally unique experience, but maybe he always found that much satisfaction in the act of lovemaking. She wanted to believe otherwise, but deceiving herself as to the meaning of sex with a man had broken her heart once before. She refused to do that to herself again.

He stood up from the table and came around to lift her to her feet. She was so close to his body, she could feel his heat, but they were not quite touching except where his big hands cupped her elbows. Her eyes opened of their own accord, taking in his heated brown gaze.

He caressed the sensitive area of her inner elbow with both thumbs. “Let us go be good together again, hmm?”

“So we are done talking about your father?”

“Yes.” He cupped her face, tilting her chin with his thumbs. “We are done talking at all, I think.”

“I suppose I can live with that,” she husked. Her body was clamoring for his touch, but she fought the urge to press into him.

She wanted to play it cool, not to give too much of herself away. But that hope disintegrated with the first brush of his lips against hers. The brief contact zinged through her like an overload of electric current, making her body jolt and stiffen and her lips part and beg silently for more.

He gave it to her, covering her mouth with his completely, taking possession and yet inviting her to share in it…to make it mutual. And she wanted that, too. She needed to know that she was branding him as hers as effectively as he had marked her as his. He accepted the tentative slide of her tongue and invited her to go further. It was amazing.

Where had he learned to make love so completely with nothing more than lips against lips? Or had he been born with the ability? Sandor was a special man, part of her insisted it had to be inherent to him. The other part of her tried very hard not to be jealous of the women who had come before.

He kissed down along her neck and she shivered. “Sandor?”

“Hmmm?” He nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot, making her whole body shake with reaction.

“You know the whole don’t have sex with virgins unless you’re married to them or very close to it thing you’ve got going in your brain?” She wasn’t sure where the words came from or the ability to speak coherently enough to voice them, but they came from that part of her brain that was not properly protected when he touched her.

The vulnerable part.

He laughed against her collarbone. “Elliemou, how do you have the wherewithal to ask me questions? I must be doing something wrong.”

“No.” She panted a little as his tongue darted out to taste the hollow of her neck. “That’s the point. You do this so well. I just wondered?”

“What?”

“How did you learn all this stuff? You’re so good at it.”

He groaned and buried his mouth against her. “You taste so good. I cannot believe you asked me that.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t decide if your grandfather and you thought it was okay for you to have sex with women who are experienced. That seems like such a double standard, and then of course, there’syour virginity to consider.”

“I assure you, I am not a virgin.”

“But didn’t it bother you having sex when you were? You know the first time. Or did the woman plan to marry you and something go wrong?” The thought of him engaged to another woman was not a comfortable one.

His body shook with laughter even as his mouth kept doing truly decadent and delicious things to her. “You are right. I am guilty of a double standard.”

“Explain it to me.”

“There are women who are open to sex without commitment.”

“Yes.” That was true.

“You are not one of them.”

“But I’m not a virgin.”

“Yet, you are still very innocent.”

That wasn’t something she wanted to dwell on, but compared to him…maybe. “So, you’ve had sex with lots of women?”

He sighed and straightened so their eyes met. “Not lots. I am no playboy.”

“But you know so much…you like it a lot.” He’d been really attentive the night before. Hungry even. “I can’t see you celibate.”

“Then your imagination has let you down, though mine could not conceive of this conversation. So, perhaps we are even. Only consider that for years I worked twenty-hour workdays and took only the breaks my mother demanded I give her. Neither instance is conducive to ongoing sexual liaisons.”