Page 42 of Reunited By the Greek's Baby

‘There’s been no one since you, Isla.’

It shouldn’t surprise her, after all he’d been locked away for months. Yet he’d been free for some time. A man with Theo’s looks, charisma and wealth would have no trouble attracting women and surely he’d been tempted to celebrate his freedom from incarceration.

Yet she believed him. Everything she learned about him told her he was a man who’d protect those he cared for. He might only care for her as the mother of his unborn child but he would keep her safe.

‘Then come here. I need you to hold me.’

She’d missed Theo’s arms around her, his heart beating against hers and his powerful body sheltering her. Besides, despite the glittering climax he’d bestowed, her body still throbbed eagerly. He’d taken the edge off her need but she wanted him, wanted them together.

The bed dipped as he lay beside her, turning her towards him and surveying her intently. His back was to the window so his face was in shadow, yet Islafelthis scrutiny as sure as touch.

She palmed his cheek, feeling his flesh twitch in response. He radiated heat and pent-up tension. When she slid her hand down his neck and across his shoulder she found every inch rigid. His breathing was harsh and uneven.

Everything told her he fought to rein himself in, his need so powerful she wondered if perhaps he didn’t trust himself. Otherwise why hold back? There’d never been reticence in their lovemaking and Isla had learned the joys of sexual power and sensual abandon with him as well as the most beguiling tenderness.

‘Theo? What is it?’

He breathed deep, the hair on his chest tickling her nipples and sending a shaft of desire straight to her womb.

‘I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.’

Her breath snared. His concern and hesitation moved her. He didn’t act like the uncaring man she’d once painted him, someone who used and discarded people at his convenience.

Isla’s heart swelled. ‘You’re not going to hurt us. I want you.’

I need you.

But she bit her lip so as not to let those words escape.

She shuffled towards him, closing the space between them and a gasp ripped through the night air. His large hand settled on her waist, his knee nudging between her thighs. ‘I don’t think I can hold back.’

‘Good.’ Then her breath fractured as his hand moved to her sensitive breast and her eyes rolled back at the perfection of his touch. No other man had ever affected her so.

Yet instead of pushing her onto her back and moving over her, Theo slid his hand around her knee and lifted her leg over his hip, tugging her close until she felt his hard shaft between her legs. They lay on their sides facing each other and she was completely open to him. Even then he didn’t move immediately but those seconds of waiting only fuelled her hunger.

He guided himself so she felt the blunt head of his erection against her and couldn’t prevent herself moving, seeking all that masculine strength she longed for.

‘Isla.’ He whispered her name as she planted her palm on his broad chest to feel his heart thrumming as fast as hers.

With one slow, sure thrust Theo brought them together. It had been so long and it felt so utterly perfect that for a second Isla forgot how to breathe. Instantly he stopped, as if trying to gauge if her response was from discomfort. But when she angled her pelvis towards him, hooking her heel harder behind him to bring them together, all hesitancy vanished.

In an instant he was the strong, accomplished lover she remembered. He took command of their rhythm and her body. His guttural words of praise stoked her arousal, as did his ability to find exactly the right spot, deep inside, where she most needed him.

Then, just as she thought this couldn’t get any better, he leaned in and kissed her.

Isla had forgotten how flagrantly erotic a kiss could be. How perfect the sense of communion between two mouths, two bodies moving as one.

Pleasure was a gift equally shared as she gave him back caress for caress, holding him close as if their joined bodies might fly apart unless she held on tight.

His mouth was dark velvet. His body a force of nature, consuming yet revitalising her, making her feel helpless in the face of such power but at the same time stronger and more alive than she’d ever been. As if he stripped her back to bare essentials then revealed something in herself more profound than she’d ever recognised.

Through it all were those threads of pleasure, weaving through her body, unravelling, bunching, but finally coming together in beautiful patterns that presaged bliss and the ultimate mystery between a man and a woman.

Isla felt everything coalesce, every sensation, every emotion and fear was part of it, part of her.

She cried his name as the thundering roar of pleasure bore down on her again. This time, wonderfully, he was there with her, his body urging her on, his mouth swallowing her sob of fulfilment. Wave upon wave of ecstasy broke through her and she clutched him close. Then, just as she found her peak, Theo’s powerful body shuddered in her embrace, the hot liquid of his climax pulsing deep.

Incredible tenderness filled her as she gathered him to her. He groaned and called her name, the sound muffled in the sensitive curve between her shoulder and neck.

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