When Christakos Meets His Match (Blood Brothers 2)

Alexio’s voice seemed to drop an octave and it sent shivers of sensation right to her core. ‘You mean you’ve experienced it when you’ve...?’

‘Done it to myself. Yes...’

Sidonie glared at him now, beyond embarrassed, and not remotely mollified by the way his eyes had darkened suspiciously. ‘Can we stop talking about this now?’

Sidonie reached for the sheet, trying to tuck it around her, but Alexio swatted her hands away and pulled her into him, making her gasp when tender flesh came into contact with his fast reviving arousal.

‘I’m glad you told me,’ he said gruffly. ‘And those guys were idiots.’

The embarrassment drained away, leaving Sidonie feeling the effects of their lovemaking again. Her body was sensitive all over, but sated in a way that was truly wicked.

With awe-inspiring strength Alexio scooped her up and took her into the bathroom with its black-tiled shower. He put her down, keeping an arm around her, and leaned in to turn on the powerful spray. Then he walked her into the shower, following right behind her.

It was pure bliss to have steaming water pounding her skin and then Alexio’s big hands, soapy, running all over her body. Over her breasts and belly, down between her legs, across her buttocks. His touch wasn’t overtly sexual, but she could see his erection and her body hummed with satisfaction, ready to flare fully back to life if only she wasn’t feeling equally ready to crawl into a small space and sleep.

She could only sag against the wall and look at him, so huge and dark in the hot mist, like some kind of pagan warrior. She was boneless, and as if he could sense the lethargy rolling through her body he turned off the spray and wrapped her in a towel, rubbing her brusquely before scooping up her long hair and wrapping it up turban-style.

Then he picked her up again and Sidonie protested weakly. ‘I can walk, you know.’ But even as she said the words she doubted that she could walk right now.

Alexio pulled back the covers and laid her gently on the bed. Sidonie’s eyes were already closing and she fought to keep them open, aware of the towel on her head.

‘My hair will be frizzy...’ she protested sleepily.

Alexio pulled a cover over her, still naked and damp from the shower himself. Sidonie was very aware of that.

‘Shh, it’ll be fine. You need to rest now. I’ll be back in a minute.’ He pressed his mouth to her forehead.

Sidonie cracked her eyes open enough to see Alexio drag on his jeans, leaving them tantalisingly open, before he walked out of the room. And then it was too much to fight. She slid into sweet oblivion.

CHAPTER FIVE

WHEN ALEXIO POURED whisky into the glass his hand was shaking. He’d had to get away from Sidonie and he cursed himself for thinking it would be a good idea to take her into the shower. Washing her supple body, seeing her delicate skin marked after their making love and knowing he couldn’t touch her again so soon, had been a torture he wouldn’t inflict on an enemy.

He’d barely been able to walk away from her in bed, even though her eyes had been closing.

Sex. It had been sex. Alexio knew all about sex. He’d been having it and excelling at it pretty much since he’d been seduced by the sister of a friend of his older brother at the age of fifteen.

But what he’d just experienced up there in his bedroom, with someone he’d met mere hours before, had not been any kind of sex he knew. It had blown his mind. And yet they’d done nothing kinky... Apart from that little striptease downstairs it had been perfectly straightforward. Sidonie obviously wasn’t experienced.

Alexio’s brain struggled to grapple with this anomaly. Was it that? That she was a little gauche? Was his palate so jaded that the sheer novelty of an inexperienced lover turned him on?

But he knew in his gut it was more than that. Deeper. And he hated to admit it. Alexio threw the whisky down his throat as if it could burn away the hunger that was already building again, which had abated only for mere seconds after his orgasm. He prided himself on his stamina, but this was ridiculous.

When he went back into his room Sidonie had shifted to lie on her front. The sheet clung precariously to her bottom, barely hiding its voluptuous swell, and those dimples were making his mouth water. Her hair had come out of the towel, which had been flung aside haphazardly, and the damp strawberry golden tresses were spread out around her head like glowing halo.

Alexio curled his hands into fists. No way could he go near her on that bed and not rouse her and make love to her again. Silently he turned and took his aching body to his office, where he tried to distract himself with some work.

After staring at the computer screen for a while and seeing nothing but the memory of Sidonie’s face as he’d slid into her tight body for the first time, he sat back and rubbed his hands over his face. This was crazy. He was useless. He needed Sidonie again. Now.

When he padded back into the bedroom she had moved again and now lay on her back, the sheet pulled up, just about covering her breasts. She moved minutely, as if sensing him. He came close to the bed and saw those dark lashes flutter on pale cheeks scored with pink. Her mouth moved and he wanted to cover it with his. His gaze was riveted to its lush lines and he wondered again how he’d dismissed her at first glance.

‘Hey...’

Her husky voice startled him. Her eyes were open, slumberous. Shy. Something punched him in the gut. He had the bizarre feeling that everything in his life up till now had been a bit of a blur and he quashed it ruthlessly. This was no different from anything he’d done before. It was a little more intense, maybe...good chemistry. That was it.

‘Hey, yourself...mind if I join you?’

Sidonie shook her head and Alexio undid his jeans, taking them off. When he got into bed he couldn’t not reach for Sidonie and she came willingly, her arms sliding around him like missing pieces of a jigsaw fitting together. Their mouths found each other and before Alexio could articulate another word he was giving up any attempt to rationalise what was happening because the urge not to think and just to act was stronger than anything he could resist.