slid up her body, Cecelia pulling him those final inches. They drank from each other in a desperate kiss that was both deep and heady. Luka came up on his arms but she pulled his head back down to claim a deeper kiss.
It was nothing like either of them had known before.
He was practised to the core and she was so new to passion, yet it was fire that they made together. She did not want him to be this good.
‘That wasn’t work,’ he told her. ‘That was bliss.’
And so was this.
He was there at her entrance and nudging a little way in. ‘Come with me,’ he said to the shell of her ear. ‘To Xanero...’
Luka did not want to go and now had been presented with a way to make it more bearable.
She liked the thought of fourteen nights of this. But she held back.
‘No,’ she said, and he pulled out. ‘I mean, no to Xanero...’
But yes to this.
Her eyes were closed as he slid in deep, all the way in. If she could have examined her thoughts she feared she would rediscover her self-control, and the part of her that knew this was wrong.
And so did Luka.
But they were past caring.
The feel of him unsheathed and stretching her was sublime.
And for Luka too, for she was slippery yet tight. He drove in deep and she let out a moan that he wanted to turn into a scream.
He reached for her leg and wrapped her calf around his thigh, pushing into her again. She was more open than she had ever been.
He thrust slowly and could feel the intimate welcoming grip of her.
Her nails dug into his buttocks and she moved with him until they were lost to each other and the moment.
‘Luka...’ She could barely breathe, yet at her plea he took her harder and faster, making her dizzy. She could feel her climax building and this time she welcomed it.
He angled himself and took her deeper and then he tipped into rapid, rhythmic thrusts from which there was no return. It was her scream that brought him back to consciousness.
It was her first scream in bed, Luka knew as his stomach lifted and he pulsed into her, shouting his release.
Her cry came from a place she had never known, and her orgasm was so intense that for a moment she felt possessed. As if her body had been taken over by someone else, by a woman who knew how to be free.
Yet as she gloried in the sensation, his weight atop her reminded her starkly that soon she would have to dig her way out of the ashes from the fire he had brought to her heart.
‘COME WITH ME to Xanero.’
As the mist was clearing he said it again. His weight pressed down on her even as he still rested inside her. If there was ever a weak moment this was it and Cecelia knew she was about to say yes when Luka spoke.
‘Not to the resort or anything,’ he added, pushing up onto his forearms. ‘Or my mother would think we were serious or something. You could stay on the yacht.’
Cecelia slid out from under him and rolled to her side. He did the same.
She had almost said yes.
In a delicious weak moment she had almost succumbed, and she failed to keep the bitter edge from her tone when she responded to his invitation. ‘You mean, come to Xanero as your plaything.’
‘I’d work you by day...’ He smiled, completely unfazed as he toyed with her breast, still throbbing from his previous attention, for this was the life he led. ‘And then make up for it by night.’
‘So while you’re on the island I’d be cooped up—’
‘Hardly cooped up. It’s not a tin boat with a gas stove....’
‘I have seen your yacht, Luka.’
Well, she had seen pictures of it and had seen some of the accounts for it. It was a luxury resort in itself, and of course she knew all about the wild parties that were held there.
And now she was being invited into the playboy’s bed.
Oh, the dewy mist of his lovemaking was most certainly starting to clear for suddenly Cecelia pulled herself away and sat up.
And it was then that realisation kicked in. ‘Luka, we didn’t use anything...’
In a life spent not making mistakes, Cecelia had just made a huge one and there was no excuse.
For either of them.
‘Are you on the Pill?’
‘Yes, I’m on the Pill,’ she snapped as she tried to remember if she’d taken it last night, because it hadn’t just been putting out her clothes for the morning that had fallen by the wayside. But surely if she went home now and took it, then she’d be fine.
But pregnancy wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
‘It’s not just that, though.’ Cecelia turned and looked over to where he lay and saw that his expression was equally grim.
He’d just told her he’d once been a gigolo—she could not believe she had been so careless.
‘Cecelia, you don’t have to worry about anything there,’ Luka said as he moved to reassure her. ‘I always use protection.’
‘Well, clearly you don’t!’
It was as much her fault as his, Cecelia knew that, and her angry tone was aimed more towards herself.
‘You’ll be fine,’ he said, which might have sounded dismissive, but neither did he want to admit just how impossibly rare this lapse was.
She gave a terse nod and headed for the shower while Luka lay there, his hands behind his head, trying to fathom what had just taken place.
This morning he’d forgotten the rules. This morning he’d been so wrapped in the feel of her, the feel of them, that he’d forgotten the care he usually took.
He had complete control in the bedroom, for though he was wild he was not reckless.
Yet this morning he had been.
Not only had he invited her to come to Xanero with him—at least he had quickly reacted and told Cece that she would only be on the yacht—but for a moment he had glimpsed it. His dream, showing off the first Kargas restaurant and the now stunning resort which was by far his proudest achievement to date.
And he had told her how his ascent to the top had started.
