“You know I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” he responded, without a flicker of concern. “It would make us both feel a lot better—and I know you want to.”
“Because it wouldn’t stop there, would it?”
“There’s no reason why it should have to stop at a kiss, pethi mou,” he replied, and curled long fingers around the back of her head to remove her hair clip. He smiled as her black curls tumbled over her shoulders, as undisciplined as the rest of her body. His voice dropped to a seductive growl. “We’re alone and we want to, need to, enjoy each other’s company.”
Kizzy closed her eyes and struggled to wrench out a negative response. But her unspoken words were stolen by the burning touch of his lips against hers. Her mouth trembled as he withdrew a tiny bit to assess her reaction. The intimate warmth of his breath against her cheek made her abandon all reason and professional sense.
Tangling her fingers in the black silk of his hair, Kizzy pulled him tightly back toward her and drew him to her parted lips. As his tongue began gently to explore, she felt his hands slide around her waist and pull her hips firmly into the cradle of his own.
She felt the rigid heat of his arousal, and gave a little moan.
“This is destiny, Kizzy.” He held each cheek of her bottom in the palms of his hand and groaned with pleasure. Bending his head, he kissed her again. “I’ve wanted you since the very first moment I saw you, wanted you so much that I couldn’t think straight.”
Kizzy began to shake her head. “Andreas, I—”
“No, Kizzy,” he told her adamantly, and ran the flat palm of his hand across her breast, lingering over the swollen, heaving jut of her nipple through her top. He inhaled sharply, as though already testing the limits of his control over the situation. “No more denial, no more pretending. Your mouth can do much more exciting things when it’s not trying to deny you the most natural pleasure in the world.”
He stroked both nipples with the pads of his thumbs, anchoring the deep blue of her eyes with his own intense stare.
“Now, are you going to take all these clothes off or am I going to do it for you?”
Rendered speechless by the intoxication that was coursing through her body like a potent aphrodisiac, Kizzy was only able to place her shaking palms on the black cotton of his T-shirt.
His chest lay under her fingers. Stroking him, she relished the sudden tightening of his nipples under her inexperienced touch.
“You do it,” she said, with a voice so altered by sexual excitement that she wondered if she had actually uttered the words or just imagined them as part of the wicked, forbidden fantasy that this must be. Then reality caught up with her. She sucked in her breath as he undid the buttons of her blouse, his fingers swift and skillful. “But Andreas—before we get carried away, I need to tell you, I don’t—I haven’t—”
“Don’t worry, I have,” he muttered quickly as he slid the blouse off her shoulders. He paused briefly to cup both heavy, lace-covered breasts with reverent hands. “I will take care of you, pethi mou, trust me.”
He reached back to unfasten her bra. His voice was deep and throaty. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this, to get you alone, to touch your bare skin, just you…” Slowly, painstakingly, he slid the straps of her bra down the length of her slender arms. “And me. And that.”
Her gaze followed his to the bed and her skin tingled with the shock of sudden cool exposure as her bra fell to the floor. Any words she might have uttered vaporized at that point into tiny exquisite breaths of longing.
He inhaled at the sight of her naked breasts, the sinews in his neck taut as he held each one in his warm hands. His body trembled with undisguised arousal. “I could die for just one taste of these,” he whispered, tracing a path of feathery kisses along her collarbone, his fingertips brushing lightly over each nipple until it tightened into a peak.
Kizzy’s fingertips sank into the hard strength of his biceps, relishing the feel of his intense maleness. The desire building within her was overwhelming as she took his hand and crushed it hard against the soft swell of her breast.
“Then don’t stop, you don’t have to be so gentle. It’s okay, I…I want it.”
Expertly, he maneuvered her backward against the edge of the bed, and she arched her back in supple compliance, urging him to continue with his kisses. Clumsily, she tried to ease up the fabric of his T-shirt. He quickly shucked it off, barely breaking contact with her body, and she uttered a small moan as the dark, wiry dusting of hair on his chest brushed against her tender skin.
In a haze of physical sensation, Kizzy watched his upper body muscles ripple powerfully as he lifted her onto the mattress.
His fingers continued to coax her breasts to a peak of excitement. At last, she knew what it was like to feel truly desired by a man.
“Yes...”
She could barely comprehend the pleasure that she was experiencing.
His hot, ragged breath raked her tense body, and she sighed as he seized one taut nipple between his lips and ran the tip of his tongue around its velvet peak.
“You have the body of an angel,” he murmured against her skin, then sucked harder and more insistently, caressing her other breast as the urgency of their need began to take over rational thought.
She helped him ease off her pants, leaving her in the tiny, blue silk panties he had purchased in Rhodes. Needing no further persuasion, he slid his fingers under the lacy trim to languorously explore her soft, velvety curls.
A low noise in the depths of his throat reminded them both of the primitive nature of the act about to take place between them.
Kizzy lifted her hips to help him free her from that last scrap of material, then ran her fingertips tentatively along the waistband of his shorts. The bulge of his erection straining beneath the fabric was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing, and Kizzy bit down hard on her bottom lip as she dared to trail her fingertips over its pulsating heat.
