Sweet on the Greek: An Interracial Romance (Just for Him Book 3)

by Talia Hibbert

  Like marry Aria Granger.

  The thought didn’t even faze him. The exact fucking opposite, in fact. A grin slid over his face as he followed her up the last few steps—until he remembered that marrying Aria would be pretty fucking hard when she didn’t even want to be with him.

  Or anyone, it seemed. A couple of hours ago, she’d said the word ‘commitment’ like it was a slug she’d had to pick up with her bare hands. Nick hesitated as they reached the top of the stairs, suddenly worried. And quite disturbingly sure that his earlier suspicions were correct: he was in love with Aria.

  He was in love with Aria.

  Perfect.

  On the landing, he reached out and caught her wrist. She turned back to look at him, those almond eyes wide and questioning, her glossy lips parted. God, those lips.

  Nik shook his head, forcing himself to focus on words—actual, useful words. Hopefully some of the blood in his body had remained in his brain, rather than relocating completely to his throbbing cock.

  “Listen, Ri, what I said earlier… I meant it. This isn’t casual.”

  “Okay,” she said slowly, almost nervously. “So what is it?”

  Love, his ridiculous mind supplied. Like he could say that to her, when she flinched at the thought of a relationship. “It’s us. It’s just you and me.”

  The words made not a lick of sense, but something about her seemed soothed, and he saw understanding in her eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “You and me.”

  That settled, Nik gave into the need heating his blood and pushed her gently, back, back, back, until she was walking through the door of their room. He kicked it shut behind them and dragged her close, hands kneading her luscious arse, cock thrust hard against her belly, tongue tangling with hers. And she met him move for move, just as hungry, just as reckless, pouring her moans into his mouth as if she knew how they fed him.

  But she couldn’t. She couldn’t possibly know what it did to him, to touch her, to be touched by her. If she did, Nik had no doubt, she’d run.

  Aria loved sex in general, and orgasms in particular. Yet, despite her appreciation for bedroom activities, she wasn’t a Rip off my clothes and fuck up my hair kind of girl. Mostly because her clothes were too fabulous to mess up for something as common as dick. Also, because she’d never been swept away quite that badly, never been so high on desire that she forgot to care about anything else.

  Until now.

  When Nik broke their kiss to drag her dress roughly over her head, it didn’t irritate her; it pulled a gasp from her lips and sent a thrill racing down her spine. When he threw the dress away and looked down at her near-naked body with hunger in his eyes, she felt her pussy get even wetter. Her underwear must be a mess.

  He’d probably like that.

  Nik grabbed her hips with both hands, little sparks of electricity zinging from each indent of his fingers in her flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “And you’re a tease.” Aria leant forward until her tingling nipples brushed his shirt, the cotton rasping against those sensitive tips. When she closed her eyes and moaned, Nik’s teeth caught her lower lip. He bit, sucked, and she felt every taut pull as if he’d wrapped his lips around her clit instead.

  Releasing her, he slid his palms up her body until they cradled her breasts. “If you want something, agapi mou, just ask.”

  “I’m not falling for that one again.”

  He grinned. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?” Before she could reply, he bent his head and gave her nipple a long, wet lick.

  She moaned and watched him lap at her breast, his amber skin flushed, his dark brows furrowed and ferocious. Attraction and need coalesced in her core to form something else, something greater, something that had her lacing shaking fingers through his hair and panting, “Fuck, yes, please.”

  He moved to her other breast, one hand pushing up the small, soft mound until it met his lips. His other hand cupped her pussy through her sodden underwear, the cotton clinging to her folds. A flush spread over her chest at the realisation that she was even wetter than she’d thought, that her thighs had grown slick too. But it was his fault. He’d made her sit through dinner watching those full lips move, remembering the way they felt gliding over her skin. He’d done this.

  He knew it, too. Nik sucked her nipple hard and rubbed her pussy, his palm rocking against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance. Something sensuous and unrestrained rolled through her, stealing her breath.

