“No.” He laid her on his bed, yanking the royal blue down duvet back as he did so in a truly impressive feat of coordination. He trailed his forefinger along the waistband of her panties. “So pretty. Not bought yesterday.” Only there was this expression in his eyes that said just maybe he wasn’t as certain as his tone implied.
“I’ve had this set for more than a year, Andreas. You’re the only man who’s ever seen them.” She grabbed his hand and laid it right over her silk-covered mound. “The only one who has ever touched them.”
“Good.” Possessive satisfaction flared in his green gaze, his hand pressing down and sending a thrill of desire and need through her. “I like knowing that more than I can say.”
More than he should say, that was for sure. “You haven’t been celibate for the past six years.”
“Neither have you.”
She didn’t answer. She might as well have been.
One fingertip slipped under the leg band of her panties and brushed ever so gently over her most intimate flesh. “I’ve been too damned busy building our company to sleep with as many women as the tabloids claim, Kayla, you know this.”
She turned away from his too intense look, dipping her head in acknowledgment. So, he hadn’t slept through half the Portland population of beautiful women, but that didn’t make her feel any better about the ones he had taken to his bed.
He pressed between her nether lips, caressing slick flesh and performing a gentle whorl on her clitoris, evoking sensations both deep and intense through the core of her. “Hey, pethi mou. It is you here with me now. It is me here with you. That is what matters.”
She met his emerald gaze, her heart beating so fast, she could feel it in her throat, her breath coming out in short pants. “Is it?”
“It is.” He kissed her, his lips molding to hers with perfect pressure, cutting off words and thoughts.
Somehow, she lost the last piece of disputed lingerie. His briefs disappeared, as well. Both at Andreas’s hands because Kayla was too busy touching skin, kissing lips and trying to press her body up into his. His big, hard sex rubbed against her hip as he drew pleasure from her body in ways it hadn’t experienced in six long years.
Whether it was the fact she was older and her body had changed or that she had gone all that time without knowing the fullness of these feelings, everything was stronger than she remembered. Everywhere his naked body touched hers sent pure jolts of electric ecstasy directly to her core. Her nipples rubbed against the hair on his chiseled chest and it made her wetter, hotter, needier than she’d ever been.
Seconds melted into minutes and Kayla ached with the need to have Andreas inside her.
“Tell me you’re clean,” she demanded with one of her few remaining lucid thoughts.
He shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. “What?” he demanded, his voice husky and gruff.
“You’re clean. Tell me.” He’d always been careful. That wouldn’t have changed in six years, not with women who meant nothing to him.
He stared down at her like he was still processing her words, but then his expression cleared. “You know I take care of myself. I have the results of my last tests on my phone.”
“Me too.” They needed to stop. So she could see his, show him hers.
She’d never had sex without that safety check. Not even the first time with Andreas.
No amount of pleasure was worth risking her life.
Only, her body was telling her to forget it, to just keep with the pleasure. Her heart was telling her he would never, ever lie to her or put her at risk, and her brain...it wanted to get on the crazy train and just look later.
But then Andreas jumped off the bed.
She made a very embarrassing sound of need. “Where are you going?”
“To take care of you.” He grabbed his phone and then shoved it at her. “Read it.”
She glanced at the screen, saw the familiar logo from his doctor’s office, while her heart said a very loud and resounding I told you so to her brain. “Okay.”
“You didn’t even open the lab results.” He reached out and traced her jawline. “I mean it. You will take care of yourself. You will confirm this fact.”
“I trust you, Andreas.” And she did, about this. More than she would trust any other man.
“I am glad, but you will read the test results nevertheless. This is nonnegotiable.”
No matter how much he wanted her, and the leaking tip of his fully engorged hard-on told her it was a lot, he was going to make sure she was taken care of in every way.
Like he always did.
She clicked into his app for his doctor’s office and read his latest test results. All good. Just like he’d said. She pulled her own up on the same app since they had the same clinic, if not the same doctor, and showed him hers.
His smile was gorgeous and full of heat.
“I had no doubts.”
“Now, can you please sex me up?” she asked maybe just a little petulantly.
“You want me inside you?”
Was he kidding? “Like yesterday!”
His laughter was rich, warm and oh, so sexy. “Yesterday, you would have thrown your phone at my head if I suggested naked games in my bed.”
“Less talking, more with the touching.” Okay, so he was right, but seriously? Weren’t men the ones who were supposed to have one-track minds?
Finally. He came over her, his hard sex rubbing against her wet, swollen, intimate flesh, drawing a moan of pleasure from her. His skin was silky and hot against hers...his sex so hard, so good. She’d almost forgotten how good this could be. How? And how could she have settled for less?
“I don’t want to use a condom,” he groaned, sounding a little embarrassed, but mostly just really, really turned-on.
Her entire body suffused with desire at his lust-filled words. Kayla’s computerlike brain made the mental calculations. The risk of pregnancy was as low as it could get without birth control.
Still, he needed to know. “I’m not on anything.”
“It is your choice, Kay-love.”
She’d never had sex without a condom. Not even back in the day with him. She’d been on the pill, but he hadn’t wanted any risks.
“Yes.”
“You are certain?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. His expression serious, filled with primal desire.
He did not ask again, but gently pushed inside, rocking his engorged shaft into her inch by inch, joining their bodies in intimate unity and a pleasure so intense, she felt reality fall away.
It shouldn’t make so much difference, the lack of that one small barrier, but it did. They’d never done this before, never been this intimate. She felt the connection to him go all the way through to her soul. In that moment of joining, she knew giving in to her desire had been the biggest mistake of her life because she would never get over this man.
Kayla would never be able to settle for another lover on a permanent basis. She would never love another as she loved Andreas Kostas.
He would always own her heart, as he owned her body now in a way no ever had.
And whether he realized it, or not, she owned his.
Because no way could a connection this deep go only one direction.