Breathless, stunned, she lay there listening to his harsh breathing, feeling the tension in his slick shoulders. And then he gathered her against him and hugged her tightly. ‘Tell me I wasn’t too rough.’
Feeling too weak to speak, all Kelly could manage was a brief shake of her head, and Alekos frowned as he pushed her tangled hair away from her face with a gentle hand.
‘I was too rough?’
‘You were perfect,’ she croaked and he gave a slow, satisfied smile as he rolled onto his back, holding her against him.
‘I was trying to be extra-gentle,’ he murmured, kissing the top of her head. ‘But you’re so much smaller than me.’
Pressed against the hard muscle of his shoulder, Kelly was well aware of that fact. ‘You’re—it was—’
‘Incredible.’ His grip on her tightened. ‘You were incredible. Especially given the amount of light in the room.’
Kelly’s face burned at the memory of his intimate exploration. ‘You didn’t exactly give me a choice.’
‘After your performance in the shower, erota mou, it is a waste of time pretending to me that you are a shrinking virgin.’ A sardonic gleam in his eye, Alekos ran his tongue over the seam of his mouth suggestively, and Kelly wondered how it was that she could still feel completely desperate for him.
‘Maybe you do need a bit more practice.’ She slid her hand slowly down his body, entranced by the differences between them. Her thigh was pale against the bronzed, hair-roughened length of his, soft against hard and strong, feminine against masculine.
‘Keep doing that and we won’t be getting up today.’ Alekos gave a slow smile and closed his hands over her hips, shifting her so that she straddled him.
Feeling him pressed hard against her, Kelly gave a soft gasp. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I happen to like the view from here,’ he said huskily, his jaw clenching as Kelly took the initiative and slowly slid herself onto his erection.
From this angle she was able to watch his face and she felt a flash of satisfaction as his eyes darkened. Slowly rotating her hips, she took him deeper, and this time she was the one who shackled his hands, pinning them above his head as she rode him.
It gave her a sense of power, holding him there, even though she knew he could free himself in a minute and take control.
Leaning forward, she licked at his mouth, smiling against his lips as she felt his strong fingers biting into her hips.
‘Theé mou, you feel incredible,’ he groaned, meeting each swirl of her hips with his own rhythmic thrusts. Kelly’s hair fell forward, forming a curtain as they kissed, their bodies moving together as everything grew sharper and hotter.
She felt him tense beneath her, felt his grip on her hips tighten, and then his final thrust hurled them both forwards into an explosion of sensation. The intensity of her orgasm shattered her and she pressed her mouth to the sleek skin of his shoulder, sobbing his name as they tumbled over the edge together.
‘Why four children?’ His mobile in his hand, Alekos leaned across and adjusted the angle of Kelly’s hat, making sure that her skin was protected from the burning heat of the sun.
‘It just seems like a nice number. I was an only child. I always thought childhood was probably easier if there were more of you. A sister would have been great, someone to laugh, cry and paint your toenails with. How about you?’
‘I’ve never felt much of a need for someone to paint my toenails with.’
Kelly grinned and emptied another blob of sunscreen onto her leg. ‘I’m quite relieved about that, actually.’
‘Do you want me to rub that in for you?’
‘No.’ Blushing, she smoothed the cream over her leg. ‘Last time you did that, we ended up back in bed.’
A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth and he watched her with lazy amusement. ‘And that’s a problem?’
‘No.’ Not a problem at all. He made her feel beautiful. ‘But I’m enjoying talking to you.’
‘I can talk and perform at the same time,’ he said silkily, and Kelly shot him a warning look, trying to ignore the immediate response of her heart.
‘Try and last six seconds without thinking about sex. Try really hard.’
‘If you’re going to flaunt yourself in a miniscule bikini, then you are asking the impossible.’
‘You bought me the bikini.’ But she loved the fact that he couldn’t get enough of her. ‘I don’t suppose I’ll be fitting into this for much longer anyway.’ From under the brim of her hat, Kelly sneaked a glance at him, testing the temperature of his mood, wondering if the reference to her pregnancy would upset the balance of the atmosphere.