it would feel good doing it back to him. So each time he changed the kiss, she mimicked his movements. She heard noises in the back ground, but wasn’t sure what it was, unknowing that it was herself, her voice purring like a kitten as Dimitri’s mouth moved down her neck and his hands explored her hips, back and thighs.
He kissed her for what seemed like hours. By the time he pulled away, she knew her lips would be swollen and raw by the morning. Already they felt bruised and sore. But she didn’t care about any of that. She wanted more.
“We have to stop this, Helen. I don’t think I can stop if we continue,” he said.
“I don’t understand. Am I hurting you?” she asked, instantly pulling back in an effort to put a few inches between their bodies.
Dimitri was having none of that but when he saw the confused look on her face, he reached down and took her hand, guiding it to where his erection stood hard and proud. “You do this to me,” he explained.
She shivered but was too curious. Her fingers felt the boldness and tentatively moved around, exploring. When she saw his shiver and his eyes close, she pulled her hand away. This was all too new, too devastating to her senses. She didn’t know how to control it or him. Much less herself, she thought. She wasn’t sure which was more dangerous or disastrous to her peace of mind. Both, probably. “Yes. Perhaps you’re right. I think I should go to bed,” she said primly and stood up. Deciding caution was the better side of valor, she smoothed her skirt down over her legs, adjusting her top to cover all of the essentials, shocked and secretly thrilled that he’d moved so many of her clothes. She was startled that she wasn’t horrified. For the first time in her life, a man had touched her body and she didn’t feel ashamed.
He watched as she straightened her clothes and almost told her about the lack of lipstick and her hair that was obviously ruffled by his hands. There was nothing she could do to hide what they had been doing. She looked like she’d been properly made love to. He just wished it was truly the case.
Sighing and resigning himself to another frustrating night without her in his bed, his arms wrapped around her delectable body, with just a simple kiss, he pulled back, his body unable to take any more stimulation without release. “Right,” he said, pushing his hands through his hair. “I’ll walk you to your door,” he said and closed the space she’d so carefully put between them, pulling her against his side as he walked.
At her door, she turned to say good night, only to find herself caught up in the explosiveness of his kiss as his lips covered hers, instantly as passionate as they had been down on the dance floor but more devastating since they were so close to a bed and to culmination of their desire. Helen didn’t want to say goodnight. She wanted him to come in to her room and show her what she was missing, what she’d missed all her life, but she didn’t know how to tell him that. Words failed her since she could barely take in a breath when he was touching her. And when he pulled away, running a calloused finger down her cheek in a very sweet, tender caress, she had to bite her lip to stop him from walking away.
“Guess what?” he said when he was halfway down the hallway.
“What?” she asked, still standing where he’d left her.
“We’re going snorkeling tomorrow,” he explained.
Her eyes perked up and she pulled away from the doorway. “Really?” she asked, her face showing her excitement, only a small portion of it coming from the idea of seeing the fish under water.
He chuckled at her expression. “Really. And want to know what’s’ even better?”
“What?”
“You’ll have to wear one of those bathing suits,” he said and waited. He wasn’t disappointed. It took her about three seconds for his words to register. He could only laugh at her shocked expression a moment before disappearing into his own stateroom.
Chapter 7
With his words and laughter echoing in her ears she walked into her own suite and almost fell into her bed, her mind whirling at everything she’d felt and heard from Dimitri today. Could it really be true? Was Dimitri Theopolis, playboy billionaire and one of the most