What the Greek's Money Can't Buy(66)

                Dear Lord, she was going to come like she never had before. She reached out, intending to grip the sheets, and instead encountered hot, muscled flesh.

                Her eyes flew open just as he reared above her and plunged, hot, stiff and deep inside her.

                ‘Sakis!’

                ‘Yes! Theos, you look so hot like that.’

                She repeated his name in a strangled litany as the most forceful orgasm she’d ever had laid her to waste. Through it all he kept up the rhythm, his groans of pleasure prolonging hers, so she milked him with her muscles.

                ‘Brianna, eros mou.’ He fell onto his elbows and plunged his fingers into her hair, holding her down as he plundered her mouth with his. ‘You’re incredible,’ he breathed against her lips as he surged deeper inside her. ‘I can’t get enough of you.’

                His fingers tightened in her hair as his mouth drifted over her jaw to her neck. His breath grew harsh, his body momentarily losing its steady rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over them.

                Gritting his teeth, Sakis forced back control into his body, if only temporarily, because he knew he was fighting a losing battle. But it was a battle he was perfectly willing to surrender.

                The warm, sexy body undulating beneath him blew his mind. While half of him declared himself insane for waiting this long to give in to the spellbinding attraction, the other half rejoiced at waiting. It was clear Brianna wouldn’t have given in under normal circumstances.

                Something had happened today at the café. He didn’t know what and couldn’t pinpoint it but the simple meal had taken an unexpected turn, had shaken him in a way that had left him reeling.

                She’d felt it too; he knew it. Whether it was the reason she’d ended up here, he didn’t know, but he intended to grasp this golden opportunity with both hands.

                Her inner muscles tightened again and he nearly lost it. The swollen temptation of her roughly kissed mouth parted on a breath and he groaned. Sweet heaven, everything about her blew his mind, but never in a thousand years had he dreamed the sex with her would be this great, this intense.

                She breathed his name again, as if now she’d given herself permission to use it she couldn’t say it enough. That was okay with him...more than okay. The sound of his name on her lips was a potent aphrodisiac all by itself.

                He was leaning down to take those impossibly delectable lips again when he saw it. Buried beneath the cascade of her hair was an elegant scroll across her left collarbone.

                She surged blindly up at that moment, impatient for his kiss, and her hair fell away.

                ‘I refuse to sink’, the tattoo read. And beside it was a tiny etching of a soaring phoenix.

                He already knew she was brave beyond words. The glimpse of her life she’d shared with him had alerted him to a not-so-rosy past, perhaps a harsh childhood. Sakis was struck again by how little he really knew of her. Nevertheless, he knew he didn’t need to dig to find out she had a core of integrity that had remained unblemished, despite whatever adversities she’d faced.

                The knowledge jolted something deep and alien inside him. Shockingly, he desired her even more. He bucked into her and revelled in her hitched breathing. But he wanted more; felt an unrelenting need to touch her in the way she’d touched him tonight.

                ‘Open your eyes, pethi mou,’ he demanded hoarsely.

                Slowly her lids parted, displaying exquisite turquoise eyes drenched in desire. ‘What?’