  He released her breast and straightened up, his hand stroking faster now, his lips slightly swollen. “Are you going to come, agapi mou? Already?” He actually had the audacity to use that teasing smile with her right now. He was awful. She adored him.

  “Fuck off,” Aria managed to gasp, biting back yet another moan. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He was already smug enough. But the way he worked her, his touch so satisfying, maybe he had a right to be.

  He bent to whisper against her throat, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. “I love your pretty little tits. I love your fat nipples and the taste of you on my tongue, and I love the way you’re riding my hand right now like you might never get the chance again.”

  She rocked against him harder, the sensation she chased drawing closer with every word. “Ahhhh, Nik, keep—keep—like that—”

  “Like this?” he echoed, his tone teasing as ever, but wicked. So wicked. He rubbed her clit in a way that shouldn’t have been enough to make her come, only it was, it was, because she’d been waiting so long and she wanted it so much—and because it was him. It was Nik’s big hand driving her towards orgasm and Nik’s smiling mouth at her throat and Nik’s arms holding her upright as she gasped out his name, her knees buckling, her body fizzing away from her like champagne from a freshly-popped cork.

  “Fuck, Aria. Eísai tóso ómorfi. You’re so beautiful. I need you.”

  As the last tremors faded and her focus returned, Aria opened her eyes—when had they closed?—and swatted his chest weakly. “I told you about the Greek thing.”

  He pushed her towards the bed. “You don’t want me to be sexy right now?”

  “If you get any sexier I might die.”

  “Not yet, love. We’re not done.” He ripped off his clothes as if they were on fire. Aria lay back on the bed and watched, her hand trailing idly down to her still-aching clit, toying with the tight bud through her knickers. First, he stripped away his shirt, revealing that broad chest and the thick trail of hair pointing down his abdomen. His jeans were gone next, and Aria salivated over his powerful thighs until he finally pushed down his briefs.

  At that point, he may as well have been a floating erection. She certainly wasn’t looking at any other part of him, not anymore. Because Jesus, she loved his cock. It jutted up against abs, veering slightly to the left, the thick, swollen head leaking pearly drops of pre-come. Aria circled her clit faster as her arousal spiked again. Impatient, she shoved down her underwear until she was fully naked.

  Nik looked up at her and groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he tipped his head back. “Oh, fuck.” He wrapped a fist around his length, his features drawn tight, his knuckles paling. “Aria. You don’t know what you do to me.”

  “I think I do,” she murmured. And she liked it. So she spread her legs wide and traced her fingertips around her soft, slippery entrance. “Look at me.”

  He didn’t disappoint. Nik’s eyes snapped open and he hissed out a breath, biting down on his fist even as he moved closer to the bed. He sank down until his gaze was level with her folds, and when she eased two fingers inside her pussy, he moaned her name.

  She released a soft sigh of her own, her hips rocking automatically, her fingers stroking hyper-sensitive walls. “Ohhh, fuck.”

  “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered. “Tell me. Are you tight? Or do you need more?”

  “More,” she whimpered, thrusting into herself harder. “I want it deeper, but—”

  With a growl, he reached
out and grabbed her calf, dragging her down the bed. Down, down, down, until her knees were draped over his shoulders and she could feel his panting breaths against her clit. He wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her fingers from her pussy, sucking them into his mouth.

  Aria moaned as his tongue separated her digits, lapping up every drop of her wetness. She felt his grunt of pleasure as much as she heard it, the deep vibrations setting off tingles of need that scattered through her body. She felt as if she were coming apart at the seams, as if she’d been taken over by pleasure.

  “God, you taste so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into her thighs, forcing her legs wider. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

  “Since yesterday?”

  “Since the first time I saw you. I spent half the night fucking my own hand.” The flash of ferocity in his eyes was raw, almost animalistic. “You’re so beautiful, Aria. Tell me you know that.”

