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She gasped and moaned, her head falling back against the bed. “I do now.”
He chuckled. “You like it?”
Her only answer was a moan as he found one of the pleasure points he’d mentioned. He massaged both feet thoroughly, pressing between her toes and making her squirm with feelings that did not resemble ticklishness in the least. It was both strange and wonderful to have a gorgeous naked Greek caressing her feet while the rest of her body was still fully covered. It was also highly erotic.
Slowly his touch moved up her legs, finding sensitive dips and hollows on her ankles and behind her knees. One spot had her keening his name and arching off the bed.
“You are so beautiful in your passion, Ellie.”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” she gasped.
“I am glad.”
She was, too. Once again the word special came to her mind, but she still had no idea if what they felt was out of the ordinary for him.
But his fingers had just the slightest tremor as they made their way under her skirt. “Your skin is like satin, so smooth and soft. So perfect, Elliemou .”
He massaged her, working his way to her inner thighs and touching flesh that felt as private as her feminine center. In a way it was. No other person touched her thighs like this. She’d never thought about it before, but many parts of her body were actually pretty private and Sandor would touch them all.
He caressed her there, not even slipping a fingertip under the elastic band of her panties and her pleasure grew until she was making little mewling sounds and had spread her legs in silent, begging invitation for more. But he slid his hands back down her legs.
She made a sound of distress and he smiled. “It is time to remove your skirt, I think.”
She was more than willing and cooperated by arching off the bed so he could undo the zip and slide it down her hips inch by excruciating inch. It wasn’t tight and the lining was smooth so it slid easily, but he was drawing out the unveiling. That’s what it felt like. An unveiling.
“You make me feel like you’re unwrapping a present, but it’s the only one you’ve got on Christmas morning, so you’re taking a long time with it.” She could barely speak above a whisper…she could barely speak at all.
“You are a precious gift to me.”
The words warmed something deep inside her that had always been cold. That place that needed to be treasured by someone, to know that she held a unique place in someone’s heart and life. She’d always thought that if she disappeared from her father’s life, he wouldn’t even notice. Not really.
But while she might not have a special place in Sandor’s heart, he was showing her that he intended her to have a special place in his life. That was better than what she’d had for so long, she almost blurted out her agreement to marry him right there. But some tiny lingering sense of self-preservation stopped her.
Making a decision like this during lovemaking would be stupid. She’d done that once before and she wasn’t making that mistake again.
She was panting and ready to rip the rest of her clothes off herself by the time he was done with her skirt, though.
He stayed her hands when she tried. “Not yet. You promised,pethi mou .”
Had she promised, or simply acquiesced? It didn’t matter. She would let him continue because the pleasure was so intense and so was he.
He ran one fingertip along the top edge of her lacy bikini briefs that matched her cream lace bra. “Very nice.”
“I don’t wear thongs,” she said almost apologetically. But she’d worn this particular set with the thought in the back of her mind that as much as she’d known it might not be smart to invite him to her bed a second night in a row, he might end up there anyway.
And here he was.
“These are quite sexy enough.” He dipped one fingertip under the elastic of the waistband. “But I am eager to see you naked.”
“Then take them off.”
“Not yet.”
She pouted for the second time in remembrance.
He pounced, blanketing her body and taking her mouth with a storm of passion that had her arching under him and rubbing the silk clad apex of her thighs against his heated manhood.
He broke the kiss, panting. “You are dangerous, you know that?”
“I like that.”
“You are so far from prim, my little Boston princess.”
“My wild side only comes out with you.”
“As it should be.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Your arrogance is showing again.”
He shrugged and moved to straddle her thighs so he could start unbuttoning her top. He watched intently as her torso was revealed. She warmed under his gaze, but her own was snagged by the body straddling her. She reached out to touch him, wrapping her fingers around his erection.
