He stopped playing then, taking her lace-covered nipple deep inside his mouth, sucking and tugging on it with his teeth until a slow, dull ache started deep inside her. An ache she’d never felt before.
“Alex,” she murmured helplessly, not knowing what was happening to her, unsure of what to do with this extreme pleasure he was giving her.
He shifted his attention to her other breast. “Good?” he murmured, taking the hard peak inside his mouth.
“Mmm...” Her case of no words was rapidly getting worse. She shifted restlessly against his hard thigh, searching for some kind of relief. Sucking deeply on her nipple, he ran his hands down over her hips, found the hem of her dress and dragged it up, so he could settle his thigh between her bare legs. Oh... Izzie gasped at the sensation of his cloth-covered thigh rasping against her skin. It felt unbearably intimate and oh so good pressed against the damp heat of her. And she realized exactly what he’d given her. His hard muscles were the perfect antidote to the burning ache building inside of her. More so when she rocked against them and tiny sparks of electricity zigzagged through her.
“Theos, you’re going to be the end of me,” he muttered, lifting his head from her breast to stare at her, hot color staining his cheekbones.
The fact that he was as aroused as she was made every nerve ending quiver. Gave her a confidence she’d never known she had as she met his gaze, letting him see exactly how much she wanted him. He slid his thigh from between hers, pulled her against him, and bent slightly to run his hands up the back of her thighs. She drew in a breath as he cupped her bottom, arching her into him until she could feel his hard arousal. Good Lord. Her throat went dry. He felt big and hard and...intimidating. Very intimidating.
Biting down her apprehension, she held her breath as he traced the edge of her panties over the curve of her bottom. “A thong,” he muttered huskily in her ear. “You really are trying to be the ultimate male fantasy, aren’t you?”
Her cheeks burned as he brought his hands around to the front of her, pushing her back so he could trail his fingers teasingly along the front edge of her panties until he reached the damp warmth between her thighs.
His gaze speared hers. “Tell me what you want.”
Her legendary ability to talk failed her. How was she supposed to tell him that when she didn’t even know what she wanted? Her ex had never been into touching her there. Had never been interested in anything more than his own pleasure.
Alex saved her, his eyes darkening with amusement. “How about this?” he murmured, sliding his fingers against her through the thin material, pushing it into her so he could feel the damp evidence of her arousal.
Izzie closed her eyes.
He laughed softly, his thumb moving up to rotate against the hard nub at the center of her. “I love that I can turn you on like this.”
The wicked things he was doing with his thumb wiped her embarrassment clean from her head. She gripped the concrete wall harder with her hands, head thrown back, eyes closed as she gave herself in to the sensations he was administering.
“Alex,” she murmured, the need in her voice shocking her.
“Tell me what you want,” he encouraged softly.
“Anyone could see us here...”
“They’d have to have a telescope.”
What if they did? She stopped caring when he pressed his lips to her neck and increased the pressure of his thumb against her. “Touch me,” she pleaded desperately, her hips rotating against his hand.
“But I am...”
“You know what I mean.”
The first slide of his fingers against her hot, swollen flesh was the single most pleasurable thing she’d felt in her adult life. Her knees went weak and she leaned against the wall for support. “Theos, you are so turned on,” he groaned, moving his thumb up to the hard button of her arousal, this time without any barrier. “This what you want, Iz?” he murmured, beginning that maddening set of circles against her that was building an unbearable tension in her body. Izzie bit back the moan that rose in her throat, convinced she wasn’t going to make it through this. Every nerve in her body felt as if it was centered under his fingers, and it felt so good she was crazy with it.
“Yes.” Twisting restlessly against him, she begged him for more, faster, anything that would help her deal with the insane ache he was building in her.
“And this?” There was a raspy edge to his voice as he slid one of his long fingers inside her. Izzie sank her teeth into her lip, feeling her body accommodate the intrusion. Then the incredible feeling of him stroking her, stretching her, sent her to a whole other stratosphere.
“Alex,” she heard herself say brokenly, no longer in control of anything she was doing or feeling.
“More?” he asked, sliding another of those pleasure-inducing fingers into her, waiting while she accepted him. This time her gasp rang out on the night air as he set a rhythm that was taking her somewhere she knew she wanted to go. Now. Before she shattered into a million little pieces.
“Please,” she begged him, not knowing what to do, what to ask for to make it happen.
He bent his head to hers, dragging his mouth across her swollen lips. “Go with it, Iz,” he urged in a soft, husky voice that inflamed her senses. “Let yourself go.”
“I don’t— Oh,” she breathed against his lips as he slid his thumb against the center of her while his fingers continued to slide in and out of her, increasing their rhythm now until there was such an unbearable tension focused between her legs she thought she would scream.
Then, with one last maddening press of his thumb against her, he took her over the edge, the most exquisite wave of pleasure washing over her, stiffening her limbs and focusing every nerve in her body on the white-hot pleasure radiating out from the center of her. She shoved a fist into her mouth, terrified she would scream out as he kept his fingers pressed to her to extract every last second of her orgasm.