She met the smoldering intention in his eyes.
“Take it all off, Andreas,” she pleaded softly, as she continued to stroke and tease him with a skill that was instinctive and designed to provoke him beyond further endurance.
Purposefully, Andreas produced a foil wrapper from his back pocket.
“Hold this for me,” he murmured.
As he slid the condom packet between her parted teeth, she smiled inwardly at the feel of its sharpness against her tongue, an unfamiliar object, an object that had everything to do with sex and nothing else. An object that would draw him inside her, hold him there, and take her to a place she had never been.
She felt her body soften and melt into the crisp sheets beneath them as his eyes roamed across her naked body. A pause, and then he was unleashed.
Kizzy sucked her breath in at the sight of him: hot, hard, and unashamedly impressive. Her heart lurched in her rib cage as he removed the condom from between her teeth and knelt between her thighs, lowering his head to kiss her most intimate part.
Slowly at first, he tested his warm, probing tongue over the moistness of her outer entrance, allowing its tip to slip inside her to taste the sweetness within. The wisps of his breath cooled against the moist heat of where their bodies barely joined and a tremor shot through her body as his thumb began to circle her clitoris, slowly, gently, and masterfully unrelenting.
The tension coiling at the root of her stomach and the pulsing within her vagina became too much to endure.
“No more, Andreas, no more,” she muttered, her hands running through his hair, coaxing him upward to her by stroking his neck and the powerful bunched muscles of his shoulders.
She pulled him closer, tighter, and felt the feather-light brush of his erection against her inner thigh.
“No more?” His eyes flashed with devilment. “I don’t think you mean that, do you?”
Even though she felt weak at the sight of his erection, wondering how it would be possible for her to take him inside, she craved th
e exquisite pain his entering her might cause.
“I want you,” Kizzy moaned. “I want all of you.”
“Then you shall have me, pethi mou.”
As he bent over to kiss her, his penis burned against her soft belly. He dealt with the foil packet that would allow them to move beyond the point of no return, and slickly stretched the protective sheath over his penis.
Kizzy mewed with need at the sight of him.
“Hush, soon, soon…”
A guttural breath left his body as he slipped one finger into the searing moisture of her vagina, slowly sliding in and then tantalizing her by withdrawing it again.
He was driving her insane with these caresses, she thought. He could do anything to her now and still she would beg him for more.
Could he not see how much she needed him?
“Are you sure about this, hara mou?” he asked throatily.
He lowered his head to draw with increasing urgency on her eager, kiss-swollen breast, and then suddenly withdrew again. The frustration was killing her. Andreas wasn’t immune to the tension between them. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, clawing her intensely feminine perfume deep into his lungs, and felt his arousal jerk with impatient agony.
“Because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I—once I am inside you. You understand that?”
Kizzy moaned her assent and reached between his legs to stroke his erection, lightly brushing the tip and encircling his tightness until he uttered a deep groan.
“I understand,” she whispered, “and I’m sure.”
She lifted her hips to brush provocatively against his swollen length, and slid her hands around his waist, dragging his hard body down between her thighs. She clawed desperately at his flesh as she felt the tip of his shaft nudge against her hot, moist entrance.
Kizzy guessed that he was resisting the urge to plunge fiercely into her, perhaps having sensed her inexperience. But she no longer cared about keeping control of the situation—her own need was too unbearable.
Andreas gave a muffled groan and shifted between her legs. Slowly, with infinite care, he began to ease himself in, inch by inch, backing out slightly before pushing himself in a little farther each time as he felt her tight inner muscles stretch and ease enough to receive him.
“Relax, anasa mou,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes were closed now, and he paused after each tense movement to kiss and tease open the moist heat of her lips. “Let me in.”
She arched her back in response, trying to relax.
Sensing her eagerness, Andreas eased her thighs even wider apart and pushed inside. He felt her inner muscles contract rhythmically around him, coaxing, squeezing, and pulling him farther and deeper inside the mysterious darkness of her body. His chest pressed against the full softness of her breasts, crushing her peaked nipples.
Kizzy’s breath was coming hot and furious against the smooth column of his neck, and the mingled heat of their bodies caused a sharp, intoxicating blade of lust to slice through her. She couldn’t wait much longer.
“I need you now,” she pleaded.
Gripping the hard muscles of his buttocks, she raised her thighs upward, reveling in the coarse rasp of the hair on his hard-muscled legs, and wrapped them tightly around his waist before tipping her pelvis and encouraging the full weight of his large frame to crush their bodies together.
She bit into the flesh of his shoulder to smother the slight gasp of shock that rocketed through her as she took his full, swollen length to the hilt. She felt an intense ache deep within as he began to thrust.
A low, threatening growl came from deep within his throat as his thrusts became more insistent, urgent, heated. She cried out with pleasure as his hands slipped beneath her bottom, dragging her against him, and he pushed himself faster and deeper inside her. Pinned to the bed and almost hallucinating with desire, she moaned as the air between them thickened and pulsed with every fevered movement. Every atom of her being craved and reached for climax. She clung to his undulating, sweat-slicked shoulders. Her lips met his frantically as he smothered her cries of ecstasy with hard, possessive kisses, pulling her to him urgently. She cried out incoherently, the tension in her body reaching intolerable heights
Silver sparks flashed over the darkness of her closed eyelids and she felt the powerful pulse of his body pounding his penis into her, his strength and fury leaving her in no doubt that he had mastered and possessed her, invading the soft, wanton abandon of her own flesh.
