Captivated by the Greek
She gave a little gasp, feeling her nipples engorged against the straining satin of her bra. A low laugh came from him as his hands glided up the contour of her spine to unfasten the hooks that were keeping his mouth from what it sought to find. She felt her bra fall to the ground, felt his lips nuzzle at her bared breasts delicately, sensually, teasing and tasting until she gasped again in the sheer, trembling pleasure of it.
Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed, and an unconscious movement to lift her breasts to him overwhelmed her. A growl of satisfaction came from him and then he was scooping her up, lifting her as if she were a featherweight, carrying her across to the wide, waiting bed and lowering her down upon it.
She lay upon its surface, breasts still engorged and peaked, her eyes wide as she gazed up at him. Swiftly he discarded his own clothes, and then, with a groan, came down upon her. His weight crushed her, but she gloried in it—gloried in his questing mouth that now roamed her body, his hands likewise, exploring and caressing and arousing such that if the world had caught fire that very hour she would have burned in the flames that were licking through her now.
Her breath quickened, her pulse racing as she clutched his strong, hard shoulders, feeling her body yielding to him, feeling his glorious, piercing possession of her that felt so right, so incredibly, wonderfully right, nestling in the welcoming cradle of her hips. She felt the fire intensify within her, consuming her, until in a final conflagration she heard herself cry out, heard his answering cry, and felt a pleasure so intense it filled her entire being, shuddering through her, shaking and possessing her, on and on and on...
Until the quietness came.
Their bodies slaked, they held each other with slackened gentleness, beside each other, loose-limbed, embracing.
She sought his mouth. A gentle, peaceful kiss. He kissed her back, then grazed her forehead with a kiss, as well. His eyes were soft in the dim light.
There were no words—there did not need to be—only the gradual slowing of their racing hearts, their hectic pulse subsiding now. He drew her to him, his arms around her, hers around him, and with a little sigh she felt sleep take them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘SO, WHAT WOULD you like to do today? Anything on Bermuda you haven’t seen yet?’
Nikos smiled encouragingly at Mel. They were breakfasting on Nikos’s patio, gazing out over the aquamarine waters of the bay, as calm as a mill pond at this time of day. Breakfasting together like this had become the rule in the days since they’d arrived, after rising in a leisurely fashion, both of them having awoken to yet more arousal after a night of searing passion.
Hastily she reached for her coffee, hoping it might cool her suddenly heated cheeks. Time to focus on the day’s activities—yet another wonderful, blissful day of self-indulgent holidaymaking.
In the week they’d already spent on Bermuda they’d covered nearly all the sights.
They’d toured the historic Nelson’s Dockyard at the far west of the island, where British men-of-war had once dropped anchor, and which now welcomed massive cruise ships, disgorging their passengers to throng the myriad little cafés and craft shops.
They’d taken the ferry from the dockyard across to the island’s bay-lapped capital, Hamilton, lunching on the sea front and exploring the shops. They’d gone to the old capital of St George’s in the north of the island, with its white-painted little houses, art galleries, churches and museums.
And they’d been out to sea—Nikos had taken her sailing in the bay and further afield, and they’d enjoyed a sunset champagne dinner on a sleek motor yacht chartered to sail them around the island. He’d hired a dive boat, which had hovered over the reef for Nikos to dive with the instructor, leaving Mel content to snorkel on the surface, glimpsing long-sunk wrecks rich with darting fish, and the scary but thankfully harmless purple jellyfish that trailed long tentacles in the water deep below her.
Mel had wanted to see and do everything, had been excited and thrilled by even the simplest things—whether it was wandering through the beautiful gardens around the hotel, or pausing for coffee at a little Bermudian coffee shop overlooking one of the beautiful pink sand beaches. She was just revelling in being in this beautiful place, in the company of this fabulous man...
This is the most fantastic holiday romance that anyone could ever wish for.
Again she felt heat fan her cheeks. Nikos was so sensual and passionate a lover she was blown away by it. Never had she realised how incredible it could be when two people gave themselves to each other up to the very hilt of passion. How in the moment of union their bodies could pulse with an intensity, an explosion of sensual overload that wrung from her a response she had never felt before.