Her first. The mind-shattering pleasure soaked her senses as she came slowly back to reality and found Alex watching her, the intent look on his face telling her he’d guessed it had been exactly that.
“That’s never happened to you before.”
“No.”
“Are you a virgin?”
She shook her head.
The tension in the hard set of his jaw slackened.
“Would it have mattered?”
“Of course it would have. I told you I don’t get complicated with women, Isabel.”
“And a virgin is more complicated?” She didn’t get it. She was one step removed from being one herself, and it didn’t feel complicated.
He shrugged. “Of course they are. Women always want to romanticize their first sexual experience. Didn’t you?”
She shook her head. “My ex-boyfriend was more interested in satisfying himself than me. Not that we want to dredge up stories of past lovers,” she added lightly, desperately afraid he might ask her exactly how many men she’d slept with.
“No, we don’t,” he agreed, bending down to slide an arm under her knees so he could swing her up into his arms. “I can think of much better things to do with the time.”
Izzie had never been carried by a man. Which was a shame, really, because she felt so delicate and feminine in Alex’s arms as he carried her inside she decided it was an experience every woman should have at least once in her life.
He set her down on the cool hardwood floor of the utterly masculine master bedroom he’d shown her on the tour earlier. The bedroom featured the same floor-to-ceiling views the rest of the penthouse had, decorated in rich, muted tones that perfectly reflected the man himself.
She looked around as he flicked on some lamps. “No curtains.”
He gave her an amused look. “You can’t see in the glass, only out.”
Which made it the perfect venue for an incredibly erotic sexual experience, she decided, trying not to jump out of her skin as he moved behind her and set his teeth to her shoulder. “Was that y
our idea or the builder’s?”
He laughed softly. “The builder’s. Were you imagining me creating some sort of seduction pad?”
She shrugged, jealousy flaring inside her despite the fact that she had absolutely no claim on him. “I’m sure you’ve brought more than a few women up here.”
His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. “Are you asking?”
She made herself shake her head. Except when he unhooked it with extreme ease and flipped it to the floor, she thought maybe she should.
He slid his arms around her and cupped her breasts. “I’m a pretty choosy guy when it comes to female companionship.”
She gasped as his thumbs brought her nipples back to erectness. She was sure he could afford to be.
The soft rasp of her zipper came next. Cool air hit her skin as he pushed the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in her thong. She swallowed hard as he turned her around and surveyed her from head to toe. “Beautiful,” he said softly, his gaze catching and holding hers. “You take my breath away, Isabel.”
She felt breathless, unable to pull even the tiniest bit of air into her lungs. He picked up her hand and placed it over the top button of his shirt. “I think I’m a bit overdressed, don’t you?”
The thought of exposing all that hard, tanned flesh had her hands shaking as she worked on the first button. It slipped frustratingly out of her grasp.
“Relax.” He captured her hand and lifted it to his mouth. “We’re in no hurry here.”
The calm, sexy assurance in his gaze grounded her, made her heart flip over in anticipation. Returning her fingers to the buttons, she managed to get the first one undone. Then the second and third, exposing a mouthwatering expanse of olive-skinned torso. Dear heavens, he had one of those six-packs, what looked like the consummate athlete’s body. Insane.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her mouth dry as she took him in. Alex groaned. “Christós, Izzie, touch me. I’m going a little nuts here....”
Emboldened by the want in his eyes, she lifted her hand to trace his pecs, feathering her palms down over his nipples. His quick intake of breath spurred her on, sending her hands down over the taut muscles of his washboard stomach. He was all hard male and nothing but. It thrilled and intimidated her at the same time.
Forcing herself not to think, she moved her hands to his belt, her unsteady but determined fingers pulling the leather from the buckle. His zipper was next, her hands brushing against his arousal as she pulled it down. He let out a tortured groan.
She lifted her gaze to his. “Should I stop?”
A harsh bark of laughter escaped him. “I would say that’s the last thing you should do.”
She kept going, unsure exactly about what she was supposed to be doing because with her ex there had never been any foreplay. Letting her instincts guide her, she slid her hands inside the waistband of his pants and pushed them down over his hips to the floor. He stepped out of them, clad only in a pair of sexy, body-hugging black boxers that did little to disguise the thick, hard length of him. At that moment, looking at his size, she wasn’t at all sure this was going to work.
He must have seen the uncertainty in her face. Sliding his fingers under her jaw, he brought her gaze back up to his. “I’m big, Izzie, I know, but I promise I won’t hurt you. We’ll take this as slow as we need to, okay?”
She nodded, wondering why she trusted this man she hadn’t even known for twenty-four hours more than she’d trusted anyone in her life. He lifted her up and carried her over to the huge king-size bed, the soft satin sheets and comforter of which were indeed white. Her head landed in the fluffy pillows, a smile curving her lips. “How’s the hair?”
He ran his gaze lazily over her, his mouth quirking up on one side. “Better than I could have imagined.”
