Page 10 of Forbidden Greek Mistress
And then, impossibly, he bent his head to hers, and claimed her mouth with his.
Selwen had never been kissed. She couldn’t remember it. Either way, she had to believe that the anodyne impression she had of what kissing was couldn’t possibly be anything like thisthingthat he was doing.
This bold, brilliant, impossible storm between them.
She could feel everything that he was doing, the way he angled his mouth against hers, the side of his tongue, the press of his lips. He kissed her like he knew her, like he’d kissed her just like this a thousand times before.
He kissed her like she was his.
He kissed her and more astonishingly, she kissed him back, and when she felt his hands move down the length of her torso she leaned in closer to get more of that friction, that pressure.
Selwen thought she would do anything to keep feelingjust like this.
She leaned in and his hand was beneath her dress. She felt that lick of hard heat along her thigh and her body was doingthings all on its own, leaning back, arching into him, like she was welcoming him home. Then his hand was between her legs, and still he was kissing her and kissing her, and she was making noises she had never heard before, not from her—
“Saskia,” he said, his mouth against hers, “damn you, I thought you were dead.”
And when the storm broke over his hard hand and the way she clamped down to keep it where it was, she broke with it.
CHAPTER THREE
Thanasis felt thatcrash and tug inside of him, and he couldn’t tell if it was the sound of the sea against the sand, or simply his reaction to the feel of her clenching tight on his fingers. Or the quivering that took over her whole body and left her sighing.
She made that noise he knew better than he knew his own name, slightly high-pitched and in the back of her throat. There was a time he had lived for that sound—that incontrovertible evidence that she came apart in his hands so easily.
That together they were fire and magic, no matter what might happen in the world outside the space they kept together.
He had no idea how he had lived this long without it. Withouther.
What Thanasis knew—the way he also knew his heart pumped, his lungs breathed, and his bones held him upright—was that he had no intention of ever doing so again.
Whatever this situation was, and he did not pretend to understand it, there was no possibility that he would end up without her again. She was alive.
Saskia wasaliveand that was the beginning and end of everything that mattered to him.
Now it was simply a matter of sorting out the details. And what had happened over the last five years.
Not to mention, the fact she seemed to think she was marrying his father.
But first there was the sweet weight of her, limp in his arms. He could hear her breath coming in fast. He stroked her hair, still not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming, which would mean he might wake at any moment. He didn’t think, this time, that he could bear it.
She straightened then, pushing herself upright while he took his time disengaging from her. When he stood, he found her eyes on him. And he could have sworn there was something very nearly accusatory there in those steeped tea depths, though he found he was not in the least apologetic.
He watched her swallow, hard. And there were many things he could have said. There were conversations to be had and he was fairly certain they wouldn’t be pleasant.
But this was. He decided to stay withthis,then. Thanasis lifted his hand and without shifting his gaze from hers, he licked his fingers clean.
And had the distinct pleasure of watching her react to that. Her cheeks flooded with a bright red flush. Her lovely eyes went wide and something like stunned.
The heat between them seemed tohum.
It reminded him of when he’d first met her, in those early days when she was still so innocent and he had still been able to shock her. It reminded him of the pleasure he’d taken in that, in her, in the way she gave herself to him simply because she’d loved him.
Oh, how she’d loved him, in such a fast rush of utter certainty that he’d felt duty-bound to warn her against it. He’d been the worldly, sophisticated one. He’d tried to protect her from herself—
I don’t need your help, thank you,she’d told him, sitting astride his lap while the mercurial English sun teased its way through the windows of their flat in Chelsea.I will love youno matter how terribly you treat me, as important men of the world are wont to do.
She had been teasing him, then. She had laughed, and then she’d kissed him.
