The Greek Boss's Demand by Trish Morey

to his mouth and kissed the palm of her hand—a gesture so simple yet somehow so intimate that she was moved by the depth of feeling it inspired in her.
    â€˜Nick…’ she said, before his lips found hers once more and there was no need for words of any kind. Their bodies spoke a language known only to them, his body wooing her with his strength and mastery, and her body responding to every subtle intonation and expression. His hands spoke of rediscovery, and her body sang with reawakening. His body spoke of his need, and hers answered it.
    Pressure mounted within her until only one thing mattered and that was to have Nick fill her, to make the last nine years disappear in a blur of passion and desire. She clutched him, felt the slick sheen of his sweat at his lower back, and wished for him to fill her.
    He kissed her and growled deep and low, pullingaway. ‘One moment,’ he said, and then he was back—and when she realised what he was doing she almost cried out with relief. He was protecting her. While she was touched by his consideration, there was much more immediate cause to celebrate. At last! Soon he would be inside her and this long, dragging ache inside her would be gone.
    He positioned himself between her legs, his hands at her hips. Without thinking she raised them in greeting and he accepted her invitation, nudging gently at first, then more insistently, before finally driving home the full glorious length of him.
    Both of them stopped for a second, as if in awe of the moment. Alex felt her eyes widen with shock and pleasure combined. The moment held such clarity and purpose, as if both had been waiting too long for this moment to arrive and it was here.
    Slowly at first he started moving, withdrawing, teasing, before filling her once more with his next thrust.
    Alex moved under him, pleasure mounting into delicious torture, and she looked for release. It came in his next surging thrust and her immediate world exploded, again and again, as he filled every space inside her, just as he filled her heart.
    They rocked together, feeling the tremors diminish, their breathing subside, their sweat-slicked bodies at last gentling, and Alex knew there would only ever be one man for her. How she’d managed to try and ignore the fact for the last nine years she had no idea.For now it was crystal-clear that there would never be room in her heart or her bed for any man other than Nick.
    And he was leaving.
    Breath stopped in her chest. He hadn’t said when, just that he was going back to Greece. In a few days or a few hours he’d be gone, and she would have lost him to another hemisphere once again.
    His hand pushed some hair from her eyes, and, surprised, she turned to meet Nick’s dark eyes on her.
    â€˜You are thinking,’ he said. ‘Tell me what you are thinking of.’
    She smiled. ‘Just—thank you.’ It was the truth too. She did owe him thanks—thanks for showing a gentler side of him, a side she’d thought lost completely under the bitter armour he’d built up around himself over the last few years, thanks for showing her that the man she’d thought lost was still there, deep down inside him.
    His eyebrows and lips rose together, and his hand drew a line down the side of her face and down to her breast, circling the nipple.
    â€˜Thank you for asking me. Now it is my turn to ask you.’ His hand traced down to her navel, again circling. In spite of its recent release, her body stirred in delicious response. ‘Make love to me, Alexandra.’
    She felt him harden alongside her, felt the nudge of his erection against her thigh, and anticipation rose in her once more. His mouth sought hers and she didn’t need words to give her agreement. She conveyed it in her kiss, in the touch of her hands, and in her body’s response.
    He was going home to Greece. But before he went she would ensure she had enough memories to take her