Greek Tycoon, Inexperienced Mistress. Lynne GrahamЧитать онлайн книгу.
that the sheet between them had slipped. Her bare breasts were crushed against his hair-roughened masculine torso. ‘I’m so sorry I woke you up.’
‘You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep,’ Atreus admitted, long lean fingers lacing into the tousled tumble of her dark hair to turn her face up.
Smouldering dark golden-brown eyes assailed hers, and then he brought his handsome mouth down and captured her lips with a piercingly sweet eroticism that cut through her defences like a knife. Breathing in little fractured bursts, Lindy drowned in those hungry, drugging kisses, her body quickening and heating in response. There was a frantic driving edge to every sensation: the stingingly tight sensitivity of her nipples, the tugging pull of dissatisfaction at the heart of her.
Atreus closed his hands round the creamy magnificence of her jutting breasts and moulded them with a husky masculine sound of satisfaction. He used his thumbs to chafe the quivering pink tips until, in pursuit of closer contact, he pressed her back against the pillows and put his mouth to her breast instead.
A gasp was dragged from Lindy, who was reeling in sensual shock from the impact of his lovemaking. The tug of his lips and his teeth, and the brush of his tongue on her tormentingly sensitive nipples, made her squirm while desire flared ever higher and stronger inside her. That she had to struggle even to think straight, however, scared her.
‘We hardly know each other!’ she protested.
‘This is the very best way to get to know me, glikia mou,’ Atreus intoned with conviction
‘But I didn’t want to get to know you!’ Lindy objected, guiltily studying the clinging fingers she had knotted into the springy depths of his black hair.
‘You want me and I want you. Why should that be a problem?’
‘Because it is…I don’t do stuff like this.’
‘You don’t have to do anything,’ Atreus declared with single-minded purpose.
‘You’re not my type,’ she told him in desperation.
‘Why didn’t you say so sooner?’ Atreus levered back from her to gaze down at her with shimmering golden eyes full of enquiry.
Lindy crossed concealing arms over her breasts.
‘I love looking at you,’Atreus confided, stroking an appreciative hand down to the point where her surprisingly small waist segued into the violin curve of her hip. ‘You have the most spectacular shape.’
The intensity of his appraisal convinced her of his sincere approbation and lessened her discomfiture. Without being aware of any prompting to do so, Lindy slowly, shyly parted her arms again, because she was discovering that she really loved the idea of him looking at her and admiring her. Not a single compliment on that score had ever come Lindy’s way. Until that moment her voluptuous curves had been a physical flaw and an embarrassment which she hid to the best of her ability. But, transfixed by the glow of bold appreciation in Atreus’s gaze, she felt like a goddess come to earth to mesmerise mortal man.
‘You looked at the riverbank,’ Lindy accused him.
‘Ise omorfi…you are beautiful…of course I did. The glory of you took my breath away, mali mou.’
He had barely finished speaking before Lindy stretched up and sought his wide, sensual mouth for herself again. She savoured the taste of him like a precious wine, parting her lips eagerly for the erotic plunge of his tongue while she quivered at the clenching tightness of response low in her pelvis. He had ignited a hunger in her that she could not resist.
‘Is this a yes?’
‘Yes…’Lindy whispered, feeling madly daring and sexy for the first time in her life while she defied the voice of restraint and reproach striving to be heard in the back of her head.
The pressure of his mouth on hers was an enticement of no mean order. Her head fell back against the pillows, her neck extending in a soundless sigh as he touched her where she had never been touched before. Little tremors of fierce response assailed her while he teased the honeyed folds of flesh between her thighs. The pleasure was exquisite, but as her excitement grew the pleasure came closer to sensual torture. The more he touched her, the more she wanted, and the less she wanted to wait. He suckled the distended peaks of her breasts and her spine arched, and she cried out as he probed the narrow passage at the swollen heart of her.
She was dimly aware of him removing his jeans and a moment of panic claimed her. ‘Don’t get me pregnant…’ she warned him. ‘I’m not using anything.’
‘That’s not a risk I would ever take,’Atreus imparted, donning protection and hauling her back to him with impatient hands. ‘I want you so much it hurts.’
‘Will it hurt?’ Lindy pressed awkwardly.
A look of bemusement clouded his smouldering gaze. ‘Why should it hurt?’
‘I haven’t done this before…I just wondered.’
Atreus studied her with frowning intensity. ‘I will be the first?’
Her body tingling, her face burning, Lindy nodded.
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