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It was just attraction, just lust, just this weirdly sensual island playing tricks on his mind. If he were in New York or Nashville, or any of the other cities he knew, this wouldn’t be an issue. But Santorini was magical, and when you added an attractive, trying-to-be-brave woman and out-of-control attraction things were bound to get tangled and misinterpreted.

He just had to keep his head. His big one needed to keep thinking and strategising, his little one … well, it was uncontrollable.

And right now, it needed him to stop thinking and start doing. ‘I need your mouth, sweetheart,’ he told her, his voice low and a little growly. He craved much more but he’d start there and work his way down.

Bea’s eyes met his, and she placed her hand on his cheek and brought her mouth closer, closer…

Unable to wait, and not in the mood to be teased, he pulled her in, chest to chest, the vee of her legs pushing into his cock. Forgetting gentle, he took possession of her mouth, making it his, just as he wanted to claim her body as his, too. He needed, just for this moment, this night, to bind her to him in the most elemental way possible. He wasn’t possessive, but a primal part of him, his caveman DNA, wanted to brand her as his.

Bea responded to his rough hands racing over her skin by wrapping her tongue around his and gently sucking. His cock instantly hardened – how was that even possible? – and he placed his hand on her lower back, to pull her deeper into him. Her legs widened and he felt her feminine heat. Needing to taste her, he boosted her up so that he could clamp his lips over her breast. She whimpered, and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, and the slight hit of pain only heightened his pleasure.

This was hot, real, amazing…

But he needed more. Lowering her, he told her to hold on and her legs wrapped around his hips again. He walked her out of the shallow edge of the pool and onto the deck.

‘Let’s take this back to the cottage,’ he murmured. He put her on her feet, taking a moment to look at her, his wet woodland nymph in the moonlight.

Bea bit her bottom lip and shifted from foot to foot. He now knew her well enough to know that she was thinking … and doubting. He pushed her wet hair off her forehead and brushed his mouth across hers. ‘It’s chilly out here, Bea-darling, and the other night I saw Golly wandering around late at night.’

With Bea as skittish as she was, the last thing they needed was to be interrupted by Golly, or anyone else out for a late-night stroll. He wouldn’t put it past Golly to give him tips on his technique. No, they needed to go back to the privacy of the cottage, to that huge bed that could accommodate his big frame.

He dressed Bea in his shirt and pulled up his shorts. Grabbing the rest of their clothes, he took her hand and fast walked her back to the cottage, stopping to kiss her at regular intervals. On her mouth, on both of her breasts… By the time they reached the cottage she was panting, and her eyes were a little glazed.

Gib shut the cottage door with his foot, dropped their clothes, scooped her up, and carried her through to the bedroom, gently lowering her onto the bed. Peeling his shirt off her was ten times better than opening a present on Christmas day…

Bea closed her eyes and tried to cover the strip of hair between her legs with her hand, to place her arm around her breasts, but Gib gently clasped her wrists and lifted them up and over her head, holding her easily with one hand. ‘No, I want to look at you.’

His gaze raked her from tip to toe, and each breath he took was hotter than the one before. Keeping his control was going to be a challenge, he wanted in,now, but he needed to savour her more. He was making a memory and intended to take his time.

After shedding his shorts, leaving them in a pile next to the bed, he stroked her, using the back of his fingers from one breast to the other, down her sternum and across her belly button, over her mound. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes darkened, and she touched her top lip with her tongue.

Good, her embarrassment was gone… Not that she had flaws she needed to hide.

‘Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Bea. Can I?’

She whispered her ‘yes’ and he slid his hand through her pubic hair, so soft, and danced over her folds. He found her clit and she arched her back. ‘I want to kiss you, suck you, taste you coming on my tongue.’

He watched her eyes and, judging by the surprise in them, instantly realised oral sex wasn’t something she’d experienced before. How the hell had she not had someone going down on her? What was wrong with the men in her life? Men in general?

Well, that was a wrong he could make right.

‘Do you trust me to make you feel good, Bea-baby?’

‘Uh …yes?’

He played with her again, loving the shock and need in her eyes. ‘Can I make you come with my teeth and my tongue?’

‘Um …sure?’

He heard hesitancy in her voice and knew he couldn’t continue until he was sure she wanted this as much as he did. ‘You don’t sound convinced, sweetheart.’

She bit down on her lip, so hard that she left teeth marks. And embarrassment was back in her eyes. ‘I just don’t know what to do,’ she admitted, unable to look at him.

He lifted her chin by grasping it between his finger and thumb and waited for her eyes to meet his. ‘You don’t have to do anything. That’s kinda the whole point.’

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Lying here, naked, with Gib looking at her, was miles out of Bea’s zone of comfort.

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