‘To get protection.’ A frown creased his perfectly symmetrical brow. ‘Unless you want to start trying for another child right away?’
Nothing could dampen the pleasure she was feeling, but his words pulled her some of the way back to sanity. Another child? Another chance to experience motherhood, without the stress she’d known constantly since Max’s birth? But, no. That wasn’t something you just went into lightly. She needed to think about it, make sure it was the right decision. She shook her head, smiling to hide how tumultuously affected she was by that idea. ‘I’m not ready.’
A firm nod from him and then he was gone, walking across the room before disappearing through the door and reappearing less than a minute later, a string of metallic squares dangling from his fingertips, his body now completely naked. His grin showed he wasn’t at all affected by her decision about the casually suggested next child, but she barely registered his facial expression. Her entire attention was taken by his physique—his strength, his perfectly honed body, his lithe grace, his easy athleticism, and the impossible-to-miss state of arousal. Her eyes clung to his erection, a hint of panic spearing through her at the idea of that fitting inside her.
‘God, you’re beautiful.’ Pleasure spread through her at his compliment. No, not just at the compliment, but the way it sounded—as though it had been wrenched from the heart of his soul, as though he couldn’t not say it because he felt it with every fibre of his being. It was though he was marvelling at her, worshipping her, even.
‘You’ve changed since that night. These are bigger.’ He reached for her breasts, cupping them in his hands, his fingers brushing over her nipples.
They were. After Max, her breasts had never gone back to their previous size, though they were still modest.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said again, shaking his head with a rueful grin before bringing his mouth to hers, kissing her until she was breathless and starlight danced behind her eyelids. She groaned, lifting her legs around his waist, holding him tight.
‘I was just thinking the same thing about you.’
She felt his smile against her shoulder and then he was pushing up, running his hand over the side of her face, his eyes searching hers, as though he wanted to say something to her but couldn’t find the words. She held her breath anyway, her heart beating overtime, and in her mind she knew what she wanted to hear.
Her eyes flew wide but there was no time to process the foolishness of what she was hoping for—the idea that Dimitrios might love her. If she’d had time to consider it, she might have realised how foolish it was to cement their arrangement with this next step, but he was already parting her legs and pushing his arousal against her womanhood, and animal instincts took over, shoving worry, thought and perception clear from her mind.
She tilted her hips, welcoming him even as he pushed deeper, slowly at first, so she dug her nails into his side and groaned, ‘Please, now,’ until he drove himself the rest of the way, deep, hard and fast, just as she longed for. His length filled her so she needed a second to adjust to the sensation of his possession, but only a second, and then he was moving again, each thrust of his length exactly what she needed, so she found herself tipping closer to the edge of pleasure. Her fingers sunk into the mattress, her hands curling round the soft sheets, ripping them loose from the bed as she surrendered to the moment, lost on a wave of perfection and euphoria.
She rode that intense wave of pleasure until it crashed around her, spreading heat through her entire body, her head thrashing from side to side, her moans filling the luxurious bedroom, the waves rocking the boat nothing to the waves that were rocking her soul.
As with her last orgasm, he waited only a moment for her breath to slow and then he was moving again, expertly shifting her body a little so she was on her side. Each movement he made reached different parts of her, sending new shockwaves of awareness tearing through her; his hands on her breasts was the last straw, each touch of her nipples seeming to light a fire inside her that there could be no hope of extinguishing.
Their faces were an inch apart, his eyes on hers the whole time, watching her, reading her, trying to understand her, and the intensity of his gaze added a whole new level of intimacy to the experience. A tear rolled down her cheek; she was powerless to stop it. He leaned forward and kissed it, then moved his mouth to hers so she tasted saltiness and passion. This kiss was soft, gentle, stirring something deep in her belly, even as heat and passion coursed through her veins.
He growled low in his throat, moved harder and faster and this time, when pleasure wrenched her from Earth and spirited her far into the heavens, he released himself with one deep, passionate thrust, spilling his seed from his body, her name on his lips filling the room, mingling with her fervent cries, a harmony of intense pleasure and need.
Afterwards, there was not silence, so much as music. The rhythm of their breathing, the humming she made as she tried to process the extent of their pleasure, the rocking of the boat like a dance into which they were being drawn.
Tension had been dogging Annie for a long time. Seven years? It was as though it had been building ever since that night and now it had finally broken; like the bursting of a dam, something had been loosened and Annie felt...free. She smiled. It was like a weight being lifted from her chest. She’d come home.
Home.
She lifted a hand to his chest, her fingertips pressing against his sternum, so she could feel the solid beating of his heart. She closed her eyes, a smile tingling her lips as she sighed.
Exhaustion was chasing pleasure. She felt as though she could sleep for a week.
But there was a normal life to get back to.
Max.
Her eyes flew open. Dimitrios was watching her, so her heart rate kicked up a notch, renewed desire firing in the pit of her stomach. And even as his arousal was filling her, she felt as though she wanted him all over again.
She ran her fingers sideways, finding his nipple and brushing it slowly. To her surprise, he made a growling noise, as though the same pleasure that had filled her at his touch was now moving through him.
She wanted to explore this, to learn how to pleasure him. No, she wanted to learn how to drive him crazy, how to make him feel a thousand and one things, including the complete loss of control she’d experienced. For years Annie had lain dormant, the sexuality he?
??d stirred completely disregarded in her day-to-day existence, but now it was bursting to life inside her, refusing to be contained. She had a hunger; she had no idea if she could ever control it.
But Max...
‘I hate to say this, but we really should think about going back.’
His fingertip traced a line from her chin to her shoulder, then across her clavicle to the indent at the base of her throat. It was such a light touch, but his familiarity and possessive confidence was a whole new level of sensuality.
‘Why?’ he murmured.