he murmured, lowering his head to hers, his lips brushing hers.
The kiss was soft, almost sweet, and she leaned into it, kissing him back, and that was all it took for her lips to burn and her tummy to flip. She shivered as he deepened the kiss, parting her mouth to drink the air from her lips.
Hot, sharp darts of sensation rushed through her, making her head spin. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her from the floor, kissing her as he stretched her on the bed next to him.
As he kissed her, his hand went to her waist and then slid up her rib cage to cup the softness of her breast.
She arched into his hand, groaning as he circled a nipple, tugging on it to make it even harder.
“You know my body too well already,” she murmured as he dropped his head to kiss her nipple through her blouse and bra. His mouth was warm. His teeth found the tip, gently biting. She gasped.
“Too much?” he asked, lifting his head.
She stared up into his eyes, which were so beautiful and dark, and she shook her head, feeling wanton and yet good. “No. Not even.”
“You want more?”
“I want everything.”
“Perhaps we keep it to kissing for now, make sure you don’t change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“We’ll see,” he said, lifting her long skirt and pushing the knit fabric over her knees. His mouth followed, his lips and tongue cool and then hot against her heated flesh. She was wearing small white satin-and-lace bikini briefs that sat low on her hips, below the curve of her bump, and his fingers brushed her, over the panties, over her mound and down between her legs where she was wet.
He stroked again, pushing her knees farther apart until he had her open to him. Despite the white satin-and-lace panties, she felt so very naked and exposed. His hands were at her thighs, and he ran his palms down from her hips to her knees and then up again. Every place he touched burned. Every place he looked melted.
He was examining her, a possessive light in his eyes, his dark gaze burning and intent. Hungry.
Carnal.
Her heart thudded so hard it hurt to breathe, and she couldn’t look anymore, overwhelmed by his intensity and the rawness of his desire.
She closed her eyes as his mouth touched the inside of her knee, and she sighed as his lips trailed up the inner thigh, kissing higher until he’d reached the edge of the lace. He stroked over the pantie and the fullness of her mound, and then slipped beneath the elastic, lightly tracing where she was wet and then sliding the wetness over her lips and clit.
His head dropped again, and he kissed where he touched, through the satin and then peeling the panties back, where she was pink and tender and glistening.
He did things with his tongue that made it impossible to breathe. He licked and stroked, lapped and sucked, and Georgia did not want it to end. She wasn’t ready to come, but he’d wound her so tightly, her nerves stretched, her body tense with pleasure that when he slipped his fingers into her and then stroked up even as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit, she exploded, climaxing so hard she cried out, and grabbed for Nikos’s shoulder, desperate to touch him, feel him, needing his strength to anchor her and keep her from blowing away.
“Amazing,” she whispered as he stretched out next to her. She pressed herself to his side, still craving his warmth and determined to keep him with her. He’d said he wasn’t going to walk away, but she wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t ready to let him go. “You are amazing,” she added.
He held her against him, and she was content to lie in the circle of his arm until her heart stopped beating so wildly, but as she relaxed, she realized he was still dressed and she was somewhat in disarray and he’d given her pleasure but it wasn’t what she’d hoped would happen.
“We need to get out of these clothes,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder, lightly raking her nails over his chest.
He kissed the top of her head and then her temple and the side of her cheek, murmuring, “I think now might be a good time to get you back to your room.”
“No. Can’t go yet,” she said, snuggling closer and lifting her face so that she could kiss him. She could taste herself on his lips and it reminded her of how giving he was, and how passionate, and how much she wanted to give him pleasure, too. “We haven’t even begun.”
“I don’t want you to have regrets.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming the crush of her breasts to his chest and the feel of his thigh as it moved between her legs. “My only regret would be not making love to you.”
“I have more scars.”
“I’ve seen them. They’re nothing.”
“They’re something.”
“I think they’re beautiful. They’re part of you.”
As he closed the balcony door and drew the curtains, she stripped off her clothes and then watched as he undressed.
Her eyes widened as his trousers fell and his shaft jutted up, long and thick and impressively erect. He turned off the lights, and she felt a little tremor of trepidation as he returned to bed, drawing the covers over them as the night was cool.
This had been her idea, but she was suddenly nervous. Or maybe it was excited. It was hard to know when her pulse was beating double time and she felt as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
Nikos pulled her against him, and she snuggled close, letting his powerful body warm hers, enjoying just being held. “Nervous?” he asked.
She nodded. “Just a little bit.”
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“I know.”
“Maybe you just sleep with me.”
“Okay,” she whispered, pressing even closer so that she could feel his hair-roughened chest scrape her breasts and his long legs intertwine with hers.
He was so warm, and he felt so big and protective. She couldn’t remember when she last felt so safe.
Georgia put her hand to his chest and caressed over his rib cage, feeling the ridge of muscle beneath the firm, smooth skin. She knew his scars were higher up, on one shoulder, and along his neck. She stroked his back, savoring each hard, taut muscle, and then up higher, to the shoulder where she encountered thickened skin.
She felt him tense but didn’t stop her exploration, caressing his broad shoulders and then down one thickly muscled arm.
“You have quite the hot bod,” she whispered.
“The scars don’t disgust you?”
“How could they? They are part of you.”
“I think you will make a very good doctor.”
She
