When Christakos Meets His Match(38)

                When he padded back into the bedroom she had moved again and now lay on her back, the sheet pulled up, just about covering her breasts. She moved minutely, as if sensing him. He came close to the bed and saw those dark lashes flutter on pale cheeks scored with pink. Her mouth moved and he wanted to cover it with his. His gaze was riveted to its lush lines and he wondered again how he’d dismissed her at first glance.

                ‘Hey...’

                Her husky voice startled him. Her eyes were open, slumberous. Shy. Something punched him in the gut. He had the bizarre feeling that everything in his life up till now had been a bit of a blur and he quashed it ruthlessly. This was no different from anything he’d done before. It was a little more intense, maybe...good chemistry. That was it.

                ‘Hey, yourself...mind if I join you?’

                Sidonie shook her head and Alexio undid his jeans, taking them off. When he got into bed he couldn’t not reach for Sidonie and she came willingly, her arms sliding around him like missing pieces of a jigsaw fitting together. Their mouths found each other and before Alexio could articulate another word he was giving up any attempt to rationalise what was happening because the urge not to think and just to act was stronger than anything he could resist.

                * * *

                ‘I want you to come to Greece with me.’

                Sidonie was in paradise. A paradise where she felt at peace and sated and in a state of bliss she’d only ever read about. And that gorgeous voice...

                ‘Sid...wake up.’

                Sid. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. A mouth brushed hers and Sidonie instinctively followed it, seeking more. The by now familiar spurt of desire and awareness was rousing her. Arousing her.

                She opened her eyes to see Alexio’s hard-boned stunning face and bare torso. She was aware of light flooding the big sparse room. Daylight. She blinked. Alexio hovered over her on one arm. His jaw was dark with stubble and she recalled feeling the delicious abrasion on her skin, her thighs. Her belly swooped alarmingly. A jumble of X-rated images tumbled through her mind and she had to breathe to try and not let them overwhelm her.

                She remembered him waking her last night...making love to her again. Showing her that the first time, as spectacular as it had been, had only been a precursor. She’d never known it could be like that—so intensely, violently pleasurable. So altering. She felt different.

                Alexio was looking at her, waiting for her to say something. Her voice felt rusty, hoarse from crying out over and over again. ‘What did you say?’

                His hand was on her bare belly under the sheet now and it quivered. Instantly Sidonie’s body came to life, nerves tingling, skin tightening. As if well aware of his effect on her, Alexio moved his hand up with exquisite slowness until he cupped her breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers, tightening it gently, enough to pinch.

                Sidonie sucked in a breath, wide awake now.

                ‘I said,’ he repeated, ‘I want you to come to Greece with me. I have a place on Santorini. I’ve decided to take a few days’ break...’

                Sidonie automatically went to shake her head but Alexio’s hand left her breast and swept up to cup her chin.

                Softly he said, ‘We’ve been here before, Sid...you know what happens if you say no to me.’

                Sid. The way he said it made her feel as if she were drowning—as if she’d known this man for aeons when it had been a mere twenty-four hours. All she could see were those amazing golden-green eyes, hypnotising her. Drugging her.