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СКАЧАТЬ nodded jerkily. She wanted to say yes to anything this man said, not even caring what he meant.

      ‘Are you sure? I think we should check, just in case … don’t you?’

      ‘Yes,’ Lucy gasped. ‘Whatever—just do it …’

      He smiled down at her even as she registered that the sheet had fallen away and his powerful erection nudged her belly. On pure instinct she reached down and covered him with her hand, heat suffusing her face and neck as she registered the size of him—fully aroused.

      He grimaced as her hand tightened on him and he took it gently away. ‘That’s why we have to see if you’re ready Lucy, mou … patience.’

      She didn’t know what mou meant, but then he disappeared, and Lucy gave a yelp when she felt him drawing her pants down, over her hips and down her legs, before he spread her legs apart with big hands. Lucy tried to resist the movement, which felt far too intimate, but he was ruthless, eyes on hers, holding her, telling her to trust him as his head lowered. She closed her eyes and put a fist to her mouth to hold back the groan when she felt his breath feather in the intimate space between her legs, and then the sensation of his mouth and tongue on her nearly sent her shooting into the stars.

      He licked her, exploring her secret folds, thrusting deep into her, circling and sucking on her clitoris until her hips were lifting off the bed, wantonly jerking towards him, her teeth biting down on her fist.

      When she felt two fingers slide deep into her slick heat everything in her body teetered on an edge that she’d never known before; every nerve pulled tight. But then he was withdrawing for a moment. She heard a drawer slam shut, a foil wrapper, and then he was back over her, strong, hair-roughened thighs parting her own smoother ones even more.

      She could feel his erection nudging her down there, where she burned. He moved back and forth, drawing his penis along the moistened and plump folds of her sex, eliciting a deep groan from somewhere deep within her. She was almost mindless for the need for something … she wasn’t sure what it was … it hovered just out of reach.

      Lucy put her hands on his shoulders. They glistened with sweat, and the feeling of something so earthy made her rejoice.

      ‘Ari …’ she breathed. ‘Please—I’m ready.’

      And that was when Ari’s control broke. He heard her husky words, felt her tip her hips up towards him, reach down to take hold of him, forcing him to impale her slightly. And then he drove in deep and hard, knowing instinctively that this woman was made for him alone and they would fit like a glove.

      Ari stilled his movements—both of them did. Lucy’s eyes were wide with shock at the sensation of him filling her, but it wasn’t painful … it was delicious.

      She moved again, experimentally, and Aristotle sank into her even more, pushing her down into the bed. Lucy wrapped one leg around his waist and threw her head back, hands still clinging onto his shoulders as he slowly withdrew and then impaled her again. He continued with his slow, voluptuous rhythm, the pleasure building and building. Lucy could feel her body starting to shake as he took her other leg and bent it back, opening her up to him even more, changing the angle slightly, going even deeper, and as his movements started to get faster and more urgent Lucy could feel the onset of something so huge, so terrifying as it came hurtling towards her, that she tensed—even though everything in her was urging her to meet it head-on.

      Aristotle bent his head, his body holding her suspended with his movements, and kissed her deeply. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her arms clasping his neck. ‘Let go, Lucy … It’s OK … let go.’

      Holding on tight, she took the final, terrifying leap and let go … and was thrown so high and so far on the wave of her orgasm that she was hardly even aware of Aristotle’s own explosive loss of control as his big powerful body jerked and still rhythmically thrust into hers as the never-ending ripples of her orgasm held him suspended in a halfway world he’d never known before.

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      ARISTOTLE was running away. And the fact that he was aware of what he was doing made him nearly incandescent with rage. He didn’t run away. And yet after last night, with Lucy, all he’d known was that he needed space—and fast. His brain was still too hot and far too tangled to even pretend he could deal with a banal morning-after scenario. He’d received a call from his New York PA while Lucy lay sleeping, and on the flimsiest of pretexts had declared he’d fly over for the weekend to take care of something that ordinarily he wouldn’t have touched with a bargepole.

      Lucy had woken to find him dressing that morning. He’d seen her wake through the reflection of the mirror as he’d knotted his tie with unsteady hands. Unsteady because he’d wanted to strip off all his confining garments and go over to where she lay in such gloriously voluptuous naked abandon and take her all over again. But the truth was he wasn’t sure if he could take that intensity of experience again.

      Wasn’t sure if he could take that intensity of experience again? Ari’s hand clenched around the crystal glass, the design digging into his palm as he looked unseeingly out of the plane window. Since when had sleeping with a woman been too intense for him? They were the ones left weak and dizzy and sated. Not him.

      He closed his eyes and threw his head back. And then opened them again abruptly when all he could see was Lucy’s passion-glazed eyes as she’d looked up at him the moment he’d filled her, the moment he’d been completely sheathed in her hot moist warmth … It had felt … it had felt like nothing he could have imagined. He could remember the feel of her breasts pushing against him, their peaks as hard as bullets against his chest, could hear their heartbeats even now, thudding slow and unsteady, and then, as he’d started to thrust deeper and deeper, the beats had got faster … until—

      Aristotle swore softly. He needed to numb that intensity.

      His mouth twisted and he called himself all sorts of a fool for running away. So it was the best sex he’d ever had? That was it. It didn’t mean anything. It hadn’t touched any part of him that hadn’t been touched before. So why did it feel as if it had?

      Ari blocked out that assertion. He was immune to feeling, immune to emotions. He’d started to shut them away when his mother had died, and then when Helen Savakis had come into his life, and then finally on that first night in a cold boarding school in England at the age of five. It was the last time he’d cried and now … His gut clenched. Now he only cried in his sleep. He reiterated it to himself: he didn’t do emotions.

      Perhaps he’d sensed that Lucy did, and that was why he’d run. A sense of calm stole over him. That was it. She wasn’t like the women he went for … she was bound to be less versed in how this would work. He’d seen the look on her face that morning, slightly nervous, biting her lip … And suddenly he was right back to square one—a raging erection pushing against his trousers, thirty thousand feet in the air, and the only chance of alleviating it far behind him on Greek soil.

      He just had to lay it on the line with her, that was all. Make sure she knew what not to expect. And then … then he would take her again, and these demons would not be hovering over his shoulders. Ari smiled cynically. Who would have thought he’d be growing a conscience now, after all these years?

      Lucy had got over Aristotle’s abrupt and cold departure yesterday morning. She told herself stoutly that she was back on an even keel. But if she allowed images to surface for a second—She stumbled slightly in the street and a kindly СКАЧАТЬ