A Perfect Man: International Billionaires IV: The Greeks (19 page)

Alex.

Her hands smoothed across his shoulders and into his hair. As he had done to her, she released him, and his golden hair spilled onto the pillow beneath him, a riot of treasured curls.

She pulled away, so she could look. So she could admire. “You’re beautiful.”

He laughed and flicked a long finger on her chin. “Look who’s talking.”

Emotion clutched inside. Staring at him, she saw only genuine belief in his eyes. Alex thought she was beautiful. The tears welled once more, this time in stunned surprise and gratitude.

“Come on now.” He slid a big hand along her neck, under her hair. A blunt thumb brushed over her cheek and caught a tear. “Come on.”

Her heart had been right.

This wasn’t about sex.

A shudder went through her and another tear fell on his finger.

Sophie tried to hold onto her flying heart, but it had already winged its way straight into love.

“
Y
ou’re killing me here
.” Alex’s heart and head fought with the erection burning along Sophie’s soft belly. He wanted to strip the covers from her body and come inside her, reveling in the curves and valleys he’d lusted about for weeks.

Her tears made the cocoa eyes staring at him sparkle and gleam. He wanted to lean in and lick them off her cheeks and eyelashes until she cried out in passion, not pain.

But this wasn’t the time.

His lust roared its disagreement.

Closing his eyes to her tears, he struggled to get a grip on himself. First, she needed to tell him her tragic story. Then he could fix it and make it all better for her. And finally, hopefully, he’d be able to take everything she wanted to give him.

“I’m sorry,” she choked. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Alex opened his eyes to her misery and took in a deep breath.

Not the time, Stravoudas. Not now.

His cock howled.

“We aren’t going any further. Not when you’re like this.” He hated every word coming from his mouth, yet he had no choice. This time, perhaps for the very first time in their relationship, he was going to act like the gentleman his mother had raised him to be.

“Oh, no.” Her bowed lips opened in a big O. “That’s not what I want at all.”

Bringing meaning to her words, she pressed her body along his side and buried her wet face in his neck. Before he could catch another breath, her little tongue danced on his Adam’s apple and down to his collarbone.

“Sophie. No.” His hand shot out and cupped her head, but he couldn’t wrench her away. His fingers got distracted by the velvet smoothness of her hair. The locks swirled around him, like warm strands of seduction.

Her tongue moved to his nipple.

“Stop.” He forced himself to tug her hair until she quit her assault on his senses.

She wasn’t crying anymore. The gleam in her brown gaze had turned from a sadness that wrenched his heart into a sexual desire that yanked at his cock.

The change threatened to give him a whiplash. “This isn’t right,” he sputtered out. “I’ll sleep in—”

“You’ll sleep right here with me.” Two small hands pushed his shoulders down on the bed. Before he could object, she slid on top of him. Her abundant breasts pressed to his chest, her legs twined around his, so short he felt her toenails scraping his skin, right below his knees.

Yet far worse, far better, was the feel of her mons and curls brushing along his aching erection.

“Soph—”

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his and sticking her sassy tongue right into his mouth. He tried to think, tried to control himself and her. Still, the sweet taste of her, so rich and strong and hungry, caught him and wouldn’t cut him loose.

Her mouth had always defeated him in one way or another.

She wiggled, God help him. In self-defense, he grabbed her butt, trying to stop the agony. Her flesh filled his hands, warm and soft, like round creme puffs begging to be explored. The memory of his erotic imaginations in the past, of him staring at her naked, heart-shaped rear, spreading her legs, surging inside—

Sophie squeaked as he rolled her underneath him, his hands still tight on her butt cheeks. His erection, so hot and hard he knew he had only seconds before making a fool of himself, slid right over her clit.

Gasping, his
krotída mou
threw her head back, the cream of her throat drawing his mouth down to taste. Taste the sugar of her skin, the salt of her heat, the fire of her.

Only her.

He sucked in a deep breath of her scent and fought his cock for control.

“Are you sure?” His voice strangled with need. “Because I won’t be able to stop if we go any further.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She moaned. “Just…just go and turn off the light.”

He wanted to yell out his objection, he needed to see every inch of her as he touched her. This was about that damn tragic story of hers, but he couldn’t bring it up now. Not if he wanted to have her tonight.

