Page 43 of Forbidden Greek Mistress
He looked as if she’d struck him over the head with one of the heavy vases in the foyer.
Then he looked something a lot more like haunted when she unhooked her bra and let it fall too. And then his expression darkened and went molten hot when she peeled off her panties.
When she straightened, she let her hair fall all around her and she watched the way that he swallowed, hard. She could see the tension in him, and how his hands were curled into fists he kept tight at his side.
“You said I know you,” she said, standing there naked before him and somehow never feeling more powerful. “And I want to. I want to know you in every possible way. Maybe it will change my memory. Maybe it won’t. But either way, Thanasis. I want you.”
Then she turned and headed down the hallway toward their bed.
And her heart was pounding so hard that she wasn’t sure she could manage to keep walking. But she also couldn’t hear him, and that was the trouble.
She took one step, then another. She kept walking, and she didn’t allow herself to look back. She passed the study. Then she passed the guestroom. And right up ahead, she could see the bedroom door—
But then she was in the air, because he was sweeping her into his arms and holding her high against his chest. Thanasis kicked his way into the bedroom, tossed her on the bed, then followed her down before she could bounce.
Then his mouth was on hers, his body was a heavy weight on top of her, and everything made sense again.
This was better than the beach, because she only felt she really bloomed when he was pressing himself against her likethis. When he was holding her down so that she could wrap herself around him and press herself even closer.
Saskia realized belatedly that he had taken the time to remove his own clothes back in the living room. And wasn’t that thoughtful, because now there was no barrier at all between them.
Finally,she thought.Finally.
He ate at her mouth in some kind of delicious fury and then his hands were joining him in the exploration, and he was muttering against her neck. Half in Greek, but half in English as well.
“Perfect,” she heard him say, and low curse against her breast. “Still so fucking perfect.”
And it thrilled her.
He took his time inspecting every last part of her, and making sure she was all in one piece. That she washer.He found every new scar and freckle.
He knew her body so well, and he remembered everything.
He checked the entire front part of her body, down to the soles of her feet, and then he turned her over and started up her backside.
And when he got to her neck, he set his teeth to her nape and he hauled her up onto her knees with an arm around her middle. She thought that he might take her like that. One smooth, thick trust—
She was pretty sure he considered it, but then he pulled her over to her back again, came down with her, and slammed himself home.
Saskia was lost, immediately. She arched up to take all of him, and that easily, shattered apart.
It was one thing to have fingers inside of her on a beach, but this was something else. Something much, much better. This was heaven. This washers.
This was all of him, buried deep inside of her, and she had never wanted him more.
Not even that first time.
“I want to see you,” he told her gruffly. “All this time, I’ve only seen you in my head. It’s not enough, Saskia. It’s never been enough.”
As the orgasm faded, he began to play those dark and beautiful games of his, taking her from the heart of one fire and tossing her into the next. He slowed down when she tried to speed up. He laughed when she sobbed out her pleasure and her need.
And still he kept playing.
She didn’t know how he had it in him, after all this time. But that was Thanasis.
He was methodical. He was ruthless.
He brought her to the edge and tossed her off the side of it again and again.
