She pushed a hand against his chest. He moved obediently off her, his gaze tracking her as she slid off the bed and shrugged her shoulders to send her dress slithering to the floor. The expression on Nik’s face made her tremble. He looked as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Nik joined her, stripping off his pants and boxers. He sprawled on the bed, spreading himself out like an olive-skinned feast for her personal consumption. His impressive erection was impossible to ignore, skimming the taut, defined wall of his abdomen. He looked as if he might last forever...
She climbed on the bed and straddled him, her hair sliding against his muscular chest as she brought her mouth down to his. She kissed him, feasted on him until he captured a chunk of her hair in his fingers and lifted her mouth from his.
His eyes were a hot, feverish blue, burning with intent. He fisted himself and brought the wide tip of his erection to her hot, damp flesh. Just the touch of him sent an excited shiver through her. She lifted her hips to take him inside her; gasped as he palmed her buttock and arched his hips, filling her with his thick, hard length in one savage thrust.
She rested her palms on his abdomen, eyes closed as she absorbed the sensation of being impaled on him. When the world righted itself, she opened her eyes.
“You are an animal tonight.”
“Too long,” he growled. “It’s been too long.”
His fingers gripped her hips. He lifted her off him, then back down, filling her with his hard, hot possession. Blinding her to anything but what it was to be taken by him, body and soul. Because that’s what this was, no matter what either of them said, wanted to admit to each other, this was far beyond sex.
A moan escaped her. He gave her no reprieve, pulling her down on him again and again, his rough commands to take him deeper, harder, more animalistic than they’d ever been before.
Her body stirred back to life at the feel of him everywhere. He was that big, that powerful in this position. Indescribable.
He wrapped a hand around her jaw, his eyes blazing a path right through her as he brought her mouth down to his. There was a fierce need for possession in his eyes, but there was also a hunger. A hunger so deep she felt it down to her toes.
He wanted her. He needed her. But there was more. A depth of emotion he couldn’t hide.
Witnessing it evoked dangerous thoughts. The thought that maybe, someday, he could get past his lack of trust. Be able to love her. Because she was afraid that’s what she was beginning to want.
His tongue raked her bottom lip, demanding entry. She opened for him as he thrust it inside, mimicking the hard drives of his body. Her flesh softened, melted around him, giving him everything he asked for. He continued his merciless assault until his breath came in harsh pulls and his big body tensed, poised on release.
He slid his hand between them then, the rough pad of his thumb finding her core. He circled against her, his breath hot on her cheek as they came up for air. Sofía moaned, low and desperate.
“That’s it, agapimeni,” he urged, “come with me.”
His expert touch, his hard driving body pushing her closer with every stroke tumbled her into a sweet, deep release that washed over her like a powerful tide, radiating outward from where his thumb played her. She uttered a strangled groan as it racked every nerve ending.
Nik growled, took her mouth and ground against her as he sought his release, the friction pulling her orgasm out in an extended, exquisite shudder.
The hot clench of her body pushed him over the edge. He drove harder, his essence spilling into her in a sweet, hot rush. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, savoring him.
When their breathing slowed, Nik pulled her down to nestle against his chest. She rested her head against the hard thud of his heart as he stroked her hair. It slowed gradually to an even, regular beat beneath her ear.
The connection they shared, the perfection of it, brought a question tumbling from her mouth.
“Who was she, Nikandros?”
CHAPTER TEN
NIK’S HAND STILLED on her hair. “Who are you talking about?”
She pushed herself up on her forearms to look at him. “The woman who’s made you so gun-shy. So mistrustful. Stella told me about her, but she wouldn’t give me details.”
A flat, self-contained expression moved across his face. “She was nothing.”
“If she was nothing, then you can tell me.”
“Why?” Antagonism invaded that cool composure. “Why dredge up old history?”
“Because it goes to the heart of your mistrust of women. And I need to know.”
He lifted her off him and set her on the bed. Sitting up, he raked a hand through his hair. “There isn’t much to say. I dated a woman in my early twenties. I was less guarded back then. I shared things with her I shouldn’t have. Near the end, when our relationship was coming to its natural conclusion, she could sense it and used some of the things I’d told her against me and my family.”