“That’s it,” he urged.
Her primitive groans inflamed his furious progress, and sensing the crescendo building, she eagerly rose and fell beneath and around him, willing him to lose control, to lose himself inside her body, but knowing she would be lost first.
“Take me in, let me fill you, let go—”
Her eyes flickered open briefly to find him watching her like a brooding volcano before she threw back her head, her fingers pulling at his raging body, and then heard a low, dark unmistakable female sound as her body shuddered and convulsed. Her eyes swam with stars behind closed lids and a voice cried out his name as she shattered beneath him in ecstasy.
“Now…” Andreas clasped her hips firmly, his thumbs pressed hard against the soft angle of her bones. He cursed in his own language as his eyes blazed over the trembling of her swollen breasts and the moist, parting of her mouth. “Yes…”
His eyes fluttered shut as Andreas groaned and shuddered his own release in a succession of hot, pulsating thrusts that seemed to fill her tightness, stretching her even further to increase their intoxicating pleasure, drawing out the very essence of him.
Kizzy writhed licentiously as she felt him come deep inside her, and both their cries filled the air as her body surrendered once again to wave upon wave of swirling, blinding, shocking orgasm.
Chapter Nine
“Dear God, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Andreas lay staring blankly at the ceiling, one arm crooked underneath his head, the other cradling Kizzy’s soft limbs in the heat-hazy silence of dusk. His heartbeat was returning to normal after the most incredible sex he had ever experienced, and his muscles were now beginning to relax. He closed his eyes briefly as he recalled how taut his body had become before he had entered her, and how the crushed-berry color of her lips and nipples had almost driven him to take her too quickly. Hard, fast, immediately.
Somehow he’d managed to hold back—control had never been a problem for him in the past, but something about this woman was bewitching him like no other. He had summoned all his strength to slow things down, to take his time, savor her tight, silken body, and reacquaint himself slowly with the pleasures of female flesh.
But he’d been so consumed with desire that he hadn’t even considered the possibility he might be her first lover.
Andreas was now uncharacteristically confused. And unnerved by the heavy silence that seemed to throb like a guilty pulse in the wake of their incendiary passion.
He turned on his side and stroked the warm satin of her shoulder.
“Well?”
“Was it that obvious?” Kizzy whispered, and squeezed her eyes shut.
“No,” he replied softly. He noted her discomfort, but couldn’t let this go. He had to know the truth. “I would never have guessed but—the sheet …”
Her fingers snatched up the pristine, white cotton to cover her breasts. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”
“So you are a virgin! Or were,” he persisted. “You should have warned me.”
“I did try but I couldn’t get a word in at the time.”
Jerkily, she eased herself up in the bed onto her elbows.
“Then you should have been more forceful—made me listen.”
“And just how embarrassing would that have been? It’s a bad enough admission as it is, without having to make my lack of experience an issue during foreplay.” She frowned and twiddled a crisp, white edge of bedding between her fingers. Her voice dropped
to a murmur. “And besides, it would have spoiled the moment—it was what I wanted. I never imagined it could be like that, so overwhelming.”
“Did I hurt you?” A flash of anxiety shot through him at the thought that he might have caused her pain and then relief as she shook her head and shot him a shy smile. “But a virgin! I still can’t believe it—a virgin!”
“Yes, all right, there’s no need to try and humiliate me.”
“I’m not!” he replied indignantly and raked a hand quickly through his hair. “I’m shocked. But also very humbled. Your innocence was a beautiful gift but not something I will ever deserve.” He reached out and threaded his fingertips into her hair. “I can’t understand how it could be possible. You’re beautiful and clever—there must have been opportunities at college?”
“Of course there were, but I never met anyone who made me want to…and I had my studies to concentrate on.” She looked down awkwardly and chewed on her bottom lip. “And to be honest I was also scared—scared to death of what might happen.”
Andreas rubbed her earlobe and then pulled her closer in to him. “So now you see there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“I don’t mean afraid about it physically—not the act. Mum made a point of making sure I knew how sex and falling in love destroyed her life and the beginning of mine. I don’t think she was bitter and twisted about what happened to her, but she didn’t want me to make the same mistakes. Not that it’s been difficult—I’ve seen for myself what can happen to a woman at the hands of a drunk and angry man. It’s enough to put anyone off sex.”
“You’re talking about the one that died?”
“My stepfather.”
Andreas sat upright and crossed his elbows on top of his folded knees, giving himself enough time to disguise the rage he could feel building at her words. “And where was your real father when all this was happening?”
“He died when I was a small baby. A freak accident—bleeding on the brain following a bare-knuckle fight at a horse fair.”
He paused for a moment, his brow furrowed with thought. “You’re Gypsy?”
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