Resting a knee on the bed, he looked every bit the part of an incredibly sexy Greek god, and her heart tripped over itself. Then went into freefall as he laid another one of those lazy, never-ending kisses on her that brought her body firing back to life in a heated rush. His hand slid down between her legs to caress her sensitized flesh, stroking her gently until she was once again writhing under his touch.
“Alex...” She wanted more this time. Wanted that incredible hard length of him she’d touched inside her.
He rose in a swift movement and stripped off his boxers, sheathing a condom over the jutting evidence of his arousal. She stared dry-mouthed at the size of his erection as he came back to her, his powerful thighs nudging hers apart. It had been two years since she’d been with her ex. Did your body go back to a virginal state after that amount of time? She supposed she was about to find out.
He read her expression easily. A corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile. “Sweetheart, you’re so ready for me I can guarantee this isn’t going to be an issue.”
Her heart skipped a beat. And then his hands were sliding under her hips, lifting her as he moistened the tip of his erection with her wetness. Izzie closed her eyes, his erotic foreplay much too much for her to meet head-on.
The first couple of inches as he took her made her gasp and open her eyes. “Alex,” she breathed, “I can’t—”
“Shh.” He set a finger against her lips, holding himself completely still. “Wait...”
She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to relax. And felt her body slowly loosen, stretch to accommodate him, until the discomfort she was feeling turned into something very different.
“Okay?”
She nodded her head up and down, opening her eyes. “More.”
His gaze darkened, the iron control he was holding over himself evident in the tense set of his jaw as he slid another couple of inches into her. Pure pleasure sliced through her at the incredible feeling of him filling her, but still he held back. She arched her hips in invitation. “Alex,” she murmured. “I’m good.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
His thrust, as he took her completely, stole her breath. Had her digging her nails into the sheets at the feeling of him everywhere inside her, knowing she couldn’t have taken another inch...another centimeter even.
He tightened his hands around her hips, withdrew ever so slowly, then eased into her again, making her feel it all over.
“Theos, Izzie, you feel so good,” he gritted out, taking her again and again until she was half-crazy for him. Built a slow-burning fire he fanned with every rhythmic slide inside her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he encouraged huskily, her gasp of pleasure as she did so and felt him even deeper echoing throughout the room. And then there was no longer self-control, holding back. Now there was only his fierce, deep strokes as he buried himself inside her, his throaty words of encouragement as she took him deeper and deeper the most potent aphrodisiac. Her gaze met his as he slid his hands out from under her hips and braced them on either side of her, his muscular biceps holding him above her. Higher and higher, watching her the entire time, he took her ever closer to that insanely good release she now knew was right around the corner.
“Hell, Izzie,” he ground out, a sheen of perspiration breaking out on his brow. “I can’t stand this much longer.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, her gaze locking onto his. “Now, Alex...I’m so close.”
With a muttered curse, he drove into her then, faster, harder, until a burst of pleasure tightened her body around him and send her spiraling off into a wave of sensation that seemed to go on forever. He groaned as she contracted around him, swelled inside of her and found his own release, his hoarse cry the sexiest thing she thought she’d ever heard.
She lay there, his big body on top of her, limbs entangled with hers, their ragged breathing slowing on the night air. And knew that what had just happened was something incredibly unusual—that intense connection that had fueled everything between them today. She wasn’t so naive she didn’t realize that.
“Okay?” Alex lifted himself up on his forearms to study her face.
A smile she couldn’t hide curved her lips. “More than okay.”
“I’d have to agree with that,” he said softly, shifting onto one arm so he could run a finger down her cheek. “That was incredible.”
The heat that bloomed under his fingers must have been visible because he laughed softly and pulled her close. “A little late for shyness, agape. You blew me away.”
Which was such a switch from what her ex had told her afterward. It was like wiping away the past in one fell, satisfying swoop. “The Greek is...very sexy,” she murmured. “I think I’m a sucker for it.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I fall into it sometimes when I’m passionate about something.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip in a caress that gave her goose bumps, his voice deepening to a husky whisper. “I would demonstrate more but it’s late and you look exhausted.”
She was exhausted. And although she wanted to stay awake, to enjoy as much of this amazing night with Alex as she could, she didn’t protest when he shifted onto his side and tucked her against his warm, hard frame. Exhaustion overtook her, settling her lashes down on her cheeks.
Her last thought was that this entire day had been meant to happen for a reason. She had been meant to face up to her biggest fear once and for all. Meant to enjoy this one amazing night with this incredible man. The problem was, she thought sleepily, she couldn’t see any other man ever living up to it.
CHAPTER FIVE
“YOU’RE GOING TO love me as usual.”
Alex held his phone to his ear as he eased away from the warmth of Izzie’s body and out of bed, his PA’s comment making him smile. “I already love you for being up at—” he glanced at his watch as he walked out into the living room “—midnight working.”
“You know I’m a control freak,” she returned drily. “The plane and pilot are ready for you.”
“You are amazing.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Remind me what the red tape is for flying someone else back on the jet...? Gerry just needs to add them to the manifest, right?”
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