‘Are you hungry?’
His arms came up on either side of her head. She looked up at him mutely and shook her head, thinking to herself, Only for you.
One hand came down and cupped her shoulder, feeling the smooth satin skin. ‘The moment I saw you in this dress I wanted to do this…’
‘What’s that?’
‘Take you out of it…’
‘Oh…’
He bent his head, but didn’t take her mouth. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing, smoothing, his tongue flicking out to taste. Teeth nipping gently. A tiny shudder went through her. He turned his attention to the jewelled clip and with smooth finesse flicked it open. The dress fell down under its own weight, baring her lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze, the nipples hard and pouting for his attention. When his mouth closed over one through the sheer material, Kallie sagged back even more, an electric wire of sensation connecting to her groin, making her breathe harshly. An unstoppable force was building up, an urgency that only this man could assuage.
She pulled his head back up and clasped it in her hands, kissing him deeply. Her tongue making a sensual foray, searching for his…tangling in a heated dance. The sense of urgency drove her. She blindly searched for buttons, popping them open with scant regard for care, wanting to feel his broad chest, the smooth skin, the light smattering of hair which led in a silky line all the way down to his trousers. Her hand traced this line as they kissed. Her fingers met the buckle and all without looking, or thinking, only feeling, she opened the buckle, then his trousers and slid her hands around and under, reaching around to pull him towards her and caress his bottom.
He groaned against her mouth, ‘Kallie, Kallie…’
She whispered against his mouth, ‘I want you, Alexandros…’
Here, like this, when nothing existed but the heat between them, she could be honest. Indulge her weakness.
Taking her mouth again with a fevered urgency that made her exultant, Kallie felt him reach under her dress, pulling it up, fingers finding the sides of her panties and sliding them down over her hips. She helped when they fell and stepped out of them. And in turn she pushed down his trousers and briefs, which snagged on his erection for a moment. He kicked his clothes aside impatiently.
She tore her mouth away from his and reached for him, holding him. Alexandros braced two hands on the door behind her. His eyes glittered fiercely as she looked up at him, her hands sliding up and down the shaft.
Two slashes of colour raced across his cheekbones, and she saw him swallow, fight for control. She couldn’t help but exult in the power she had over him in these all too brief moments. He stopped her hands with one of his.
‘Stop…unless you want to make me lose it…’
With easy strength, he lifted her up, her legs automatically coming around his waist, and with her back resting against the door, with one smooth movement he surged up and into her, piercing her moist silken flesh with his. She gripped his neck and stifled her gasp of pure pleasure against his heated skin, against the corded muscles that spoke of his effort to control himself.
Time and time again he thrust up into the heart of her, taking them both on a roller-coaster ride, more intense than ever before. When he thrust upwards for the final time, Kallie’s whole body shook with the violence of her orgasm, and shook still as he threw back his head and allowed himself to spill into her, his release unending. It took a long time for the room to right itself or for either of them to have the strength to extricate themselves. Alexandros lowered her gently back down and Kallie’s legs couldn’t hold her up. They buckled and she would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her and swung her into his arms. She buried her head in his shoulder and he brought her into the bedroom, kicking open the door of the bathroom.
The bath was full, the water lukewarm. Kallie lifted her head in surprise. ‘You were going to have a bath?’
He set her down and shook his head, avoiding her eye. ‘No. It was for you. I told Cécile to call me when you’d be leaving…’ And the minute she came in the door you fell on her like a lust-crazed teenager.
Self-derision made his movements jerky, but Kallie was too stunned to notice. He’d done this for her? She could feel the shaking set in again. She just couldn’t fathom this…or the strength of her climax, which still left her feeling slightly shell-shocked and sensitive to the touch all over.
She watched as Alexandros briskly turned on the tap, emptying in more hot water. Then he helped her out of her clothes and into the bath, where she sank down into foam and bubbles so exquisite she had to catch her breath.
‘I’ll go and heat up the dinner.’
She looked up at him. He should have looked ridiculous, standing there naked in nothing but his open shirt…but he didn’t. He looked virile and masculine. Her eyes travelled down. Already one part of him was making a comeback. She hurriedly averted her gaze. After the last climax she didn’t think she could survive another like it any time soon.
‘OK, that’d be lovely, I’m starving now,’ she babbled inanely.
He left and Kallie breathed out. And then felt tears threaten. What was wrong with her? And what was wrong with him? And how much longer could she endure this exquisite punishment? She let the water calm and soothe her but couldn’t relax fully, his behaviour was confusing her. She was out and wrapped in a voluminous toweling robe when he came back to tell her the food was ready.
He’d prepared a delicious meal of pastitsio, a Greek form of lasagne, with lots of crusty bread. Kallie fell on the food, feeling like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Which, she realised, she hadn’t really.
He watched her eat, shaking his head. ‘You really are unbelievable. Any other woman I know would run screaming into the hills if faced with a plate of food like that, but you can polish it off in minutes.’
Kallie blushed, feeling like the overweight teenager she’d been all over again. He reached across and grabbed her hand. ‘It’s a good thing, Kallie. Just because you had a little bit of puppy fat growing up…’
She took her hand away and said lightly, ‘It must be a refreshing change. You’ll be back to watching women chase a lettuce leaf around their plates in no time.’
Before he could say anything else, she took the plates over to the dishwasher. She was unaware of the spasm of emotion that had crossed his face for a split second. He was silent behind her and when she finally turned around, his expression was cool, blank. She felt awkward.