The Tycoon's Marriage Exchange (15 page)

Although she didn’t have a great deal of experience with other men, Kallista was knowledgeable enough to realize that Hector was genuinely the ultimate lover.  He was kind, compassionate, passionate and relentless.  He never failed to not only satisfy her, but drive her so crazy with desire that she could barely breath
e
as her climax took over her body. 

The man had an entire communications office set up in his vacation home so he might be on his honeymoon, but he also worked more than ten hours each day. 
She might have felt abandoned and lonely, but
she was actually appreciative of the t
ime alone, giving her some precious
time to recuperate.  She couldn’t believe that she actually needed time to regroup, to prepare for the intensity of her husband’s next session of making love! 

But now the honeymoon was about to be over and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.  She’d been with him for ten days and ten nights on an island with soft sand, a beautiful pool, romantic stars and meals cooked by some magical staff that she’d barely seen since they cooked and cleaned so efficiently that the meals just suddenly appeared on the table. 

Unfortunately, she still didn’t really know him. 
He worked so hard
on some days
,
and during those periods
she
tried
very
hard not to disturb
him, not sure what kind of reception she might get if she walked in and asked him…anything.  Good grief, she’d be interested just to know what he was working on
, amazed at his focus
. 
Unless she walked by, she thought with relish.  She remembered the first time she’d walked by his office door.  She had just been wandering by, trying to find her way out of the house but their bedroom was at the end of the hallway and she had to pass by
his
office to come down the stairs.  She’d been wearing a two piece, red bathing suit with a sheer, red sarong that day.  She’d had a book in one hand and her hat in the other and he’d called out to her.  She’d stopped and come back to the door, only to find herself swept up into his arms, carried right back to their bedroom so he could make love to her, taking her breath away and leaving her exhausted. 

She sighed at the memory as she took a sip of her cold, tangy drink and watched as Hector made another swath across the ocean, the muscles in his back flexing as his arms tore through the water, the sun glinting off of his shoulders.  That had been a good morning, she’d thought. 

When she did see him
away from his office
, he was either working out, pushing himself so painfully hard she often thought he was going to hurt himself, or he was making love to her.  Even during the meals, he was aloof and usually distracted.  Until he took her into his arms and at that point, his whole focus was only on her and doing things that, in the morning, made her blush. 

And the worst part of it was, she was really falling in love with him.  He might not talk to her much, but she watched him, saw his reactions and the small emotions that flitted across his face.  She definitely respected him, but she wanted to know him.  She wanted to share his dreams, to do something with him and not be his sexual receptacle, even if it was incredible sex. 

They would return to his home tomorrow.  He’d casually asked her if she needed help moving out of her apartment but, since that hadn’t even occurred to her, she shook her head and told him she had it under control.  That was the end of the conversation on that subject.  And on all subjects that day. 

She sighed and rolled over onto her stomach, turning away from his relentless, killing swim.  She didn’
t want to see him anymore.  She tried reading her book, but it was a mystery that took more concentration power than she could muster at the moment. 

Instead, she laid her head down on her arms and let the sun heat her body, enjoying the relaxing warmth. 

They were leaving tonight, heading back to Athens and she wished they could stay a little longer
here in this private paradise
.  She wanted so desperately to figure out a way to break through his indifference, to find out what motivated him, how he felt, what he thought about her and life and love. 

She bit her lip and closed her eyes.  It was hell loving a man who didn’t feel anything in return. 
With a flick of her wrists, she untied her blue bathing suit top, not wanting tan lines on her back.  She didn’t have a particular dress in mind, but she knew that a backless dress would look better without the tan lines. 

She was dosing softly as the sun relaxed her muscles, easing her mind and letting her float along carelessly.  She didn’t hear Hector come out of the water.  Nor did she notice when his large body blocked the sun.  In fact, she wasn’t even aware of him being close until she felt the water drip off his body onto her sun-heated skin which caused her to rise up in surprise as the cold shocked her system. 

“What…?”
she looked back and saw him the
n.  Hector was looking down at her, his breathing hard and his body in the same condition. 

“Don’t move,” he ordered as his body slid onto the chaise lounge behind her. 

“What are you thinking?” she asked, looking around to see if anyone could see them from the house. 

He laughed and kissed her back, right between her shoulder blades where he knew she had a sensitive spot.  “I’ve been watching you, Kallista, and you’ve been sitting here looking like some exotic mermaid, enticing me out of the water.” 

“I’ve been sitting here, innocently
reading my book,” she contradic
ted, but she shifted slightly
to accommodate his large body against hers
, already
reacting to just his words, the anticipation of his touch making her bottom rise up to come in to contact with his groin. 

“And the topless thing?  That wasn’t to lure me out?” he asked softly, then whipped her bikini top out from under her, tossing it several feet away.

S
he gasped and looked towards her top.  “Why did you do that?” she demanded.

“Roll over and ask me that,” he growled, biting her shoulder, teasing her with the cold dripping along her body and his hot mouth. 

“I can’t,” she gasped, closing her eyes, wanting the pressure to increase. 

His hand slipped under her stomach, moving higher and he chuckled as she lifted herself up, giving him more access to her delectable body.  “Then I’ll just have to be creative to get what I want, won’t I?” he asked, his hand sliding lower. 

She felt his hands slip the ties off of her bikini bottoms and she shook her head.  “We can’t do this out here,” she said.

