His hand slid under her bottom, shifting her position. ‘You have scars on your body, yes,’ he said thickly, ‘but it’s still your body. One day, when you have my babies, you might have stretch marks or maybe other scars, but this will still be your body. And it’s your body that I want. No other woman’s.’
Babies?
Her head was spinning, her pulse racing out of control as she struggled to hold onto her thoughts before they slipped away. He’d said—Had he said…?
While she was struggling with his words, he entered her with a determined thrust, sliding deep, and Millie gave up on any thought of responding because the feel of him inside her drove every coherent thought from her brain. Unprepared for his invasion, she tried to make a sound but his mouth closed over hers and he held her hips as he drove deeper still, his virile thrust taking him straight to the heart of her. This time there was no gentle foreplay, no slow, clever strokes of his long fingers. Just an unapologetic demonstration of raw sexuality and male dominance.
His hand locked in her hair, Leandro lifted his head just enough to allow him to speak. ‘Can you feel me, Millie?’ He growled the words against her lips and ground deeper inside her. ‘Can you feel me inside you?’ He was big, hard and shockingly male, and she sobbed his name and dug her nails into his back, her body so sensitised by his invasion that she could hardly breathe. In that moment she’d never felt so wanted, truly desired.
His breathing unsteady, he gently bit her lower lip and then soothed it with his tongue. ‘You feel incredible,’ he murmured huskily, and he withdrew slightly and her eyes flew wide.
‘No…’
‘No what?’ He gave a slow, wicked smile, withdrawing still further. ‘No, don’t stop—or, no, don’t do this?’
‘Leandro…’
He kept her on the edge for several agonising seconds and then slid deep again, the movement sending shock waves of excitement through her trembling frame.
‘This isn’t pity sex,’ he breathed, lifting her hips to allow him even, ‘it’s hot sex, agape mou. It’s what you and I share. Can you feel it?’
Millie was incapable of speech, her body rushing forward to meet the pleasure that he was creating with each skilled, fluid stroke. For a delicious moment her eyes met his. He held that look, the connection between them impossibly intimate. And then everything inside her splintered apart and she arched her back as her body was convulsed by an erotic explosion so intense that she couldn’t catch her breath. The sensations devoured her, tearing through her body like a ravenous beast on the rampage, and she felt the sudden tension in his body and the increase in masculine thrust that brought him to the same dizzying peak of hot liquid pleasure.
Millie lay in dazed, breathless silence for a moment, her mind incapable of functioning. She was dimly aware of the hot sun burning her leg and the roughness of his thigh against her more sensitive flesh. And then she heard the distant buzz of a motorboat somewhere in the distance and was suddenly hideously conscious of the fact they were naked.
‘Leandro…’ She pushed against his bare shoulder, suddenly panicking that someone was going to see them. ‘We have to move.’
‘Why?’ Typically relaxed, he raised himself onto his elbow and surveyed her from under thick, dark lashes. ‘What’s the hurry?’
‘Your staff—’
‘Don’t venture near my private terrace,’ he said smoothly, dropping a lingering kiss to her parted lips.
‘But what if one of them comes to clear up the breakfast things?’
‘I’ll fire them.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘Relax.’
But she couldn’t relax. ‘I should check Costas.’
‘He has a nanny, remember? And if he was awake you would have heard him through the baby alarm.’
‘What if it isn’t working? I need to get dressed, Leandro.’
‘No. You don’t. You just want to hide your body and I’m not going to let you.’
‘You may be comfortable with nudity, but that’s only because you look great.’
‘Thank you.’ Laughing, he caught her face in his hands. ‘You have a great body, too. I thought I’d just proved that. You’re not running away.’
Millie bit her lip and then gave a faltering smile. ‘I really do want to see the baby. It’s been such an upheaval for him, being passed around as if he’s some sort of trophy. He needs stability and security. I want him to know I’m here. I need to take a shower and dress.’
He sighed and lowered his mouth to hers. ‘You are quite extraordinary,’ he murmured softly, stroking her hair back from her face. ‘Go on, then. I’ll see you in a minute.’
Her senses and emotions churning from what had happened between them, she drew away from him and walked awkwardly across the terrace and back into the bedroom.
Locking herself in the bathroom, she turned on the shower, wondering what exactly had it all meant to him. What had he been proving? Convinced that he’d made love to her in the night out of some misplaced sense of guilt, she was no longer sure of anything. Not even herself. Her body still ached and tingled from their lovemaking and she stepped under the shower and then changed into a long cotton skirt and a strap top.
She contemplated blow-drying her hair and decided against it, anxious in case Costas had woken and was upset.