A Deal with Demakis(56)

                His skin was slick under her palms, his muscles bunching and flexing, every inch of him rigid with want that was all for her. To have him inside her, to hold this powerful man shuddering in her arms, it was the most powerful, most freeing thing she had ever felt.

                Every time, he thrust into her, Lexi felt his control snap, his finesse slip and his desperation take over. Until a hoarse grunt fell from his lips and he became utterly still.

                Lexi pushed his hair from his forehead and pressed a kiss to his lips, unable to hold herself back. She had known that sex with Nikos would be fantastic, earth-shattering. But the tenderness in his eyes, the soft, slow kiss he pressed to her mouth, as if she had given him the most precious gift ever, seared through her.

                She had no defense against it. Except to tell herself that she was imagining things, that it was her innate need to bond with him, to make this more than it was.

                It was amazing sex, and she wasn’t going to let her insecurities ruin it.

                She could do this. In fact, she would not only do this, but she would have the time of her life doing it. Fears and doubts, regrets and tears...she would have the rest of her life to indulge in once she was back in New York.





                                      CHAPTER TEN

                LEXI HAD JUST returned to the mansion from the beach the next afternoon when Nikos returned from wherever it was that he’d been. Wraparound shades shielded his expression from her as he stilled in the foyer at the sight of her. But she still felt his scrutiny as vividly as if he had laid those big hands of his over her skin. Her neck prickled, every inch of her skin stretched taut at his continued perusal.

                “I am going to the other side of the island where the new hotel is being built. If you would like to accompany me, meet me at the entrance in fifteen minutes. Ask Maria to pack a change of clothes for you.”

                “I can do that myself but...I... Why?”

                “I might have to stay there overnight. Do you want to be here alone? If you wish to, that is fine.”

                “No, I want to go. I will be ready in fifteen.”

                She made her way to her bedroom, more confused than ever.

                Instead of the smoldering sexual tension between them cooling off, it had only thickened once he had straightened his clothes and then hers last night.

                She had just stood there on shaking legs, the aftershock of her orgasm still rocking through her, her body still quivering at the assault of unbearable pleasure. It was as though her brain circuits had gone haywire from so much pleasure. Only Nikos’s gentle movements, as he’d held her in his arms for what seemed like an eternity had punctured the sensual haze.

                The raucous gaiety of the nightclub, the quick ride to the private airstrip, she remembered nothing of it.

                Her memories of last night were all of him—how he had felt inside her, how he had held her after and how he had her carried her to the waiting limo when her knees had threatened to buckle under her.

                She had been glad that he hadn’t commented on her silence, because she’d had no idea what she would have said. All she knew was that she had been buried under an avalanche of sensations and feelings. None of which she had wanted to examine or give voice to.

                The next thing she knew, she had woken up in the vast bed in the Demakis mansion, a strange lethargy in her blood. Which meant she had fallen asleep on the flight to the island.