gathered, sipping their coffee and chatting. Helen said good morning, then walked over to the buffet. Piling the food onto her plate, she surveyed the fresh fruit, eggs, sausage and biscuits without interest, then piled more food onto her plate for some reason.
Turning to sit down at the table with the others, her breath caught in her throat as she watched Dimitri walk toward her, his steps determined and the look in his eyes showed her that she was already in trouble, but for what, she had no idea. Dimitri paused only long enough to take her plate of food out of her hand and put it on a nearby table before lifting her into his arms and carrying her out of the breakfast room. Helen heard the chuckles behind her, but was so transfixed by Dimitri’s intent she couldn’t react.
He walked only far enough so they were out of sight of the others, then he leaned her against the wall and ravished her mouth, his hands underneath her bottom holding her steady. Helen couldn’t help herself, she was caught up in the mindless passion once again, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with everything she had in her, everything she was feeling and had dreamed during the previous restless night. Her tongue was just as hungry, her mouth just as ravenous and she didn’t allow him any quarter, giving as good as he did, both of them taking it all.
When he finally lifted his head, he was smiling at her. “Good morning,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes showing her the passion that was obviously not satisfied.
“Good morning,” she breathed, her face flushed and her hands still roving over his broad shoulders and down his arms, tracing the muscles that were so well defined. She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t have the ability to stop touching him.
He let her legs drop to the floor but he wouldn’t allow any space between their bodies. In fact, his hips pinned hers against the wall behind her. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice deep and husky and his eyes roving over her features.
She shook her head. “No. I didn’t and I think it’s all your fault!”
He chuckled and she could feel the vibrations in his chest where her hands were laying. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I was thinking about you and what…” she cleared her throat and looked at his neck, unable to hold his gaze as she continued, “what you and I did last night before you walked away.”
He sighed as he pulled her hips more firmly against his erection, showing her how much she affected him. “Good. Neither did I,” he replied, then bent down to nibble on her lower lip. “Are you wearing your bathing suit?” he asked.
Helen could only laugh at his preoccupation with her wearing one of those bikinis. “No.” She was thrilled that he wanted to see her in it so much. It gave her confidence like nothing else could.
“But you will, won’t you?” he asked, telling her, more than asking as he moved to her other ear lobe, nibbling there and making her shiver in excitement.
“Maybe,” she laughed harder.
“Witch,” he growled before stepping back and grabbing her hand. He led her back into the breakfast salon to the applause of the other four people. Kevin and Martin whistled and Dimitri didn’t even blush although Helen hid behind his massive shoulders, completely embarrassed.
Dimitri only bowed mockingly before picking up her plate, raising one eyebrow as he looked down at the massive amount of food piled onto it.
“It won’t work,” he said and handed the plate to her, pulling out a chair and waiting until she was settled before bending over and kissing her bare shoulder.
“What?” she asked, not even interested in the food now that he was here. Looking at him, she completely lost her appetite. For food at least.
He winked at her as he glanced down at her plate, referring to the pile of food that was stacked there, now being ignored. “The food. It won’t quench the need. Only I can fix that for you.”
Chapter 8
Helen bit her lower lip as she contemplated her figure in the skimpy bikini. She couldn’t do it, she told herself. Reaching behind her back, she was just about to untie the strings when a knock sounded on the door. “Just a moment,” she called out. Grabbing her shirt and shorts, she