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He drew back slightly, brushing his hand lightly across the juncture of her thighs, slowing to explore the delicate folds there.
Sophie moaned into his mouth and the blood rushed faster in his arteries. The tension in him so immense he trembled with it.
There. His questing fingers struck gold and her whole body jolted. And again.
And then she was urging him nearer. Her legs tight round him, her hands clutching him, her lips fretful against his.
No man could withstand the temptation.
He pressed forward, found her slick and welcoming, pulling him closer, deeper, further. Then with a single uncontrollable thrust he joined them so completely that there was no ending and no beginning.
The shocked, shattering silence held for just a second and then he felt Sophie tremble in his arms. From the inside out it started, until the trembling became her shuddering, rocking climax. And the inevitable, answering motion began in him, so that he withdrew then pushed even further, tighter, faster into her. Till the world shattered in a blur of roaring flames and dazzling light.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ECSTASY.
That was what this was, Costas thought dazedly as he wrapped Sophie against him. Starlight silvered her lithe curves as she sprawled across him—a living, breathing, sensuous blanket.
He knew he should take time to assess the situation, engage his brain. Something nagged at him, some hint of trouble.
His conscience? He should be appalled that he hadn’t found the strength to push her away.
The litany of reasons he shouldn’t get involved with her: her strained emotional state, her status as a guest and as Eleni’s relative and benefactress … the taboos had crumbled to dust when he’d found her waiting for him on the shore.
She’d been pure seduction. Inviting him. Enticing him. Wanting him—as much, it seemed, as he wanted her.
He should have resisted, should have been strong for both of them, but it had been impossible.
And there was no turning back now. No help for her, or him, once that first barrier had been breached. One touch and his control had vanished.
And, the good lord help him, he could think of nothing but how miraculous it had been. How miraculous Sophie was. His instinct had been right. They were explosive together. Sex had never been so earth-shattering.
He dropped a leaden hand to the soft spread of her hair across her shoulder.
Mine. All mine.
At least for tonight, he hastily reminded himself. That was all he wanted, all he needed—a night of bliss to counteract the burden of his days.
But was that enough?
He frowned and his hold on her tightened a fraction. She murmured, her warm breath hazing the hollow of his neck and he froze, stunned to discover his body wasn’t quite as sated as he’d thought.
He smoothed his hand over her bare skin, savouring the delicious sensation, and his mouth curved into a smile so wide it felt as if it might split his cheeks. Anticipation hummed in his blood.
The night was still young.
He had her now—exactly as he’d imagined so many times. She’d come to him at last, of her own volition, made it clear she understood and accepted his terms. Sex, physical release, comfort—exactly what they both needed.
And it had been worth the wait.
He felt alive again. More alive than he’d felt in years. Than he’d ever felt.
No wonder lightning crackled in the air whenever they were together. The sensual charge between them was unbelievable. Unique. And that made for mind-blowing sex.
His grin grew impossibly wider.
He felt as if he’d been through cataclysm and fire. Death and rebirth. His very bones had dissolved in the intensity of their passion.
