be here in two hours,” he said.
Her throat tightened. She swept a gaze around the room. That soon?
“I thought we’d have a little longer,” she murmured.
At least until after lunch. It was probably best to get this over with but when she tried to shift, the powerful
arm over her waist kept her still, and his nose came close to play with hers.
“We don’t need to rush.”
When he pressed her close, and his touch began to trail over her dips and curves,
thoughts of the boat drifted from Helene’s mind. As he tasted her breasts, her ribs,
and her belly, she surrendered to the liquid heat building in her veins and to the
pulse beating at her core.
Two big hands scooped underneath her behind before his tongue twirled around her navel
then flicked a sensual path lower. He caressed and kissed her there until her heart
began to pound and her fingers knotted and tugged his hair. She felt his smile against
her skin as he drew that hyper-sensitive bead into his mouth and lightly sucked and
stroked her.
Her toes curled. Heat-waves ribboned through her system. When she began to quiver,
he drew away. The wiry hair on his chest grazied over thighs and breasts as he slid
up. After he manipulated her onto her other side, he pressed in against her back.
His lips dragged down from her earlobe to her shoulder before his teeth slowly danced
the other way up. Easing out a sigh, she ground her lower-half back to rub his erection
as his hand curled over her head. He urged her face toward his and kissed her deeply
while his other palm brushed her breasts, tickling the tips with each sweep.
“I love waking up with you,” he murmured against her lips. “I love how you feel, how
you smell, how you taste.”
His fingers threaded between her legs at the same time his hips pushed into her. A
moment later, he shifted to find a condom and sheath himself. Then he draped her top
leg over his thigh. Dropping kisses on her temple and on her cheek, he eased her folds
open and made doubly sure she was ready. His thigh wedged between her legs and he
entered her, filling her with one flawless thrust.
She caught her breath, eased it out, and then coiled an arm back to cowl his neck.
As he moved inside of her, she sunk against him and gave herself over to the swirl
of sensations.
His words were warm and deep against her ear. “I really don’t want to leave this place.”
Oh God, neither did she. She wanted to stay here forever with Darius. Just like this.
But they had another two weeks. Another fourteen days before… before—
When the orgasm hit, she gasped, shook, and automatically began to fold into herself.
But Darius’s hand kept her against him. He kept them joined and locked together.
Then he climaxed, too, holding her so tight that his rough cheek pressed against hers
and the steam of his body surrounded her. In that moment, her mind was filled only
with the illusion—the wish—that this was how it would always be.
…
They were on the balcony enjoying a final cup of coffee when Darius spotted the boat
heading their way. Setting the cup aside, he found his feet.
“They’ll be here soon. I’ll pack the figurine.”
Helene hadn’t asked about the logistics of transporting the artifact to the main island.
She only knew that no one other than Darius, his uncle, Yanni Kostas, and she were
certain of her existence. One day she hoped Darius would find a way to move outside
the confines of that tradition and share the figurine with the world. Until then she’d
stay mum.
Returning from her quarters with her packed knapsack and the pages she’d found, she
saw movement in the study. Kneeling on the floor, Darius was opening a briefcase-type
container. A moment later, he lifted the figurine down into the molded case. Before
closing the lid, he gave her one last look. So did Helene.
Joining her in the main room, Darius cupped and nuzzled her cheek.
“All packed?”
Her throat tightened. She swept a gaze around the room. That soon?
“I thought we’d have a little longer,” she murmured.
At least until after lunch. It was probably best to get this over with but when she tried to shift, the powerful
arm over her waist kept her still, and his nose came close to play with hers.
“We don’t need to rush.”
When he pressed her close, and his touch began to trail over her dips and curves,
thoughts of the boat drifted from Helene’s mind. As he tasted her breasts, her ribs,
and her belly, she surrendered to the liquid heat building in her veins and to the
pulse beating at her core.
Two big hands scooped underneath her behind before his tongue twirled around her navel
then flicked a sensual path lower. He caressed and kissed her there until her heart
began to pound and her fingers knotted and tugged his hair. She felt his smile against
her skin as he drew that hyper-sensitive bead into his mouth and lightly sucked and
stroked her.
Her toes curled. Heat-waves ribboned through her system. When she began to quiver,
he drew away. The wiry hair on his chest grazied over thighs and breasts as he slid
up. After he manipulated her onto her other side, he pressed in against her back.
His lips dragged down from her earlobe to her shoulder before his teeth slowly danced
the other way up. Easing out a sigh, she ground her lower-half back to rub his erection
as his hand curled over her head. He urged her face toward his and kissed her deeply
while his other palm brushed her breasts, tickling the tips with each sweep.
“I love waking up with you,” he murmured against her lips. “I love how you feel, how
you smell, how you taste.”
His fingers threaded between her legs at the same time his hips pushed into her. A
moment later, he shifted to find a condom and sheath himself. Then he draped her top
leg over his thigh. Dropping kisses on her temple and on her cheek, he eased her folds
open and made doubly sure she was ready. His thigh wedged between her legs and he
entered her, filling her with one flawless thrust.
She caught her breath, eased it out, and then coiled an arm back to cowl his neck.
As he moved inside of her, she sunk against him and gave herself over to the swirl
of sensations.
His words were warm and deep against her ear. “I really don’t want to leave this place.”
Oh God, neither did she. She wanted to stay here forever with Darius. Just like this.
But they had another two weeks. Another fourteen days before… before—
When the orgasm hit, she gasped, shook, and automatically began to fold into herself.
But Darius’s hand kept her against him. He kept them joined and locked together.
Then he climaxed, too, holding her so tight that his rough cheek pressed against hers
and the steam of his body surrounded her. In that moment, her mind was filled only
with the illusion—the wish—that this was how it would always be.
…
They were on the balcony enjoying a final cup of coffee when Darius spotted the boat
heading their way. Setting the cup aside, he found his feet.
“They’ll be here soon. I’ll pack the figurine.”
Helene hadn’t asked about the logistics of transporting the artifact to the main island.
She only knew that no one other than Darius, his uncle, Yanni Kostas, and she were
certain of her existence. One day she hoped Darius would find a way to move outside
the confines of that tradition and share the figurine with the world. Until then she’d
stay mum.
Returning from her quarters with her packed knapsack and the pages she’d found, she
saw movement in the study. Kneeling on the floor, Darius was opening a briefcase-type
container. A moment later, he lifted the figurine down into the molded case. Before
closing the lid, he gave her one last look. So did Helene.
Joining her in the main room, Darius cupped and nuzzled her cheek.
“All packed?”
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