A Deal with Demakis(64)
His large hands holding her immobile, he licked her collarbone. That small, almost-there-but-gone point of contact, her whole body gathered behind it. “I want to see all of you this time.”
She nodded, her mouth dry. She slid from his lap, her skin tingling at his continued perusal. “I want to see you, too. On the bed,” she added, forcing the words past the thundering beat of her heart.
He stood up from the chair and neared her. His smile cut grooves in his cheeks, making him look deliciously divine.
“What? I’m being outspoken, demanding what I want from life, from you.”
“I can see that. And you look gloriously beautiful doing it.” He ran his finger over the edge of her pink bra, and she willed herself not to step back. It was easy to speak the words, but to match her actions was something else altogether. Because she would always be amazed that he could want her, that the blazing desire in his eyes was for her. “Did you just think that up?”
“It’s like my subconscious speaks up every time I am near you. You probably think the bed is boring but—”
He covered the distance between them and picked her up. She tucked her hands around his neck and pushed herself closer. “Nothing with you is boring, Ms. Nelson. Although, I think we can make it interesting.”
He threw her on the bed, and Lexi thought she would expire from how soft the sheets were. “What do you mean, Mr. Demakis?”
Unbuttoning his dress shirt, he prowled to the other end of the room and grabbed a champagne bottle from the ice bucket.
Lexi moved to her knees. The dark desire in his gaze sent a tingle from her head to toe. “You should know I’m not much of a drinker.”
He shrugged off his T-shirt and took a sip of the champagne. “Who said you will be drinking it?”
With his other hand, he reached around her back and unhooked her bra, while his tongue found the exact spot on her neck that drove her out of her skin and licked it. His hands tugged down her shorts and panties next.
She was naked and twin strips of color blooded his cheekbones. “Never say you’re not beautiful again, thee mou.”
One hand snaked around her waist, his long fingers cupping her buttocks. Her nipples grazed against his chest. Throwing her head back, Lexi groaned, shivering all over.
He kissed her mouth, his tongue swirling the tender inside, licking, nipping, her hands roaming his back, desperate for more. His fingers sank into her hair and pulled her face up for his scrutiny. “Do you trust me, Lexi?” he whispered against her skin.
Lexi nodded, no words coming to her mouth.
“Then close your eyes.”
Willing to do anything he asked, she closed her eyes. Words whispered in Greek and English, wicked promises, rained down sensation upon sensation. She gasped as he bound something around her eyes, and realized it was the tie he had loosened earlier.
He pushed at her shoulders softly and Lexi fell back, every inch of her trembling. She waited, the soft breeze from the veranda touching every inch of her. Desire coiled tighter and tighter in her lower belly as she heard the rustle of his clothes. The bed dipped and Nikos’s hair-roughened leg rasped deliciously against her.
She gasped as something cold, the champagne she realized with a gasp, fell in a slow trickle over her collarbone. Then over her breasts, over her trembling stomach. She fisted her hands in the sheets as the cold liquid only heated up the rest of her skin even more.