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She pressed her forehead against his and squeezed her eyes shut. She found it impossible to take his words as truthful. He’d had so many lovers. So many beautiful women in his arms. How could he truly think she, plain little Mikey Jones, was amazing? It didn’t make sense.
“I had a very elaborate plan for our first time,” he said with a wry grimace.
“I’m glad you didn’t wait. I don’t think I could have gone another minute without feeling that.”
“But you were so adamant earlier today that you didn’t want to be another in a line of women.”
She frowned, and her heart slowed in her chest. It was exactly what she feared and he just put it into words. “No,” she agreed with a wistful shake of her head. “But it’s all I was ever going to be. What would the point have been in prolonging sleeping together, when it was what we both wanted?”
“Mikey,” he groaned, kissing her fair hair. “You are not just another woman. I was repeating your argument back to you, not stating it on my own behalf.”
“Well, anyway,” she murmured, trying to sound light-hearted. “I’m glad we’ve, um, done it.” Mentally, she shook her head. It was a ridiculously vague explanation for what she felt.
“So am I,” he assured her, back to his usual confident self. He separated their bodies and straightened her skirt back down.
“Remarkable,” he observed, when they were moored at a marina on the outskirt of Athens.
“What?” She asked, her cheeks still flushed from their love making.
“Apart from your delightful blush, you do not look anything like a woman who’s just been ravaged on the deck of a boat.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, self-consciously brushing a hand down her dress.
“I’m positive. But by the end of tonight, I aim to have changed that.”
Her blush deepened, and he laughed in response.
“Oh, yes, Arnaki.” He pulled her back towards him, so that her back clashed against his chest.
He brought a hand around to her most intimate feminine core. Through the fabric of the dress, he rubbed his thumb, with just enough pressure to make her startle. “By the end of tonight, your body will be my slave. I intend to make you feel so much pleasure it hurts.” He increased his pressure and speed, and despite the fact there were layers of material between her body and his palm, she felt herself ascending into the heavens yet again. As an intense orgasm claimed her, he whispered in her ear, “You will never forget this night, Arnaki.?
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CHAPTER TEN
The restaurant was stunning. An old wine cellar that had been converted into a Michelin starred restaurant, the dining area opened out into a bricked courtyard, surrounded on all sides by lemon and olive trees, and little lavender bushes. The food was exquisite and the service attentive.
But Mikey would only realized these details much later, when she reflected back on the night.
The only thing she cared about, as she stared across at Loucas, beneath a sky heavy with its blanket of stars, was how much she needed him. Wanted him. How much she loved him. She had always thought that love grew gently, out of friendship, then attraction, and finally, turned into lasting love. She had never expected it to feel like she’d been seared by a ferocious shard of lightning.
“For you, little lamb.” He dug his spoon into the gelato on his plate and lifted it across to her. She opened her mouth and he slid the spoon inside, his eyes heavy on hers as he watched her taste the flavour and swallow it down.
His penis made an answering leap as he thought about the soft curves of her mouth.
Hell, he’d thought this would be a good idea, but he just wanted dinner to end so he could get her back to his home.
“How many courses are there?” She asked, and then flushed as she realizedd what she’d given away.
He laughed. “Relax. I feel the same way. Unfortunately, we still have three more, so we must be patient.”
Mikey couldn’t think of anything except the promise he’d made on the yacht. She forced herself to have a sip of the cold white wine on the table.
“So this is how a date with Loucas Aleksandros goes, huh?” She couldn’t have known that questions such as she’d just posed were rapidly becoming his least favourite conversational topic.
He tried to hide his impatience. “Dinner, dancing. You know.”
“Not really.” She scrunched up her nose. “This is your kind of normal, not mine.”
