that tonight she didn’t have to be.
Tentatively she touched his face, and traced her finger across his mouth. She could hardly
believe she was lying in the dark cave with the sexiest man she had ever met, and that sense of
unreality numbed her to everything but her longing for him to kiss her again. Her innate shyness
trapped her tongue, but the silent message in her eyes was enough for Nikos, and his chest
heaved as he drew a harsh breath. The flare of feral hunger in his dark gaze sent a frisson of
trepidation through Kitty, but then she forgot everything but the feel and touch and taste of him
as he kissed her with an unrestrained hunger that warned her she had opened Pandora’s box and
had better be prepared for the consequences.
The feel of Nikos’s hands brushing lightly against her skin as he unfastened the buttons on his
jacket caused Kitty’s heart to jerk frantically beneath her ribs, and doubt flooded through her.
The memory of Vasilis roughly pawing her breasts filled her mind, and she tensed, her breath
coming in sharp little gasps of panic. But Nikos was not rough, and the glitter of male
appreciation in his eyes as he slowly pushed the edges of the jacket apart and revealed the
pouting fullness of her breasts sent a shiver of another kind through Kitty. Her panic gradually
receded as he gently cupped each breast in his palms and felt their weight and softness.
He muttered something indistinct beneath his breath and colour flared briefly along his
cheekbones. ‘Beautiful,’ he said thickly, and stroked his fingertip across one nipple in a feather-
light caress. The sensation was so exquisite that Kitty gasped and then closed her eyes and felt
the pleasure build when he brushed his thumb pad lightly over the crest of her other breast.
Nikos guided her hands to the front of his shirt and aided her in freeing the buttons. Hands
shaking, Kitty pushed the material aside to reveal his broad, muscular chest; olive-gold satin
covered with whorls of dark hair that arrowed down over his taut abdomen. He drew her to him
and she caught her breath at that very first contact of a hard male chest pressed against the
softness of her breasts. It felt so good, so right, and so very seductive that she burrowed closer
still, loving the strength of his arms around her as he found her mouth once more and kissed her
until she was breathless.
Nikos had convinced himself that he was in control and that he would only allow things to go so
far before he called a halt. He had occasionally had one-night stands: brief, mutually satisfying
encounters with sexually confident women who, like him, wanted to answer a basic need without
the complication of emotions. But those occasions had always been on his terms and, although
the sex had invariably been enjoyable, he had never been driven by uncontrollable desire. For
reasons he did not understand Rina was different. The raging need he felt to make love to her had
never happened before and he was shocked to realise that he couldn’t fight it.
Perhaps it was because she was so amazingly responsive and so unguarded in her pleasure when
he caressed her? Frustrated by his inability to resist her, he gave her a hard, almost angry kiss,
but she responded with such sweet passion that he gave up battling with himself and eased the
pressure of his lips until the kiss evolved into a sensual tasting that became increasingly erotic.
When she was utterly pliant in his arms he trailed his mouth lower, following the path of his
hands to her breasts and drew lazy circles with his tongue around one nipple until it hardened to
a taut peak.
The sensation of Nikos’s mouth on her breast was indescribable, and when he drew her nipple
fully into his mouth Kitty instinctively arched her back. She curled her fingers into his hair and
gave a soft cry, shifting her hips restlessly beneath him as the tugging sensation on her breast
became unbearably
Daniela Fischerova, Neil Bermel