His body roared with need.

This isn’t right,
the gentleman inside him snapped.
This isn’t the time
.

Lifting himself off her, he sucked in a hot breath at the ache of agonized craving burning under his skin. Her body, in the shining light of the chandelier, was a landscape of rolling hills and deep valleys. All cream and sugar and woman.

How could she take this sight away from him?

Her eyes popped open and caught his gaze. Not for long, though. He couldn’t help but look again at her beauty, at her bounty. Her delicate shoulders were rounded with a smattering of tiny brown freckles dusting the cream of the skin. They made him want to come close and kiss each one. Her breasts were lush and big, fulfilling every one of his lustful imaginings. Her nipples were dusky red, reminding him of the pinot noir grapes his
grand-pere
had carefully cultivated.

“Go turn off the light,” she yelped.

You shouldn’t do this now
, the gentleman urged.
She’s not ready.

“Sophie,” he growled in frustration at her demand he stop seeing her beauty and at the demand from inside that he act like a man of honor. Planting his hands beside her shoulders, he lifted himself off her body. “We should stop.”

“Stop?” Her eyes widening in horror. “Why would we stop?”

“Because…” he trailed off, his gaze irresistibly drawn down, down to the parts of Sophie he’d been covering. Parts like her tender, round tummy. Parts like her plump, pretty thighs. Parts like her rosy brown curls masking the best part of a woman.

“Alex.” Two tiny hands slapped down on those amazing, rosy brown curls. “Go turn off the light.”

“
Gamó̱.
” Yes. Correct. He was truly fucked. Either way he went with this woman, he’d be going wrong.

Ripping the covers off, he leapt from the bed and stomped to the door. The light switch was right by the door and for a second, he didn’t know which one he’d go for. If he switched off the light and returned to her, he’d get to be inside her and feel her, but not see her, not get all of her. If he walked out the door, he’d be a gentleman his mother would be proud of and he’d probably never get close to the gorgeous Sophie body ever again.

He stopped in front of the light switch. And the door.

“Okay.” Her voice, that snazzy, snappy voice, piped in from behind him. “Your ass is magnificent, Stravoudas. I want it in my hands, though, not across the room.”

A reluctant chuckle came from deep inside him.

He was a
gamozo-o,
as his dad would say. A fucking animal. Not since he’d been seventeen had he ever deserved the title, but now, well, now there was Sophie.

He reached up and flicked off the light.

The shadows were deeper and darker than earlier, yet he still saw her round cheeks and pretty bow mouth. He still saw her glorious dark hair spread across his white pillows. He still saw the mound of her body under the sheets, a body that would be sweet and salty and sexy when he began to touch and taste.

“Come here,” she demanded.

His cock twitched and surged, and he surrendered his lingering concern. He shouldn’t do this; she’d been crying a minute ago. But God, he’d wanted her for so long, he couldn’t say no to her or to his body.

He could, however, make this perfect for her.

This was the first time with Sophie.

He needed to make this good, make this the best. He’d been told by all his previous lovers he was fantastic and she deserved the best of him. Not some quick in and out with his complete loss of control. He hadn’t even worshiped her breasts or tasted between her legs. If he couldn’t see her, at least he could touch her. And taste her.

For now, that would have to be enough.

Pacing back to the bed, he slipped under the covers and pulled her to his heated side. The soft cushion of her breasts pressed along the side of him.

The flame of desire rioted inside his blood.

He tugged the sheet off and rolled on top of her again. Pushing himself onto his elbows, he looked down and his mouth went dry. Even in the shadows, he saw enough. The round, full mounds. The pearled sheen of her skin. The tight puckered nipples.

“Oh, but…” Her hands came up, this time shielding her breasts.

He kept his patience, barely. “The room is dark. Let me see what I can.”

The glint of her eyes caught the dim light of the streetlights outside. He waited for her—she had to give him at least this. At least this much.

Finally, she sighed and let her hands fall onto the pillows.

Any man would have noticed her breasts, even if they were layered in a wool coat or a god-awful orange rag of a T-shirt. Yet seeing her breasts naked was a gift from lust heaven; feeling them was even better.

Lush and creamy, they filled his shaking hand.

Closing her eyes, she moaned in pleasure.

“Sophie,” he whispered in male adoration.

