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He thrust open their bedroom door, whirled her round and devoured her mouth hungrily beneath his again, his tongue darting into the tender interior of her mouth, setting up a chain reaction of high voltage response inside her. This, she registered, was the sort of thing he believed should happen naturally, but from Bee’s point of view there was nothing natural about the fact that she was trembling and unable to think straight. The force of his passion knocked her off balance while a raging fire leapt up inside her to answer it. Locked together, they stumbled across the room and down on the bed, his hands smoothing over her Lycra-clad curves with an appreciative sound deep in his throat.
‘I don’t want anyone else seeing you dance like that,’ Sergios spelt out. ‘It’s too sexy—’
‘But that’s how I keep fit—it’s only exercise.’
‘It’s incredibly erotic,’ Sergios contradicted, wrenching off the shorts with impatient hands.
‘We really ought to be discussing this,’ she told him anxiously.
A heart-breaking smile slashed his beautiful mouth. ‘I don’t want to talk about it…we’ve talked it to death.’
That smile made her stretch up to kiss him again, her fingertips smoothing over a hard cheekbone and delving into his silky black hair with a licence she had never allowed herself before. If they made love he would be hers as no other man had ever been and she wanted that with every fibre of her being and a strength of longing she had not known she was capable of feeling. Unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled it off his shoulders and he cast it off, laughing at her impatience. Standing up, he dispensed with the rest of his clothing at efficient speed and a tingling hum of arousal thrummed through her as she looked at his powerfully aroused body. He was ready for her.
Sergios pulled her up and peeled her free of the crop top and the sports bra she wore beneath. With a groan of sensual satisfaction he cupped the creamy swell of her breasts and licked and stroked the swollen pink tips until she shivered. ‘Perfect,’ he husked.
Liquid heat pooled between her legs as he located the damp stretch of fabric between her legs and eased a finger beneath it to trace her delicate centre. She twisted beneath his touch and lifted her hips as he took off her knickers. He kissed a trail down over her writhing length until he found the most trul
y sensitive spot of all. As he lingered there to subject her to the erotic torment of his skilled mouth and hand, she had to fight her innate shyness with all her might.
Had she been in control it would have been wrenched from her by the power of her response. As it was, she was free to abandon herself to sensation and she did, her head moving restively back and forth on the pillow, shallow gasps escaping her throat as her hips rose and fell on the bed. She was at the very height of excitement before he came over her and entered her in one effortless stroke. Even so there was still a stark moment of pain and she cried out as he completed his possession, driving home to the very core of her. The discomfort swiftly ebbed even as his invasive hard male heat awakened and stimulated her need again.
‘Sorry,’ he sighed with intense male pleasure. ‘I was as gentle as I could be.’
‘You’re forgiven,’ she murmured, very much preoccupied as she arched her spine and lifted her hips to accept more of him, desire driving her to obey her own needs.
‘You’re so tight,’ he breathed with earthy satisfaction, rising up on his elbows and withdrawing only to thrust back deeper into her receptive body in a movement that was almost unbearably exhilarating.
Her breath catching in her throat, her heart thundering with growing fervour she shut her eyes, revelling in the feel of him inside her. She writhed beneath him as he drove deeper with every compelling thrust and his fluid rhythm increased, plunging her into an intoxicating world of erotic and timeless delight. The excitement took over until all she was aware of was him and the hot, sweet pleasure gathering stormily at the heart of her. She reached an explosive climax and plunged over the edge into ecstasy, gasping and writhing in voluptuous abandon.
Shuddering over her, Sergios cried out with uninhibited fulfilment gripped by the longest, hottest climax of his life. As her arms came round him to hold him he pulled back, however, releasing her from his weight. He threw himself back against the pillows next to her, enforcing a separation she was not prepared for at that most intimate of moments.
‘That was unbelievably good, yineka mou,’ Sergios savoured, breathing in a lungful of much-needed air. ‘Thank you.’
Thank you? Bee blinked in bewilderment at that polite salutation and reached for his hand, closing her fingers round his and turning over to snuggle into his big powerful body, spreading her fingers across a stretch of his warm muscular torso. He stiffened at the contact.
‘I don’t do the cuddling thing, glikia mou.’
‘You’re not too old to learn,’ Bee told him dreamily, dazed by what they had just shared but also happy at the greater closeness she sensed between them. ‘You just persuaded me to do something spontaneous and that’s not usually my style.’
Recognising the truth that Beatriz almost always had a smart answer for everything, Sergios made no comment. Instead he settled curious dark golden eyes on her flushed face. ‘I hurt you. Are you sore?’
Bee gave a little experimental shift of her hips and winced. ‘A little.’
‘Shame,’ he pronounced with regret, a sensual curve to his firm mouth. ‘Right now, I would love to do it all over again but I’ll wait until tomorrow.’
‘You didn’t use a condom,’ Bee remarked, her surprise at that oversight patent.
‘I’m clean. I have regular health checks. Hopefully we’ll get away with it this once on the contraception front. I don’t keep condoms here,’ he admitted bluntly. ‘I don’t bring women to my home. I never have done.’
There were so many questions brimming on her lips but she wouldn’t let herself ask them. She liked the fact that the room and bed had not been used by other women. But she did want to know about his first wife—there was not even a photo of Krista on display in the house. Then there was his mistress, and where Bee and Sergios were to go from here, but that thorny question would be a case of too much too soon for a guy who had fought so hard to retain his freedom and keep his secrets. He wasn’t going to change overnight, she told herself ruefully.
Let’s make this a real marriage, he had said in the gym. Had he truly meant it? Or had a desire for sex momentarily clouded his judgement when her dancing awakened his libido? Could he simply have told her what he thought she wanted to hear? Uneasy at that suspicion, Bee tensed but refused to lower herself to the level of asking him if he was genuinely committed to their marriage. Expressing doubt, after all, might just as easily encourage what she most feared to come about.
‘We’ll put a pole up in the bedroom so that you can exercise in here where nobody else can see you,’ Sergios informed her lazily.
Bee could not believe her ears. His persistence on that subject was a revelation. He had not been joking in the gym when he said he didn’t want anyone else to see her dancing. ‘I didn’t think you would be such a prude.’
‘You’re my wife,’ Sergios reminded her, but his face was taut, as if giving her that label pained him.
