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A deep need welled up from inside him, the desire to show her they could have everything. He opened his mouth, kissed her so deeply that he dragged a moan from her. He held her with only his hands and the heat and hardness of his body. Yet there wasn’t a breath of air between them. He wanted her, with everything in him, the way he’d wanted her so long ago, the way he’d wanted her in his dreams for the past thirty years, the way he needed her now, in this moment, without question.
His lips still fastened to hers, he bent, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa, setting her on the soft cushions. Coming down on top of her, his mouth sealed to hers forever, he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, putting only enough air between their bodies to finish the task. He didn’t look, not yet, simply tasted her, breathed in her scent, and drank in her moans as his fingers found the clasp of her lingerie and popped it open.
Only when he felt her flesh beneath his fingertips did he leave her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, across her smooth skin to the peak of her nipple. Her beautiful breasts were still full and firm, as if the years hadn’t changed a thing about her.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect.” Her curves entranced him, beckoned him. He’d always loved that she wasn’t the frighteningly skinny model type.
She clutched her fingers in his hair, begged, “Please.” And pushed him down until he took her in his mouth.
He sucked hard, remembering the way she liked it. She rewarded him with another moan as her body arched. He brushed the other bra cup aside and played with her, pinching lightly, loving the writhing of her body beneath him.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen now. They needed to get to know each other again. He wanted to tell her everything that had happened since they’d parted, to learn everything about her. Yet this was how they’d learned each other the first time, through the rhythm of their bodies, what they each liked, what made them crazy. And he craved her taste.
He crawled down her body, kissing her quivering skin. Then he reared up to tear his shirt off, undid the button of her pants. His hands in the waistband, he hauled them down her legs. By some miracle, her panties remained in place, pure white bikinis, lace along the edges, a red bow in the middle.
That tiny red bow was his undoing.
Her chest heaved with her quickened breath, her eyes glistening with desire. “Do you want this?” he asked.
Her hands fluttered, her lips opened and closed, then she murmured, “Yes, please,” along with his name on a rush of breath.
Wanting to feel her skin against his, he tore off his jeans, toed off his deck shoes, his feet bare, everything bared, all for her.
His erection was almost painful, but first there was this, his mouth on her panties, blowing warm breath that made her writhe. He stretched, reaching a nipple, tweaking her as he sucked her through the white cotton. She was as needy as she’d been thirty years ago, groaning, even growling, winding his hair around her fingers, pulling the strands tight, signaling how badly she needed his mouth. He only got as far as pulling the panties off one leg and left them dangling from her knee before he spread her legs and devoured her.
She was warm and wet and sweet, like the petals of a flower. She tensed and released, her feet digging into the sofa beneath them as she rode his mouth, his lips, his tongue. He knew her so well, even after thirty years, knew the quake and shimmy of her body, the rising keen of her voice. Pushing his fingers inside her, he glided over that spot, caressing slowly, until he felt her contractions. He remembered how her body milked him, almost forcing him to come deep inside her. She thrashed on the sofa cushions, her body clamping around his fingers, and she cried out, a deep wail, as she bucked against him. He relished her, savored her, licked and sucked her until he could almost feel her tears.
It was time. It was what she needed and what he craved.
He rose up, thrust hard and deep inside her. She cried out, and her eyes flashed open, a grimace on her lips. He feared she wasn’t ready, that it had been too long for her, and he’d moved too fast, taken too much, pushed too hard.
Until she clasped his arms and wrapped her legs tight around him, holding him deep, her body grinding against him. “More. Please. Now.”
He gave her exactly what they both hungered for.
* * *
She was floating in bliss.His body lay deliciously and wonderfully heavy on hers, his skin warm, his breathing hard. She clenched her legs around him, her arms across his back, afraid he’d move, afraid he was a figment of her imagination.
She hadn’t climaxed like that in more than thirty years. She hadn’t wanted a man the way she wanted him. Never.
There had been that momentary pain, not a virgin’s pain, but the ache of a woman who hadn’t felt a man inside her in more years than she wanted to count. She hadn’t been sure she’d ever have a man inside her again, but she’d been sure that man wouldn’t be Xandros. He had been her dream, her fantasy, part of her memories of Santorini.
She stroked his skin, the dusting of hair on his back just the way she remembered. He wasn’t a figment or a dream or a fantasy. He was real and he was Xandros and he was inside her.
He kissed her neck, licked the sweat off her skin, nibbled her throat, took her mouth in a soul-searching kiss. He filled her up. He made her whole.
Then he rested on his elbows to look at her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You could never hurt me. It’s just been so long.”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know whether he was apologizing for the brief pain or the fact that she hadn’t known sexual joy in years.
“I didn’t use a condom. I lost control.”
She cupped his cheeks. “It’s not like I can have a baby.” She told him not to worry in just a few words. “And I haven’t been with anyone.”
“I have been.” Something dark and shameful flickered in his eyes. “I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d waited until you came back. But I am careful, and you need not worry.”
