She made a sound of distress and he smiled. "It is time to remove your skirt, I think."
She was more than willing and cooperated by arching off the bed so he could undo the zip and slide it down her ass inch by excruciating inch. It wasn't tight and the lining was smooth so it slid easily, but he was drawing out the unveiling. That's what it felt like. An unveiling.
"You make me feel like you're unwrapping a present, but it's the only one you've got on Christmas morning, so you're taking a long time with it." She could barely speak above a whisper…she could barely speak at all.
"You are a precious gift to me."
The words warmed something deep in her that had always been cold. That place that needed to be treasured by someone, to know that she held a unique place in someone's heart and life. She'd always thought that if she disappeared from her mother's life, she wouldn't even notice. Not really.
But while she might not have a special place in Nikos' heart, he was showing her that he intended her to have a special place in his life. That was better than what she'd had for so long, she almost blurted out her agreement to marry him right there. But some tiny lingering sense of self-preservation stopped her.
Making a decision like this during lovemaking would be stupid. She'd done that once before and she wasn't making that mistake again.
She was panting and ready to rip the rest of her clothes off herself by the time he was done with her skirt, though.
He stayed her hands when she tried. "Not yet. You promised,pethi mou ."
Had she promised, or simply acquiesced? It didn't matter. She would let him continue because the pleasure was so intense and so was he.
He ran one fingertip along the top edge of her lacy bikini panties that matched her cream lace bra. "Very nice."
"I don't wear thongs," she said almost apologetically. But she'd worn this particular set with the thought in the back of her mind that as much as she'd known it might not be smart to invite him to her bed a second night in a row, he might end up there anyway.
And here he was.
"These are quite sexy enough." He dipped one fingertip under the elastic of the waistband. "But I am eager to see you naked."
"Then take them off."
"Not yet."
She pouted for the second time in remembrance.
He pounced, blanketing her body and taking her mouth with a storm of passion that had her arching under him and rubbing the silk clad apex of her thighs against his heated manhood.
He broke the kiss, panting. "You are dangerous, you know that?"
"I like that."
"You are so far from prim, my little Boston princess."
"My wild side only comes out with you."
"As it should be."
It was her turn to laugh. "Your arrogance is showing again."
He shrugged and moved to straddle her thighs so he could start unbuttoning her top. He watched intently as her torso was revealed. She warmed under his gaze, but her own was snagged by the body straddling her. She reached out to touch him, wrapping her fingers around his erection.
The feel of his heated flesh against her hand was so incredible. "It's like satin over steel."
"It feels like steel," he growled.
She smiled and caressed him from top to bottom.
He moaned and she echoed the sound. There was something ferociously arousing about having the freedom to touch him like this. His velvet length jumped in her hand, throbbing against her fingers. But he didn't stop what he was doing.
He made her sit up to remove her suit top and undo the catch on her bra before pulling it off, too. She couldn't help noticing this unveiling had gone much faster than her skirt. Touching him was having its effect.
Naked skin pressed against naked skin and their heat mingled while frissons of sensation sparkled along every point of contact. She squeezed his hardness in reflexive action.
He groaned low and long. "You are dangerous."
"You said that."
"It is true."