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“Good to know,” I said and dragged the back of my index finger inside her, grazing her clit. She was already wet, more than ready for me. But I wanted to play with her more. I turned my hand and penetrated her with one finger then two, pumping inside her and grinding the base of my hand against her clit until she was moaning and writhing on my hand. With my other hand, I caressed her breast, plucking at her nipple, then moving lower to loosen the tie of her dress. It fell open with one tug, and I brushed the soft material away, so I could see all of her.
I slid my fingers out of her and with both hands cupped her breasts, then traced the outline of her waist, her hips,memorizing the shape of her with my hands. She gripped me firmly, running the tip of my cock against her, then slowly sank down until she was fully seated against my pelvis. The stars throbbed along with my shaft.
And then when she began to move, I couldn’t breathe—everything stilled. There was just her silhouetted above me against the backdrop of the moon and the stars. I dug my fingers into her hips like I’d imagined doing the first time I saw her and let her chase her release. As she got closer, I leaned up on my elbows and pulled her to me for a deep, drugging kiss. I didn’t know where I ended and she began. It was another kind of communion.
I gripped her to me when I felt her tighten around me and thrust hard into her one last time, letting my own orgasm rock through me. She collapsed against me, and I held her tight, determined never to let her go.
Chapter 30
At night she told him stories, as she drew her fingers through his hair, caressing his forehead. He wanted to know more about her, which was very out of character for him. He asked her about the paintings in her little sketchbook and her plans for the future. Sometimes he just let her talk so her soft voice would drift over him and he felt like he was floating in the sky, the stars a hammock cradling him.
- One Week with the Greek
CALLIE
This was more than just sex—it was something much more powerful, spiritual, even. When the world stopped spinning, I shifted, and Nikos’s arms tightened around me.
“Not so fast,” he mumbled against my hair. “You’re going to let me hold you this time.”
“All right.” I was incapable of moving anyway. It was a miracle that I could speak. I’d never felt more content, but I also had the strange urge to cry into his shoulder.
I shivered and he reached for my shawl, draping it over me. “You’re not cold?” I asked as I snuggled deeper against him, winding my legs through his.
“After that? No, I’m still on fire.” He chuckled, a deep comforting rumble in his chest that warmed me to the bone.
I’d never been much of a postcoital cuddler. Probably because the guys I’d been with were more the cigarettes-after-sex type. I was usually the first to leave, before the awkward moment when one of us would admit we preferred to be alone. But I didn’t have a choice here, and I wouldn’t have wanted to go anywhere else even if I could have. I’d never felt like this with any other man, like an invisible thread was tying us together.
So I Iet him hold me, his hands stroking over my hair, as the boat rocked gently in the waves. I placed my hand over his chest and felt his heartbeat beneath my fingers, comforting in its strong, regular rhythm. I don’t know how long we lay there, staring up at the stars while he told me more stories and myths from the island. Eventually, the night grew chilly, and we decided it was time to go back.
We docked in front of Nikos’s house, and he walked me back to my place, and for once I didn’t protest. Something had shifted between us and there was no going back now.
“When is your next shift at the migrant camp?” I asked when we got to my door. I’d already decided I wanted to go but hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask him about it.
“You know about that?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door jamb.
“Yiannis told me about it when I accused you of having secret children on another island.” He laughed, brushing my hair gently away from my face.
“The day after tomorrow, why?” His fingers trailed down my hair.
“I thought I could help. Is there a kitchen there?”
“There is.”
“All right then. That settles it.”
“I don’t know if I can wait until the day after tomorrow to see you,” he said leaning in to kiss me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and met him halfway.
“Come for dinner tomorrow. I need to practice my menu,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Just for dinner?” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“We’ll see where it goes from there. There might be a dessert course.”
“In that case, I’ll be there,asteri mou.” The nickname didn’t sound like he was teasing anymore. It sounded like he meant it.
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The next day, I went foraging in the hills forhortafor dinner. I was nervous about cooking my menu for Nikos. Strangely the idea of sharing my food made me feel more vulnerable than sharing my naked body with him.
