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Eleanor remembered the accusation she had made on their wedding night and felt ashamed. ‘I know you wouldn’t,’ she quickly assured him. ‘But... I don’t want you to have sex with me out of pity.’
‘Opa!’Jace looked stunned for a moment. ‘The only person I pity is me. I’ve been tied up in knots for weeks, months, wanting you.’ A dull flush ran along his cheekbones. ‘The truth is that I haven’t had sex with anyone since before I met you at the Pangalos well over a year ago, and celibacy is not a state I particularly enjoy.’
She stared at him. ‘But in Paris you didn’t...’
‘Make no mistake, I was looking forward to making love to you. After you left, having sent back your ring, I assumed I would forget about you. But you were on my mind a lot,’ he muttered.
‘I couldn’t forget you either,’ Eleanor whispered. The wound he had inflicted on her heart healed a little, knowing that he had desired her in Paris. Perhaps even the deepest scars faded in time. She curled her fingers around his erection and heard his swiftly indrawn breath. ‘I know this isn’t for ever, but right now I want to have sex with you.’ She knew she was blushing, but she ploughed on. ‘You said that you want to make love to me...so what are you waiting for?’
From across the Serengeti plains came the thunder roar of a lion. The primitive sound reverberated around the room. A male preparing to mate. Jace clamped his hand over Eleanor’s. ‘Touch me like this,’ he commanded softly, sliding her hand up and down his penis in a rhythmic action.
‘Like this?’ She felt a thrill of feminine pleasure when he groaned.
‘Exactly like that,pouláki mou.’ His eyes glittered as he hooked his fingers into her knickers and tugged them down her legs. ‘Allow me to return the pleasure.’ He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed his thumb pad across the tight nub of her clitoris, sending starbursts of exquisite sensation through her.
This time when he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, he laid her on her back and straddled her, his knees on either side of her hips. And then he leaned forwards and claimed her mouth in an intensely sensual kiss that plundered her soul. Time ceased to exist, and Eleanor was conscious only of Jace’s lips trailing a path down her throat and lower.
Sitting back on his haunches, he cradled her breasts in his palms and his clever fingers played with her nipples before he bent his head and took one taut peak into his mouth. The feeling of him sucking, hard, drew a moan from her and she clutched his hair and held him to his task. He moved across to her other nipple and drew wet circles around it with his tongue, teasing her until she made a husky plea and he closed his lips around the sensitive tip.
When her whimpers told him that she could not take any more of the sweet torment he was inflicting on her breasts, he shifted so that he was stretched out beside her and feathered his hand over her skin, exploring the indent of her waist and her flat stomach. His fingers traced lazy patterns in the cluster of dark gold curls between her thighs before he pushed her legs apart and stroked her inner thigh.
She moved restlessly, wanting him to... Her breath left her in a rush when he slid a finger into her wet heat and stretched her a little so that he could insert a second finger.
‘Jace...’ She gasped his name and arched her hips towards his hand as sensation built when he swirled his fingers inside her. Ripples deep in her pelvis warned that she was close to climaxing. It was tempting to go with the insistent drumbeat in her veins, but instinctively she knew that the pleasure would be even greater when he possessed her fully. She pushed his hand away. ‘I want...’
‘I know,matia mou.’ His voice was like rich velvet wrapping around her. He rolled away and opened the bedside drawer.
‘I’m protected,’ Eleanor whispered shyly when she saw the packet of condoms in his hand.
‘Well, then.’ His sexy smile stole her breath. But when he positioned himself over her and pushed her legs wider apart, the predatory gleam in his eyes caused her heart to miss a beat. Excitement mixed with faint apprehension made her tense as he lowered himself onto her so that his steel-hard erection pressed into her belly. ‘Try to relax,’ he murmured against her lips before he kissed her slowly, his breath filling her mouth, the evocative male scent of him swamping her senses so that there was only Jace.
She felt the tip of his manhood against her opening and her feminine instincts kicked in, dispelling any lingering doubts, and making her impatient to feel his hard length inside her. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her so that her pelvis was flush with his, and then he eased forwards and carefully thrust into her, claiming her inch by inch.
Sweat beaded his brow and Eleanor sensed the restraint he was imposing on himself. She had expected discomfort but there was none, just a glorious feeling of fullness as he drove deeper, withdrew, thrust again and withdrew until she caught his rhythm.
‘Ah, Eleanor,mou.’He spoke to her in Greek, soft words telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he desired her. She felt the thunder of his heart and heard the hoarse sound of his breaths as he increased his pace. His face above her had an intent expression that warned her he was losing control.
Faster, harder, she followed his lead in an age-old dance, and could not tell where she ended and he began. They moved as one, soaring ever higher, and suddenly she was there. He held her at the edge for timeless seconds, and then he moved again, thrusting deep and sending her spinning into the vortex of an orgasm that drove the air from her lungs in a shuddering, sobbing breath.
He wasn’t done, and drove into her with an urgency that clutched at her heart. This Jace was strong yet vulnerable—her man, her master. When he let out a savage groan and collapsed on top of her while his big body shuddered with the force of his release, Eleanor simply held him and pressed her mouth against his rough jaw, trailing her lips up to meet his in a lingering kiss.
A long time later he rolled off her and she felt the coolness of the air circulated by the fan above the bed, and a coolness emanating from him that she knew she did not imagine.
‘That was incredible,omorfiá mou.’ Jace propped himself up against the pillows and folded his arms behind his head. His sultry smile was that of a satisfied lover, but his eyes were guarded. ‘The next few months promise to be an amazing ride.’
It was a test, Eleanor realised, and one she had no intention of failing. She slid across the mattress and stood up. He had reassured her that he found her beautiful despite her scar, but she did not quite have the confidence to turn her back on him while she was naked. She picked up his shirt from the floor and slipped it on.
Jace’s eyes narrowed when she sauntered over to the door. ‘Going somewhere?’
‘I’ll spend the rest of the night in my room. I’m a restless sleeper,’ she explained, not entirely untruthfully when she remembered the nights she had tossed and turned in bed, missing him.
‘I have a feeling that I’m going to be restless tonight too,’ he said drily. ‘It makes sense to be restless together,pouláki mou.’ His killer smile almost cracked her resolve to be as cool as him.
She shrugged. ‘You know where to find me if you get lonely in the night. By the way, sex with you exceeded my expectations.’
Restless wasn’t the word. Eleanor was too wired to sleep and when she reached her room she continued into the en suite bathroom, discarded Jace’s shirt and stepped into the shower cubicle. Memories of his powerful body pumping into her stirred her desire once more so that she lowered her hand to between her legs and touched herself the way he had done.
‘I know a better way to satisfy your urges,’ a familiar voice drawled.