  She was happy with the way she looked—very happy, as a matter of fact. She didn’t even mind her boobs, as much as she whined about them. But the way he looked at her sometimes, she wondered what he actually saw. Because no-one on earth could be beautiful enough to inspire that kind of urgent desire, to cause the tenderness and the need that battled in his gaze.

  “I know,” she said softly.

  He ran his hands over her thighs, sparking a shiver that made her pussy tighten. Parting her folds, he murmured, “And your cunt. Your cunt’s gorgeous too.” The crude words set her alight like a match to dry tinder. She was moaning his name even before he finally, finally slid his tongue through her folds. But when that hot, wet touch split her open, oh, God, it was good, so fucking good. He lapped at her as if she were dessert and he wanted to savour every mouthful. He licked up the juices spilling from her entrance, his tongue dipping inside her with every few strokes.

  And then, when she thought she might die with wanting, when her ragged cries and hoarse demands became truly frantic, he licked her clit. The shock of perfect pleasure as his tongue nudged that aching bud made her scream. Actually scream. She’d never even done that before. The sound faded into a desperate, sobbing moan as he closed his lips gently around her clit and sucked.

  When he pushed his fingers inside her, she almost came. It was just the barest kiss of that ultimate pleasure, the edge of an orgasm—if that was even possible. Aria had been propped up on her elbows, watching as Nik buried his face in her pussy, but now she fell back with a ragged sigh, her bones turning liquid.

  His fingers stroked deeper than hers had managed, but not deep enough to fill the yearning, lustful ache he’d sparked inside her. Still, it was enough to spark tremors in her womb that seemed to shake her bones, tremors that drove every thought but Nik out of her head. As she came again, harder than the last time, his tongue moved to lick her growing wetness.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, so sensitive now that she had to pull away. Aria dragged herself up the bed, crawling away from him even as she begged, “Nik, God, Nik, come here.”

  He kissed her ankle and stood, which was not what she’d wanted. She wanted him on top of her, weighing her down when she felt ready to float away, giving her more of the pleasure she wasn’t sure she could take. Aria watched with frustration as he walked around the bed and produced a box of condoms from the bedside drawer.

  “Ri,” he said, sitting down beside her, his voice gentler than it had been all night. “I want you to know I’m always safe. With everyone else, I mean.”

  Oh. She nodded silently, tensing as she waited for the rest. The cajoling Soooo maybe I could just fuck you bare because look, I really mean it, which means you can trust me enough to throw these in the bin!

  But he didn’t say that, or anything like that. He just ripped open a foil packet and put a condom on so fast, she almost missed it. And then, finally, he rolled on top of her, the heat of his body filling a need she hadn’t known was there.

  He tried to rise up on his elbows, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him back down. “Like this.”

  Nik slid one hand into her hair and grasped her thigh with the other, drawing up her leg, opening her to him. The thick head of his cock nudged her entrance, sending currents of electricity through her body. “Aria…”

  The expression on his face was almost pained, caught between ecstasy and something else, something too bright to face head-on. “What is it?” She ran her fingers over his face. Something soft and warm and possessive rolled through her when he nuzzled his cheek into her hand.

  “I adore you,” he murmured. “Completely. I adore you.” His mouth caught hers in a searing kiss as he thrust into her, so fucking slowly. Inch by inch, his thick cock stretched her wide as his tongue caressed hers. For the first time in forever, she felt full in a way she couldn’t describe, a way that had nothing to do with the hard length easing into her.

  If he hadn’t kissed her when he did, she might have said something dangerous back.

  Chapter Fifteen

  This must be what drowning felt like. Not the part where you choked and panicked and struggled to breathe; this was the part where you gave up, where your mind floated away as your body died, and all you felt was warmth and water and weightlessness. Yes, decided. Aria felt like a beautiful death and the heaven that followed, all wrapped up in one.

