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He’d made a lot of changes and effort in the past week; maybe it was time she did too. She could kiss him, if it meant that much to him.
Smiling she snuggled back into his side, running her hand over his chest, and reveling like she used to do in the knowledge that she was the only person with free rein to touch this incredibly powerful man like this. “I still want you to go on the walk through with me.”
He made a sound that could have been arousal, or it could have been contentment, but he answered. “Surely one of your parents took responsibility for most of the house hunting.”
“My parents still live in the first house they bought before I was born.” She sat up, but kept her hand on him. She didn’t know why, just that she needed to. “I have no idea what the process of finding a home was like for them, but my sisters and brothers tromped from house to house together.”
His expression turned pained, but his hand trapped hers against his skin. “And you want to do this?”
She couldn’t imagine her husband having the time for something like that. “No, as long as we go together to view our top three, I’ll be happy.”
His smile was both relieved and oh, so sexy. “That I can do.”
Thinking about how much time it took to find and buy a house and how hard he had to work to make that time, she looked back on his purchase of the country villa with different eyes.
“You really were trying to do something special for me when you bought this villa.”
“I was, but I see now that without your input how could this house have ever become our home?”
“That’s a nice thing to say.”
“I’m feeling anything but nice.” He moved her hand down to the evidence of his renewed desire.
She curled her fingers around the hard flesh and gave him a heated look. “I’m not feeling so nice myself right now.” She squeezed the flesh in her fingers.
He groaned. “That feels very nice to me.”
And then it began again, the passion between them building to slow and easy this time as he let her touch and explore in the way that gave her the most pleasure. By the time she put her mouth on him, he was shaking and swearing though.
In Greek. He was too far gone to use another language.
She loved the earthy taste of him, the way his hardness felt in her mouth. This was her man. No one else would ever get to see him like this, much less touch him with the freedom she had to do so. Their marriage was not perfect, but this part? The passion? The desire? The way they pleasured one another?
It was as out of this world as it had been the very first time.
When she knew he was on the verge of climax, when Polly herself could take no more waiting, she climbed on top of him. “My turn.”
His inarticulate sound of agreement turned her on even more.
She positioned herself over his thick erection and lowered herself, gasping as his bulbous head slipped inside her tender flesh, sensitized from their first round of lovemaking.
“That’s so good,” he said in a guttural tone she loved.
“Yes.” She pressed down until he was fully sheathed inside her and then stilled, just savoring the amazing feeling that had not gotten old through five years of marriage and two pregnancies.
“Please, agape mou.”
“What? You want me to move?” Her tease would have been more effective if she wasn’t so breathless and her hips weren’t jerking in little tiny movements without any volition from her.
“Ne!”
Oh, yes. That was what she wanted. Polly began to move, rocking her hips, and rode him to first her completion and then only a moment later, his.
His hoarse shout was still ringing in her ears as she collapsed down onto his chest, so replete even her baby bump didn’t make it awkward.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HELENA WAS ECSTATIC at her first helicopter ride. She pointed to everything out the window, jabbering away, unconcerned that her parents could not hear her well enough to answer.
