The Greek Children's Doctor(28)

The slide of his hands over her bare flesh made her shiver in  anticipation and she forgot her plans to resist him. Resistance just  wasn't an option.

Without lifting his mouth from hers, he lifted her easily in his arms  and walked the short distance to the bedroom, kicking the door shut  behind him and laying her down on the middle of the bed.

Breathing rapidly, his dark eyes blazing with a sexual need that  thrilled her, he yanked off his shirt and came down on top of her,  kissing her again until she was writhing and sobbing beneath him.

His hands slid smoothly over her heated flesh, removing the final  barrier, and finally she was naked, spread beneath him on the cool,  white sheets.

Breathing harshly, he bent his head and teased her nipple, flicking  gently with his tongue and then drawing her into the heat of his mouth.  Tortured by an almost intolerable excitement, she gasped and stretched  her arms above her head, writhing frantically in an attempt to free her  body of the sexual need that threatened to consume her.

Refusing to give her the release she craved, he continued to torment  her, his strong hand stroking her stomach lightly as he used his mouth  on her breasts.

She shifted her hips, aware of his hand resting on her stomach and wanting it lower …

Finally, finally when she thought she was going to explode with  frustration he moved his hand and found the moist, warm centre of her  longing.

Feeling him touching her so intimately, she lowered her arms and slid  them down his smooth, muscled back, pushing impatiently at his shorts,  wanting him naked.

With a smooth movement he dispensed with the rest of his clothes and she gasped in anticipation as he moved above her.

'Look at me, Libby.' His hoarse command penetrated her dazed brain and  her eyes locked onto his, registering the raw need she saw there.

The eye contact just increased the closeness and intimacy of what they  were sharing and when she felt him, hard and strong against the damp  heat of her femininity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling  him with every centimetre of her quivering body.

He entered her with a smooth, demanding thrust that left her in no doubt  of just how much he wanted her and she lifted her hips, encouraging him  to thrust deeper still, until there was no knowing where he ended and  she began.

He possessed her fully, mind and body, his eyes burning into hers as he  thrust in a pagan rhythm that had her gasping and digging her nails into  the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

It was the ultimate in sexual excitement, a connection so strong that  she felt as though they'd be joined for ever, and she wrapped her legs  around him, rocking, giving as much as he took.

Neither of them spoke, but the air was filled with the sensual sounds of  their love-making. A soft gasp, a harsh groan and ragged, uneven  breathing as his body increased the rhythm, creating an agony of  excitement that propelled her towards completion.



She couldn't look away from him. Even when her body exploded in a  shattering climax that seemed endless, her eyes were locked on his,  drawing him in, feeling him deep inside her both physically and  mentally.                       
       
           



       

And even then he didn't release her. He just slowed the pace, thrusting  deeply, building the heat again until she was writhing against him,  desperate for the faster, pounding rhythm that would propel her upwards  again, towards the mindless ecstasy that she craved.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't stand the sexual torment any  longer, he shifted his weight, still staring deep into her eyes as he  gave them both the exquisite satisfaction that their bodies demanded.

This time when she peaked she felt his body shudder within hers and felt  the pulsing strength of him deep inside her. Her fingers tightened on  his arms and she cried out his name, clinging to him in desperation as  she tumbled headlong into paradise.

Gradually their breathing slowed and he rolled onto his back, holding  her firmly against him, giving her no opportunity to distance herself.

She lay still in his arms, shocked by the explosion of pleasure that had  rocked her entire body. Then she turned and gave him a weak smile. 'I  thought you said that you shouldn't exercise when you've just eaten?'

He bent his head and kissed her. 'That,' he said slowly, 'depends on the exercise.'

Libby stayed with her head on his chest, feeling the roughness of his  body hair against her cheek and the steady thud of his heart. His  wonderfully male smell teased her nostrils and she closed her eyes, not  wanting the moment to end.

It just felt so perfect.

But it wasn't. Nothing could be that perfect.

