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She didn't know how long they kissed and touched each other, but at some point it just wasn't enough. She needed all of him, right now. Rowan broke the kiss and panted. Lysander's lips moved to her throat then down her chest.
She gasped as he sucked on the top of her breast. "More, Sander, I want more."
Tearing herself away from him, she shimmied out of her tiny dress and reveled in the look of approval and need he gave her. Then she put her fingers into either side of her panties and stopped. "You too. I want naked."
"Ne." He saidyes, slipping into Greek. She didn't mind. She was fluent and it showed how into the moment he was.
He stood and stripped with rapid movements, tossing his clothes to the floor. Rowan sucked in a breath of air, trying to move oxygen into her suddenly deprived lungs. Her soon to be lover was sculpted and bronze all over.
She licked her lips. "Do you sunbathe nude?"
"I swim laps in the morning."
"Without a suit."
"I like it better that way."
She nodded. She'd like it better that way if she were swimming with him too.
"The way you look at me is such a turn on," he said, his tone guttural.
She swallowed. "Same."
He looked at her like she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Like airbrushed and botoxed wasn't perfection. She was.
They kissed again, their bodies pressing against each other, skin on skin. Every one of Rowan's nerve endings went zing. His body was hard all over, but the urgency of his need pressed into her stomach and she couldn't help wanting to touch him there. She grasped his hardon in her hand and slid up and down the impressive length.
Rowan wanted him inside her. She hoped he had condoms somewhere in this sanctuary of his.
When she'd decided to go through with this scheme, she'd gotten the birth control shot, but Lysander was sexually active, and she had no idea if he'd been tested recently. She wasn't taking any chances.
At least, that's what she told herself.
CHAPTER 6
Lysander maneuvered them to the sofa, and they spent glorious minutes exploring each other's bodies with hands and mouths.
At some point he grabbed a condom out of the first aid supplies.
Rowan laughed, even as relief washed over her. "You had Helen bring condoms with the bandages?"
"You said you wanted sex. I wanted to be prepared for whatever happened."
"I guess you've had sex outside the bedroom many times." He was too sexually confident to be limited by the standard location for intimacy.
Rowan, on the other hand, had never had sex anywhere but the marital bed. Her defunct marriage had not been a place to explore her sexually adventurous side.
"Yes," he agreed. He looked around them and then back at her. "It's the first time in here though. I don't usually bring lovers to my home and never in this room."
Right, because it was his inner sanctum.
She liked hearing that, but didn't make the mistake of saying so. They'd been very clear that they weren't dating. They were having sex. She had no claim on him, but still…she liked the sense that she was special.
"Let me," she said, taking the condom from him.
She opened the packet and then rolled the protection down his length, taking her time about it. Once she finished, she brushed up and down over the thin latex and reveled in how his body jerked in involuntary response to her touch.
He brushed her hands away. "Enough. You're going to make me come before I'm even inside you."
