He was an incredibly good-looking man and she didn’t really understand why he was bothering with her.
‘It’s good to see you eating, rather than picking at your food the way you did the night of the ball.’
As usual, any reference to the ball brought a sudden rush of colour to Libby’s cheeks. She couldn’t prevent herself from glancing across at him, and instantly regretted it. His dark eyes locked onto hers and she felt heat flare deep in her pelvis.
Terrified of the strength of her reaction, she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping on the ground. ‘It’s hot. I’m going to cool off in the pool—’
Strong fingers closed around her wrist and anchored her to the spot. ‘You shouldn’t exercise when you’ve just eaten, agape mou. And it’s time to stop avoiding me. You’ve rested and the colour has returned to your cheeks. No more running.’
‘I’m not running.’ She stood, breathing rapidly, trapped by his relentless grip and by the look in his eyes.
‘Libby, you’ve been running since the night I bought you at that auction.’ He pulled her closer and she couldn’t have resisted even if she’d wanted to. ‘It’s time you and I communicated.’
She watched, breathless, as his head lowered, transfixed by the inevitability of that kiss. For endless, infuriating seconds his mouth hovered above hers, close enough to set her whole body on fire with anticipation but not close enough to satisfy the raging hunger building inside her.
His eyes were half-closed as he looked down at her, and a hint of a smile hovered on his incredibly sexy mouth. Finally he lowered his head and his mouth brushed against hers, sending shock waves of excitement through her quivering body.
His hands slid up to her face, cradling it firmly, while his tongue traced the seam of her lips and dipped inside. Her lips parted under the pressure of his and she kissed him back, her tongue responding to the demands of his, her body arching against the solid muscle of his powerful body.
He kissed her until her entire body was throbbing with sensation and when he finally lifted his head she stared up at him, dazed.
With considerable effort she found her voice. ‘I—I thought you wanted to talk.’
He gave a slow smile and touched her damp, swollen lips with the tips of his fingers. ‘I didn’t say talk, agape mou. I said communicate.’
She gazed at him, heart thumping, hypnotised by the raw passion she saw in his eyes. ‘But—’
‘We’re using body language,’ he said huskily, his mouth lowering to hers again.
She gave a tiny sob as he licked her lips suggestively. ‘Body language?’
He gave a slow smile that ignited a burning heat deep inside her. ‘It’s the only way I can be sure that you’re telling the truth. When you use words, you say things you don’t mean.’
His mouth was still so close to hers she couldn’t concentrate. ‘Such as?’
‘Such as ‘‘I’m not interested, Andreas’’, or ‘‘It was just sex, Andreas’’. Your mouth says one thing and your body says another,’ he murmured. ‘So for now speaking is banned.’
Libby discovered that she actually didn’t want to speak. The gentle, relentless kissing was driving her slowly crazy. She lifted her arms and wrapped them round the strong column of his neck, dragging his head down to hers again.
This time his kiss was hard and demanding, his mouth possessing every inch of hers and his arms hauling her against him. She felt the solid thrust of his erection pressing through her thin shorts and tried to get closer still, frustrated by the barrier created by the clothes they were wearing.
She lifted her hands and slid them under his shirt, groaning as she felt the warmth of his skin and the smooth swell of his muscles under her searching fingers.
His hands followed suit, lifting her tiny strap top, breaking their kiss for only a fraction of a second as he slid it over her head and let it fall onto the sun-baked terrace. Her shorts followed, and then her bra and soon she was standing in only the tiny bikini bottom that she’d worn on the beach earlier.
The slide of his hands over her bare flesh made her shiver in anticipation and she forgot her plans to resist him. Resistance just wasn’t an option.
Without lifting his mouth from hers, he lifted her easily in his arms and walked the short distance to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and laying her down on the middle of the bed.
Breathing rapidly, his dark eyes blazing with a sexual need that thrilled her, he yanked off his shirt and came down on top of her, kissing her again until she was writhing and sobbing beneath him.
His hands slid smoothly over her heated flesh, removing the final barrier, and finally she was naked, spread beneath him on the cool, white sheets.