Page 116 of Hold Me Today

My thumb traces the elastic band of her underwear. They’re pink, high-waisted, and not anywhere close to resembling sexy lingerie. But on the woman wearing them, they might as well be the hottest scrap of fabric I’ve ever seen. “Oh, yeah,” I finally murmur back, boldly tracing my thumb over the damp spot not even the pink material can disguise. “Fabric cleaner. Putting the cushions through the wash. The whole nine yards.” Her legs quiver, and I press a palm to her inner thigh to spread them wider. “She’ll never have to know.”

Mina’s chuckle turns into a moan when I drop my head and kiss her, right over where she needs me most. “I love you.”

I glance up, staring past the line of her underwear, over her sweatshirt, and up to her beautiful face. “Say it again.”

Her fingers curl into my hair, tugging hard on the strands. “I love you,” she whispers, her hips churning upward, desire written in her every move. With glassy eyes, she lifts her head to meet my gaze. “I love you. I love you.”

God, yes.

Hooking a finger under the fabric of her panties, I pull them to the side and inhale sharply. “You’re mine,koukla,” I growl, right before I press my tongue to her clit. Her whole body shudders, her knees clamping inward, her nails scraping my scalp. I don’t ease up on the pressure, not once. Not when she begs for me to fuck her, not when she strains to lift her hips. I plant a forearm over her pelvis, keeping her locked into place, and then use two fingers to hold her folds open.

“Nick.” Her body trembles as I suck on the hood of her sex. “Please.” A low, keen moan rumbles in her chest as I plunge a finger deep in her pussy. I work her in tandem, my finger thrusting, my tongue flicking, until she’s so far gone that I doubt she even realizes that she’s crying out. “Oh, yes! I love you. Please, I need . . .”

Need claws at my body. The need to fuck her. The need to kiss her lips and then again, but this time right over that sensitive spot of hers, where her shoulder and neck meet. She writhes against my mouth, and still I don’t let up. A second finger joins the first, and I curl them together, listening avidly for the hitch in her breath. She gives it, her hands leaving my head to grip the throw pillows behind her as her back bows and her mouth parts on one of her sexy whimpers. Desperation tugs low at my spine, and I pull back only long enough to grip my cock in my hand. Give it a slow pump, twisting at the crown. The second sweep up my length is faster, tighter. My fingers bite into Mina’s thigh, and I know she’ll have bruises tomorrow. But, still, I can’t stop. Not my gaze from landing on her flushed face, not my hand from jerking my shaft like I’m some fifteen-year-old faced with his firstPlayboy.

“Are you touching yourself?”

At Mina’s soft question, I let out a deep groan. “I’m so hot for you.”

The cushions squeak as she sits up with her hands on my shoulders, her legs on either side of my torso as I continue to kneel on the floor. Under her watch, my hips move on their own accord, meeting my closed fist again and again.

Until it’s me being pushed to my ass and Mina who’s crawling up my body. She cups my balls, tugging gently, and kisses the crown of my cock. Her pink lips sink down, taking me inch by inch. Her cheeks hollow with each downward glide of her mouth, that wild, curly hair fanning around her face like a halo.

Having sex in my sister’s condo isn’t exactly the most appropriate or romantic of places, but I don’t think she cares. I pull Mina’s sweatshirt over her head, feeling a momentary bout of surprise that she’s not wearing a bra. “I want to touch you,” I say, raggedly, fisting her hair and tugging backward. It’s either that or blow my load too early, and there’s not a chance in hell that we’re not finishing this together. Literally. “I want you to know that all of me is yours.”

Her lips tremble, her hands finding my hips. She scrambles up to the sofa, then crooks a finger at me to join her. I do so with my chest feeling light even though I’m wound so tight I could burst on the spot.

Hands on either side of her hips, planted down on the cushions, I line up my cock with her entrance. I meet her gaze, see the heat and the love mingling there. “You were meant for me, Ermione.”

And then I drive forward, pushing tight into her pussy, and her legs around my hips turn to steel and her lips part in a silent cry. She’s so goddamn wet, so goddamn tight. My legs quiver, the one planted on the floor for leverage downright shaking. I’m already so close to coming.

“Hold on to me,koukla.” My voice is pure grit.

So, she does. She clings to my shoulders as I thrust, nails biting into my skin and marking me as hers. Blood roars in my head, stripping the periphery of my vision until all I see isher. Her honey eyes blazing with passion. Her small, perky tits bouncing with the force of my hips slamming into hers. Her chest arching upward as I piston my hips forward.

In and out, in and out.

“I love you,” I rasp in English.

“S’agapo,” she whispers in Greek.

I drop my head, and—as she once put it so eloquently—do business. I change my angle, my hips moving faster, more urgently. I kiss that favorite spot of hers, my fingers gripping the armrest behind her head. Her palms find the expanse of my back, gliding down to curve over my ass. She meets me thrust for thrust, and heat builds at the base of my spine. Desperate to see her come before me, I lift my chest far enough to skate my hand between us. I circle her clit, pressure increasing, and—fuck, yes—her hips spasm as she cries out my name. Her walls tighten around my cock, and it’s over right then and there. I follow her over the edge, hips pistoning fast and insistent as I spill myself inside her.

Only when I’m thinking somewhat clearly, my chest sticky against hers, do I ask, “Did you see the mural?”

Her voice breathless, Mina quirks a brow. “What mural?”

I hum a little in my chest, and thank God that somehow Mina, who always noticeseverything, failed to look up in her own salon. I like to think of it as divine intervention because for the last month since the thought occurred to me, I wanted to be there when she finally saw what I had painted for her.

“We’re taking a little trip.” Patting her hip, I pull out of her and reach for my shorts. “Bathroom, clean up so Effie doesn’t murder us, and then we’re going toAgape.”

“ToAgape?” she echoes.

But she does what I say anyway, no questions asked. Because she trusts me.

I smile during the entire ride over to Cambridge. We leave my car behind and take Mina’s, and I playfully threaten that if she doesn’t like what I have to show her, that she can’t just leave me hanging with no way back to Effie’s.

She quirks her lips and flashes that sultry smile and even though she has coffee on her sweatshirt and she’s wearing two different-colored sneakers, I can’t help but say, “You’re gorgeous,koukla.”

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