Page 29 of Virgin's Night with the Greek

The wet heat of her mouth and the loose tickling tendrils of her hair maddened him. His breathing was harsh and fast and shallow and was becoming more so with every passing second. The tension coiling inside him was unbearable. He was moments away from losing it and out of habit he tried to pull her head back, but she wasn’t having any of it. To his relief, she simply shook him off and carried on, and he couldn’t have protested even if he’d wanted to.

When she increased the exquisite pressure and upped the pace, he lost the ability to think. He was impossibly hot, shuddering uncontrollably, and then, his control history, his hands in her hair, his climax was upon him, ripping through his body with the force of a wrecking ball. With a groan, he threw his head back and exploded, pulsing relentlessly until he had nothing left to give.

‘Well, we knowthatworks,’ said Willow with a throaty lightness that totally belied the thundering of her heart, the hot achy throbbing between her legs and the intense feeling of triumph sweeping through her.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and brushed the hair from her face. The tang of musky saltiness lingered deliciously on her tongue. Her jaw ached but she didn’t care. Leo’s dazed expression made her feel as if she’d conquered the world.

His eyes were glazed and his voice, once he’d recovered enough to be able to speak, was thick and slurred. ‘That was—you are—astonishing.’

‘Was there anything I could have done better?’

‘I hope not. I doubt I’d survive it.’

‘Good to know.’

‘You made me lose control.’

‘And how do you feel about that?’

‘I’m not entirely sure,’ he murmured with a faint frown. ‘Unsettled? It seems churlish to complain but I’m supposed to be empowering you.’

‘You did empower me. I’ll prove it.’

She scooted up his body and leaned forwards to kiss him while settling herself on his lap, her knees either side of his hips, his legs stretched out behind her. Her heart thumped at the feel of him against her, still hard—although not as much as earlier—and her nerves fluttered for a second, but she’d read that this position—one in which she could dictate things—was a good one. All he had to do was lie back and think of Greece. And she was hot, wet, as ready and as brave as she’d ever be.

‘Condom?’ she breathed in his ear.

Eyes dark and glittering, he reached out and rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand. Giving him some space, Willow slipped her knickers off, and then she was there and he was there, and all that remained was to sink down onto him. But she hesitated. She was too tense, and it definitely wasn’t going to work if she didn’t relax. Yet the more she tried to relax the tenser she became, which would only make things worse, and God, this wasawful.

As if sensing her doubts and fears, Leo shifted, removing the possibility of penetration, and to her relief the anxiety instantly eased. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly and within moments she was curling into him and practically purring. He ran his hands over her back, found the zip of her dress and tugged it down. She shivered as he pushed the garment up and over her head, then tossed it to the floor.

His smouldering gaze roamed over her. His breathing slowed. He wasn’t lying back and he wasn’t thinking of Greece. He was looking at her as though he wanted to devour her, which to her delight, suggested that he was as into this as she was despite her no doubt clumsy efforts to pleasure him.

He cupped her full, heavy breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples, and she gasped at the strength of her response. Her skin burned when he held her. A thousand volts shot to her core. Instinctively she arched her back, needing his mouth to replace his hands, and when he took up her invitation, she trembled. The faint prickle of his stubble grazing her skin intensified the sensations. She clung on to his shoulders and gripped his hair.

The heat powering through her veins was hotter than before. The desire flooding her body was greater, more insistent than anything she’d ever known. Coherent thought was fast disappearing. She just had to do it, she just had to be strong and fearless and—

Oh.

She stilled.

She’d done it. Somehow her body, her hips, in particular, had moved of their own accord and he was inside her. Not too deep. Not too hard.

And...it was OK.

Thanks to Leo’s patience and understanding, his reading of her mind and his willingness to let her do what she needed to do, the sacrifice of his much-vaunted control for her sake and his care and consideration, there was no pain, just a little discomfort that was dissipating by the second.

A hot tight knot lodged in her throat. Emotion swelled within her and her eyes stung and she was now the one feeling shaken and unsettled. But she swallowed down the knot and blinked back the emotion because she was filling with a clamouring urge to move, and she wanted to focus on that. Encouraged, hopeful, she bit her lip and tentatively rolled her hips, and that was wasn’t too bad either. It was actually really quite good.

His eyes were on hers, so close she could make out flecks of gold in the warm brown. Her reflection shimmered in his dilated pupils. She had the strangest feeling that if she looked hard enough she’d be able to peer into his soul.

What would she find there? she wondered, feeling him swelling and hardening inside her, although he held himself still. And what would he find in hers? Her deep-seated fear of love and heartbreak? The secret, terrible shame of sometimes resenting her mother for dying and destroying her hopes of romance? The agonising conflict of knowing that on the one hand surgery would help physically, but on the other being terrified of going under and also not waking up?

None of that was for his consumption. A meeting of souls was not what this was about. This was about helping her to function in the way she wanted, so she closed her eyes and pressed herself close. She kissed him hard and began to rock.

Leo held her loosely, giving her space to call a halt to the proceedings should she need to, but she was going nowhere. This position was working beautifully. The articles had been right about it putting her in control. Like this, she could adjust and adapt.

The rocking was becoming sensational. Her vision was blurring, her head was spinning and her body was turning into a quivering mass of sensation. Leo’s breathing was ragged against her skin. His muscles were taut beneath her fingers. His big body was trembling and his hands were moving over her heated skin increasingly wildly.

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