“Yes we can.  And we will.”

“Take me inside,” she countered.

“Take me in your body,” he replied.

“No.”

His hand stilled and he laughed softly. 
“Love, have I ever let you get away with that response?”

She shivered and shook her head.  “Not yet.”

“And don’t kid yourself that I ever will.  Now take me inside you.”

When she tried to move away, teasing him and not really disagreeing with him, he laughed again and nipped her waist with his teeth.  “So you want to play, do you?”

Kallista thought about that for a moment and nodded her head, then shook her head, denying him.  “Let’s just go inside,” she sighed and tried to turn over.

“Let’s see what we can do right here,” he countered and he lifted himself up, kneeing behind her and surveying her naked body
lying
below him.  He was merciless and Kallista secretly loved it.  That didn’t mean she wasn’t shocked though when his knee moved between her legs, forcing them apart.  And when his fingers ran over the back of her legs, ending at her bottom, massaging the round flesh beneath his hands
, she was no longer protesting being out on the beach
.  “You have a beautiful backside.  It’s almost as lovely as the front of you,” he teased. 

After several m
oment of teasing, where his fing
ers made her gasp and try to wiggle away, he groaned and took her hips in his hands, lifting her up. “I wan
t you now,” he said and his fing
ers slid inside her heat.  “You’re so hot for me, aren’t you?” he asked and bent over her back, kissing her along her shoulder blades.  “Guide me inside you,” he said with a deep voice.

Kallista couldn’t reach him with her hands, but she was too far gone to deny his command this time.  She moved her bottom, trying to find him.  When he helped her, pressing his erection against her, she was able to take him, gasping as he filled her up, stretching her aching flesh and making her whole.  She
continued to guide him with her hips but he grew impatient with her slow torture and took her hips in his hands, pressing himself inside the rest of the way. 

Kallista threw her head back as he pushed all of himself inside her.  Every time, she wondered if she would be able t take his length but somehow, she stretched and made it work.  And then he started moving, his hands at her hips and setting the rhythm.  She no longer cared if
a
nyone was watching from the house
or the ridge.  All she cared about was fi
nd
ing her release, of taking him inside her and both giving him pleasure by moving the way she knew he liked, and taking her own pleasure by increasing the friction, pressing back against him so he filled her more completely. 

And when she knew she couldn’t take anymore, he pushed harder, faster, deeper and she thought that perhaps even the fish out in the ocean could hear her cries as her orgasm swept over her, wave after wave of pleasure gripping her until she collapsed against the lounge chair. 

Afterwards, he took her in his arms and kissed her shoulders, her arms and held her close, making her feel warm and wonderful.  He might not be very good outside of this, but he definitely had this side of the relationship down to a perfect trend, she thought as she sighed happily in the sunshine and afterglow. 

Chapter
8

Kallista
groaned
at the irritatingly persistent sound
and rolled over in her sleep.  “Your phone is ringing,” she said sleepily. 

Hector watched as his
naked
wife reached for him in bed and a satisfied grin formed on his features.  He was standing at the foot of the bed and considered getting back in
to join her
,
to take that lovely body with his own and have her begging him once again
, but he’d just showered and needed to get into his office for a meeting.  It wasn’t time to play, he told himself.  He’d done enough of that last night. 

“Sorry Sleeping Beauty,” Hector said as he straightened his tie, then snapped on his cuff links.  “That’s your phone.  I’d really like to know who is calling my wife at this time of the morning.”

Kallista
rolled over and looked for her cell phone, pushing her hair out of her eyes at the same time.  “I have no idea,” she groaned, her eyes barely slits as she located the vibrating machine and pressing the talk button. “Hello?” she asked weakly
, wanting to get the conversation over with quickly so she could go back to sleep.  It was still dark outside and her clock told her that her insane husband was the only maniac awake right now.  According to her schedule, she still had at least an hour left to sleep before she needed to be awake, as did the rest of the world.  How Hector pushed himself like he did, with minimal sleep, a work schedule that would exhaust a normal person and a daily workout that would kill the average male, she had no idea
.

A moment later, she was wide awake and trying to sit up while still hold
ing
the phone in one hand and the sheet covering her nakedness in the other.  “Dana?  Where have you been?  Sasha and I have been so worried about you!”

She heard Hector’s chuckle at her modesty a moment before he kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be home late,” he said and left the bedroom looking gorgeously handsome in a dark suit and red silk tie. 
He’d only been waiting to make sure it wasn’t some male calling his wife before he left.  The woman’s name gave him pause because he didn’t know who she was, but Hector admitted that he didn’t know any of his wife’s friends. 

He’d have to resolve that at some point, he knew, but he was still working out all the details of their marriage.  One step at a time, he reminded himself.  He’d gotten her over her fear of sex, now he had to become her friend and confidant.  At one point, he would have been more than satisfied with what he currently had, never expecting to be so fulfilled sexually.  But the more he touched her, the more she responded to him, the more he wanted of her.  Not just in bed, but everywhere.  He wanted her love, her friendship, her trust…he wanted it all. 

“You’re getting married?”
Kallista
repeated.  “When?  Where?  And
how
is all this happening?  Who is the guy?
  Why did you drop off the face of the earth?  Do you have any idea how terrified we were for you?  I’ve been using all of my contacts to see if I can find you but no one has heard anything about you.
”