'I better get some clothes on-'

'No. This time you're not going anywhere.' He rolled her underneath him  and stroked her damp hair away from her face. 'Having communicated  honestly through body language, this is the part where you speak and  admit that you have feelings for me.'

Achingly aware of the weight of his body touching every part of her, she caught her breath. 'Feelings?'

'That's right.' He gave a lazy smile and shifted slightly.

'What makes you think I have feelings?' She gasped as she felt him against her. 'It was just sex, Andreas.'

He chuckled and bent his head to kiss her again. 'Ah. Back to ''just  sex'' again. Tell me, Lib, how many times have you had sex like that  before?'

'Oh, you know-once or twice … ' She licked dry lips and tried to look  casual but it was pretty hard because he was still lying on top of her  and she could feel the hard muscle of his thigh wedged against hers.

He rested his forehead against hers, intensifying the contact between  them. 'You're lying, agape mou. You've never had sex like that before.'

'You are so arrogant-'

'And the reason I know that,' he said, ignoring her interruption, 'is  because I haven't either. Something happens between you and I, Libby,  and it's special. Unique to us. Just ours.'

Just ours.

He was doing it again. Making it sound special.

She struggled to catch her breath. 'That's rubbish.'

'Is it?' He shifted slightly so that not one single inch of her body was  left untouched by his. 'If it's rubbish, why did you run out on me the  night of the ball?'

'The evening was over.' The hair on Andreas's chest teased her  sensitised nipples and she struggled to concentrate as her body  responded to the lightest of touches.

'You always desert your partner without saying goodbye?' He moved  against her and she gasped, realising that he knew exactly what he was  doing. 'No, Libby. You ran that night because what we shared was so  frighteningly good-so intense-that you were scared witless. You  panicked.'



She was writhing under him now, her body arching in an effort to ease the intolerable ache in her pelvis.

'Andreas … '

He gave a low growl and raked a hand through her blonde hair. 'Tell me how you feel, Libby. Tell me.'

She stared up at him, lost in the expression in his dark eyes, her whole  body feverish and quivering. She just felt so hot. 'I want you … '

He gave a groan of frustration and bent his head to capture her mouth. 'Admit that it's not just sex.'

Desperate for him, she gasped and arched against him. 'Andreas, please … '

'No.' His voice was a low growl. 'Not until you admit the way you feel.'

Libby whimpered. 'Do you want me to hit you?'

'Admit it.'

'Andreas … '

'I love you, Libby.' He spoke the words softly and her breathing and heart stopped simultaneously.

He loved her?

Afraid she'd misheard him, she lay utterly still and he gave a sigh and shifted slightly so that he could look at her.                       
       
           



       

'Did you hear me?'

She nodded slowly and he gave a wry smile.

'So this is the point when you tell me that you love me, too.'

Libby felt a rush of panic. She didn't love him. She didn't want to love him. It was asking for trouble. He'd hurt her …

'It's just sex, Andreas. Good sex, admittedly, but just sex.'

He gave a frustrated grunt. 'You're lying and if I have to pin you to  this bed for the rest of your life I'm going to make you admit the  truth.' His dark eyes were unbelievably gentle. 'The sex is good because  we love each other, Libby. Why don't you just admit that you've never  felt this way about a man before and that you're scared?'

Libby's heart was thumping so hard she could hardly breathe. 'All right.  I've never felt like this about a man before and I'm scared,' she  parroted, and he sighed.

'Relationships don't have to go wrong, Libby. I know you've seen some  bad examples, but that doesn't mean that there aren't good examples out  there, too. My parents were happily married for forty years. Why won't  you just trust me?'

She bit her lip. 'Because it's been too quick, too good to be true, and  because I don't believe that fairy-tales always have happy endings,'

'Then you'd better prepare yourself for a shock,' he said softly,  lowering his head to kiss her gently, 'because this particular  fairy-tale is going to have the best ending you can possibly imagine.'