Billionaire Heirs: The Kyriakos Virgin Bride. Tessa Radley

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      Pandora stood still, her arms stretched out and linked with his. She thought about what Zac had said during their wedding about listening to the music, about letting it take her. She heard the tempo change and started forward, the gliding, swaying steps with Zac beside her.

      The music swelled, the singer’s voice rose. Then she and Zac were moving sideways, their bodies perfectly in time, in tune, yet not touching. A sense of wild exhilaration filled her at the accomplishment.

      “I did it! I can do it.” She threw her arms around Zac. “Thank you.” Her lips smacked his cheek. “I want to do it again.”

      Zac had gone utterly still.

      Pandora pulled back. Too late. Emotion raged in Zac’s eyes. Self-consciously she dropped her hands from his shoulders. Zac’s hands shot out, circled her wrists and yanked her close.

      “You’re not going anywhere.”

      And then his head sank. His lips slanted across hers, hard and hungry. No longer gentle and exploratory, as on their wedding night. No longer immobile and waiting, as when she’d kissed him after dinner a week ago. Now his hips moved against her, his erection unhidden. This was the full masculine hunger unleashed. And it aroused her. Unbearably.

      She gave a hot little moan into his mouth. The music was picking up, the rhythm quick, building to a climax.

      It brought back the memories of their wedding night. Of the dancing. Of what had followed … his hands on her skin, her body writhing under his.

      “No!” Zac tore his mouth from hers. “I gave you my word. Only another week still remains of the two weeks I promised you. Then I will demand my answer.”

      “You’re refusing to make love to me unless I give you the answer you want?” She glared at him in mock outrage, her body objecting as he held her away.

      A hard grin slashed his face. “Yes, I have to use every advantage at my disposal to get what I want. You.”

      The days passed swiftly, and by the following Tuesday Pandora was the rich, golden colour of honey. A sensual glow filled her as she smiled across at Zac. They’d just completed their run to the sandy cove she’d begun to think of as their secret place.

      Four days left. On Saturday morning Zac would demand his answer. And Pandora knew what she was going to tell him.

      She watched him covertly as he shrugged off his singlet and waded out into the sea. When the water lapped the edges of his shorts, he dived forward and came up ten yards farther ahead. He flicked his wet hair away from his face and called out to her, “Aren’t you coming in?”

      What was the point of waiting? She knew what she wanted. She wanted Zac, inside her, here, now. Pandora’s heart knocked against her ribs at what she was contemplating.

      Before she could chicken out, she stripped off her T-shirt. Then slowly, with hands that shook, she tugged the bows that fastened her bikini bra loose. She let the skimpy top fall to the ground. Reaching up, she pulled out the hair tie that held her hair in a sleek ponytail. Bundling the mass together, she secured it with the stretchy tie on the top of her head, her breasts lifting pertly, the nipples tight from the excitement that pulsed inside her.

      Finally she shot Zac a glance where he stood motionless in the sea. Pandora’s nerve almost gave out. In the bright sunlight, his face was hard, the bones standing out in sharp relief under the taut tanned skin. She looked away and headed for the water, forcing herself not to hurry, aware of the undulating sway of her hips and the movement of her unrestrained breasts.

      The sun was warm on her bare breasts, and the cool water rippled against her knees … rising higher as she walked steadily deeper … pooling between her legs … cooling her belly. With relief Pandora sank into the silky water and started to breaststroke into the deeper water, still refusing to look in Zac’s direction.

      But she could sense his stillness. Sense the tension winding tighter in him. So she stroked a little faster, her gaze fixed, unwavering, on the tall rock in the sea ahead. She heard the splash behind her and broke into freestyle. A quick glance over her shoulder showed her the flurry of Zac’s arms powering through the sea, gaining on her, and she started to swim in earnest until her heartbeat resounded in her ears.

      She didn’t make it to the rock. It was still ten yards ahead of her when Zac’s hand closed around her ankle. He yanked. She went under and surfaced a moment later, sputtering, as he forced her to the surface.

      “What are you—” She didn’t finish. His mouth covered hers, wet and cool and salty.

      She gasped, her feet floundering, searching for the sea bottom, out of her depth in more ways than one.

      Her legs brushed against his thighs, and desire bolted through her as she felt the hardness of his arousal.

      He lifted his head and she gulped in air. “What are you doing?”

      Pandora smiled into his eyes. By stripping off her brief swimsuit top and brazenly swimming past him she’d broken the pact between them and raised the stakes.

      The days of inane chitchat had worn her down, and the egdy awareness under the banal social chatter had been rising, twisting higher and higher. She was tired of waiting.

      “I want you.” She moved against him.

      He groaned. “Don’t do that. We have an agreement.”

      “I know what I want. I want you. I want to stay married to you.”

      He stilled. “Are you sure you don’t want to be free?”

      “I want to be your wife.”

      Then his mouth took hers again, his hands framing her face. Tangling her legs with his, Pandora let her body go heavy and was rewarded as they sank, the water closing over their heads.

      Zac worked his arms to take them to the surface, but Pandora countered by wrapping her arms around his upper arms. She opened her mouth. Her tongue slid into his mouth, her lips sealing against his to stop the water rushing in.

      Zac had stopped beating his arms. The hair tie had worked loose and her hair spread around their faces as they spiralled lazily down, weightless in the current. Bubbles streamed past, diffusing through the blue-green world that encapsulated them.

      The pressure started to build against Pandora’s ear-drums. She needed a breath, but she didn’t want to leave the silent blue world where Zac floated warm and solid against her.

      This must be what it felt like to be a mermaid, Pandora thought hazily and licked at the cavern of Zac’s mouth. Then his legs kicked and they jetted upward. They broke the surface and broke apart, gasping for air.

      “Are you trying to drown me?” He slicked his wet hair off his face.

      For the first time since she’d met him she felt as if she had the upper hand. “I’ve never been kissed under water.” A breathless exhilaration filled her and a reckless rush of adrenaline pumped through her. She grinned at him.

      “Well, I’m glad there’s something where I could be first.”

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