‘Like that,’ I tell him, my words a mantra. ‘Like that, like that, ohGod, like that.’
I rock back against his erection then forward against his hand. He lets out a string of curses in time to my bucking.
His head is resting against the side of mine, his teeth at the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. He’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. I only care about what his right hand is doing.
I close my eyes, on the edge of shattering.
But then he stops.
‘Fuck.’
‘What?’ I ask, barely aware of my surroundings.
A moment later, I hear footsteps on the path. He bends down to grab my sarong as my shaking hands struggle to re-tie my bikini.
I can hear Theo talking Greek, but there’s someone else with him, a woman whose voice I don’t recognise.
‘I forgot she was coming,’ he whispers, his eyes flashing in irritation.
‘Who?’
‘My aunt.’
He puts his fingers to his lips so I keep quiet, and he goes to meet them.
‘ThiaKiki!’ He greets her like he’s been looking forward to seeing her all day.
I stay hidden between the half-open door and wall. Surely they’ll take one look at him and know something’s up. Literally. His swimming shorts don’t leave a lot to the imagination.
Mark launches into a story about looking for a cat that had snuck into the shed and suggests Theo take his aunt back to the house while he double-checks it’s not trapped and then locks up.
I hold my breath, waiting for them to reply. What if they offer to help him look? Or if Theo twigs there aretwohalf-drunk Coke bottles on the lawn so Mark isn’t alone?
After a few moments, they agree to head back to the house and to wait for him there.
Mark re-enters the shed with a cocky grin on his face.
‘Oh, fuck off that you found that hilarious,’ I hiss. ‘You think they believed that cat story?’
‘I told them I was taking care of a pussy. Where’s the lie?’
I’m in no mood for jokes. My pulse is still racing, and all that languid arousal has set like concrete in my veins.
‘Imagine if she’d walked in while we were …?’
I can’t finish the sentence.
We both fall silent.
‘What’s she doing here?’ I ask, annoyed he doesn’t seem as freaked out as I am.
‘I was supposed to go and see her in Limassol today but after last night, she suggested she come here instead. I’m sorry, I forgot. It’s been a long day.’ He picks up his soggy shirt. ‘I’m going to go back to the house. Give it ten minutes then join us. If you go via the patio to your room, they won’t see you’ve come from the garden.’
‘Why do I need to join you?’
‘She wants to meet you.’
‘What on earth for?’