Her nipples were dark and dusky. Everything inside him demanded he flick a light on to see the color once more, to see them react as he sucked. Instead, he took what he could. He leaned down and sipped, sucking her flesh into his mouth, tasting the sweet tang of her need.

“Ooooh.”

He smiled against her skin, liking this
oh
more than any of the other
ohs
she’d given to Paris.

This
oh
was his. All his.

He switched his attention to her other nipple and tweaked the wet one he’d just abandoned.

Another
ooooh
, this one longer and higher.

He was on his game now, he had this and her. His cock still wanted everything right away, but he reined it in and he knew he’d be able to do this correctly, right until the very end.

He wanted to please her more than any other lover she’d ever had.

Sliding his hand down her curved tummy, he let the tip of his finger drift along the beginning of her curls. Back and forth, back and forth.

Sophie responded exactly as she should with a nice gasp.

Alex smiled as he slanted in to taste the underside of her breast, using his tongue to lick and stroke. Meanwhile, his fingers brushed lower and lower, until his middle finger pressed gently through the curls and straight to the core of her sex.

Wet. Very wet.

His smile turned into a satisfied smirk.

She cried out.

Playing and petting, he focused his complete attention on giving his lover all the pleasure she deserved. He didn’t allow his body anything more than a nudge or two of his erection against her thrashing legs.

His erection could wait.

He watched with satisfaction as her excitement rose. Her eyes opened and closed, giving him a dazed look before long, dark lashes covered her gaze. Her tiny hands scratched along his shoulders and then tightened on his biceps as she came closer to orgasm.

So tender, her inner heart. He drew her wetness over her clit and down into the center of where his cock would soon find its place. With a careful twist, he skimmed a finger around her opening, preparing the way and eliciting another long
oh
from her.

A thrill of accomplishment went through him.

She was close, close to what he wanted to give her. Her thighs fell apart, letting him fully in. His fingers danced and plucked, took and gave. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue on one dusky nipple and then the other.

Her torso rose, flushed with the hunger he’d wrung from her. His lover cried out her passion, her nipple stiffening in his mouth, her center tightening around his inserted finger.

Alex lifted his head to look at her face as she came down from the pleasure. Her little, round cheeks glowed with excitement, her lips were open, her breathing heavy. He loved how her dark brows arched as if questioning the perfection of what he’d given her.

His cock dripped with desire and now, finally, it was his time. He grabbed a condom and sheathed himself with shaking hands. Lifting himself on top of her warm, welcoming body, he kissed her lax lips before positioning himself. “Sophie.”

She blinked. Blinked again.

“Look at me,” he said, “as I take you.”

Her hand lifted to brush his hair back from his mouth and over his shoulder. The hand remained there, clutching him. “Hmm.”

The low sound was enough of an invitation for him to come into her, a place he’d yearned for with more than his cock, more than his desire. The realization choked inside him, but greed blinded him and he let it float away.

“Aaah.” So tight. His eyes closed with the feel of her. So hot and wet and willing. Elation rolled through him, a mix of pure pleasure and profound pride he’d won her.

Won Sophie.

The urge to spill inside her was overwhelming, yet he held onto his lust. He wanted to give to her again, give her the perfect pleasure she deserved. Opening his eyes, focusing, he moved over her, in her, arching his pelvis to press on her clit.

Her brown gaze went opaque before closing and he captured her moan with a hot swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.

Setting a hard pace, he lunged in and out of her, faster and faster. The urgency of his need blistered, but he held it at bay, waiting for her to follow him, reach him and come before him.

She stiffened, throwing her head back, just as she’d done before, and her legs came around his hips, pressing him to go faster.

The breath in his throat caught, then burst from him and for a moment, he thought he’d lost the control, lost this drive. She saved him, though, by coming. Another low moan erupted from her and the feel of her hot, wet channel tightening around him sent him over the edge.

Long minutes went by before he came back to himself, came back from the black, brilliant oblivion Sophie Feuer had sent him into. He realized he was still slumped on her round, small body. Cursing inside at his lack of concern, he rolled over, taking her with him.

His breathing slowed and his skin cooled. He felt as if he could conquer anything, make anything happen. He felt a sense of completeness he’d never imagined he’d have in a woman’s arms. The thought returned, the one he’d hid from.