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Marnie swayed in disbelief, her limbs growing instantly boneless. How was it possible for a kiss to feel this good? How could anything feel this good? At first there was barely any contact between them—just the intoxicating graze of his mouth over hers. Did he know how desperately frustrating that was? Was that why he deepened the kiss
so that, suddenly, everything changed? The pressure of his lips became seeking. Super-charged and somehow profound. As if she were the sleeping princess in the pages of a fairy story, who had been woken by a gorgeous prince.
He deepened the kiss and began to stroke one of her breasts. Her nipple was pushing against her baggy T-shirt dress towards the circling of his thumb. She could feel the syrupy rush to her bikini bottoms and realised she wanted him to touch her there, too. She wanted things she’d never wanted before and she wanted them very badly. Was it that which made her writhe her hips against his with instinctive hunger, causing him to utter something in Greek which sounded almost despairing?
The sound broke the spell and she drew back, though in the faint light all she could see was the hectic glitter of his eyes. ‘What...what did you just say?’
‘I said that you set my blood on fire, agape mou. And that I want you very much. But you already know that.’
Well, she knew he wanted her, yes. She wasn’t actually sure about the ‘blood on fire’ bit, because nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. And although she liked it, her instinct was not to believe him because even if they were true, she knew compliments always came with a price.
Yet what was the point of all this if she was just going to pepper the experience with her usual doubts, and spoil it? Couldn’t she have a holiday from her normal self and shake off all the worries which had been weighing her down for so long? Couldn’t she be a different Marnie tonight—one who was seeking nothing but uncomplicated pleasure? She had always been the responsible one. The one who looked out for other people, always preparing herself for the shadows which inevitably hovered just out of sight. Wasn’t it time to articulate what she wanted for a change?
She cleared her throat. ‘Would you mind speaking in English so I can understand what you’re saying?’
She could hear the amusement which deepened his voice.
‘Are we planning to do a lot of talking then, Marnie? Is that what turns you on?’
Something warned her she’d be straying into dangerous territory if she told him she didn’t know what turned her on because she’d never given herself the chance to find out. But while she didn’t want to lie to him, that didn’t mean she couldn’t tell a different kind of truth.
‘You turn me on,’ she said boldly and something about the breathless rush of her words made his powerful body tense.
‘Oh, do I?’ he questioned, tilting her chin with his fingers so that their darkened gazes clashed. ‘So what are we going to do about that, I wonder?’
She didn’t dare answer in case she said the wrong thing. In case she frightened him away with her appalling lack of experience—because her gorgeous biker looked and kissed like someone who knew his way around the block. So instead, she just did what she’d been aching to do all evening, which was to touch his face—grazing her fingertips down over its sculpted planes, as if she were committing them to memory.
Did his quick intake of breath mean he liked it—was that why he pulled her back into his arms and hauled her up close to his body, so that they felt glued together? Her nipples were stony and she could feel the hot slick of desire between her legs. As he moulded the curve of her buttocks with his open palms, she became aware of the rocky outline of his erection, which was pressing through the soft denim of his jeans against her.
‘Can you feel how much I want you?’ he taunted softly.
Maybe she should have been daunted by all that virile power, but weirdly enough she wasn’t. Because it all seemed so natural. As if it was meant to be. As if her life up until now had been nothing but a preparation for this moment. ‘Yes,’ she breathed. ‘Yes, I can.’
His fingertips were hovering close to the hemline of her dress. ‘I want to see you,’ he husked. ‘I want to see your body, Marnie.’
Marnie closed her eyes. She could hear the raw hunger underpinning his words and sense the barely restrained need in them. And didn’t that match her own hunger and make it easy to know how to respond to him, despite her pitiful innocence? No need to point out that the moonless night would make twenty-twenty vision impossible and it would be practically impossible for him to see her with any degree of detail. ‘I’m not stopping you,’ she whispered boldly. ‘Go ahead.’
‘Meta haras.’ His words sounded like dark honey coating her skin with sweetness. With a fluid movement he peeled the dress over her head and let it fall to the sand, one-handedly unclipping the fastening of her now-dry bikini top, so that her breasts came tumbling free. And if at times Marnie had despaired about her disproportionately large bust, Leon Kanonidou’s murmur of appreciation was enough to banish those complaints for ever.
‘My turn, I think,’ he said, pulling off his T-shirt and dropping it to the ground, so that his torso was as bare as hers.
He pulled her into his arms and that first contact of skin against skin felt so delicious that Marnie gave a little gurgle of joy. He was smoothing his fingers through her hair. He was kissing her and kissing her, until once again she was in that blissful state of molten compliance. He slid his fingers between her legs and she held her breath as they pushed aside the panel of her bikini bottoms—terrified he was going to stop his intimate exploration.
But he didn’t stop.
He started to stroke his fingers over her and a ragged moan escaped from her lips.
Maybe it was the shock of discovery which made her so instantly responsive or maybe it was the things he was saying to her, some in English and some in Greek. She no longer cared which language he was using—all she cared about was the way he was making her feel. That sweet, savage tightening in her groin and exquisite aching of her breasts. Her heart was racing as waves of something unbearably beautiful beckoned her towards an unknown destination. The tension grew and her body felt so taut that she didn’t think she could bear it any longer. And then she went under—or was it over?
His kiss drowned out her spiralling cries of pleasure as Marnie began to spasm around his finger, trying like mad to hold onto the feeling until her body gradually grew still. She was dimly aware of him supporting her weight while he bent to smooth his T-shirt over the sand to form a makeshift sheet—admittedly on the small side—before very gently easing her down on top of it. His shadow fell over her as his hand went to the button of his jeans and the image was reminiscent of when she’d seen him on the beach earlier. And that was when reality hit her befuddled brain with a bombardment of urgent questions.
You realise what you’re about to do? You’re about to have sex with a man you barely know. All those things which have scared you all your life are right here. Things you were determined never to do. Things you know you shouldn’t do.
That reality hit should have been enough to make her stop but it wasn’t. Because as he slithered out of his jeans, Marnie was able to ignore the voice of her conscience by noticing several things. Firstly, that he wasn’t wearing any underpants—which seemed more erotic than shocking. Secondly, that he was withdrawing a foil packet from his back pocket—making her wonder if he always carried a condom with him. And if that were the case—then didn’t that make her just one in a long line of conquests of women he barely knew?
But those discoveries were quickly eclipsed by another—which was that she had been completely wrong about the available light. Because while there was no moon, the sky of Paramenios was incredibly clear and the millions of stars were certainly bright enough to illuminate Leon Kanonidou’s magnificent body. Twenty-twenty vision it might not be, but the starlight was strong enough to emphasise the rippling muscles and honed flesh. She gazed at the hair-roughened chest and narrow hips, which led down to those long, powerful legs coated in a silvery gleam.
Naked, Leon Kanonidou was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Even the proud pale pole of his erection springing from a dark blur of hair wasn’t enough to daunt the innocent Marnie as she opened her a