  Her kisses were sweet and tender and desperate all at once, her hands sliding through Nik’s hair, over his face, his shoulders. Everywhere she touched, she spread star-bright pleasure. He could feel her panting breaths against his cheek, feel her nipples hard against his chest as she arched beneath him. Her hips rocked against his, and his cock—Jesus, his cock was buried so deep in her slick heat, he might never get out again.

  That would be perfect; that would be bliss. This, with her, forever.

  “Nik,” she moaned softly. “Please. Fuck me.”

  He slid a hand under her head, cradling her skull, holding her to him as he kissed her again. He couldn’t speak. If he did, she’d hear the truth in his voice, hear the fact that he loved her in every crack and waver. So, instead, he kissed her, and hoped she wouldn’t taste it on his tongue. Holding her tight, Nik eased out of her pussy almost completely, then rocked slowly back into her.

  She gave a long, shuddering moan, and he swallowed the sound greedily. The rampant need that had been prowling inside him from the moment they’d met was, for the first time, satisfied. Completely satisfied. He had her. She was his. He wouldn’t think about the rest, wouldn’t think about reality—couldn’t right now, with her soft, wet cunt clinging to his dick, and her nails raking his back, and her body trembling every time he thrust.

  “Yes,” she breathed, breaking the kiss, freeing his reckless mouth. “Yes, oh my God, Nik, like that.”

  “S’agapó,” he breathed. I love you.

  She sank her teeth into his shoulder for a second, then gave a ragged moan. “I’m going to come.”

  “S’agapó. S’agapó. Ti mou ékanes, agápi mou?” What have you done to me, my love?

  He watched her expression dissolve into ecstasy as she came with his name on her lips. Felt her inner walls tighten and release around his cock. He fucked her through it, pushed her higher until she finally relaxed beneath him, completely spent. And then he caught her face in his hands, and kissed her, and gave in to his release.

  When he came to his senses, Aria was shoving gently at his shoulder. “Sorry,” he mumbled, rolling off of her. To his surprise, she followed, throwing half her body on top of his, burying her face against his chest.

  “Goo’night,” she sighed, and snuggled deeper as if he were a teddy bear.

  “…Ri?”

  No response.

  “Aria. Are you asleep?”

  Apparently so.

  Less than five minutes after an orgasm that had shaken his soul, Nik stared up at the ceiling and laughed.

  Aria spent the next morning thoroughly enjoying herself. Or rather, thoroughly enjoying Nik a
s he got acquainted with her sex box.

  He seemed to like it. A lot.

  By the afternoon, they were up and wandering the streets while the rest of the house slept off last night’s excess. As they walked, Nik swung their joined hands with so much enthusiasm, Aria was surprised he hadn’t accidentally thrown her half way across the street. “You’re in a good mood,” she murmured as they passed cute little stores and cool cafés.

  “Of course I am,” he said cheerfully. “I spent my morning coming on your—”

  “Will you shut up? I don’t think those nice old ladies over there need to know about our deviant activities.”

  Nik barely spared the ladies a look, rolling his eyes. “Deviant activities?!” he echoed in mock outrage. “I think you mean love-making, Aria. Very meaningful love-making.”

  She laughed so hard she almost choked. “I’m pretty sure that would involve less dirty talk. And fewer vibrators. And…”

  “Don’t think I can’t fuck the living daylights out of you and make love to you at the same time.”

  She’d thought he was teasing—he had been teasing—only now his voice was low and gravelly, his gaze almost hypnotising. She’d had an unreasonable number of orgasms in the last twenty-four hours, but she felt heat stir in her body anyway, her skin tingling. “Oh.”

  “Yeah.” He pulled her closer, bending down to kiss her nose. “What do you think about that?”

  She thought she shouldn’t read too much into it, or into the soft look in his eyes. As perfect as Nik was, he was still Nik. Still the biggest playboy she’d ever met—which was saying something—still a man who’d paid her to be here, still the guy who’d practically bent over backwards to avoid anything approaching a What are we? discussion. When she’d mentioned commitment the day before, he’d practically frozen, and then he’d asked about her ex.