Page 67 of A Diamond Deal
He moved fluidly. One long stride after the other, as if her weight was nothing. As if his arms had been built to carryher. He’d picked her up many times, but this, it felt different.
It should feel as if they were saying goodbye, but somehow it felt as if they were saying hello.
Konstantinos’s footsteps slowed. She raised her head. Opened her eyes. Light from up on high streamed down on his golden skin. Into his eyes. So dark.So deep.
Her head turned towards a door of tanned wood.
He reached for the handle.
Opened the door.
He stepped into the room of stark whites and velvet browns. Into the room made of windows and light. He hit a button and the caramel blinds closed out the view of the terrace, the pool, the sea and the cliff-top forests.
Until it was only them.
The orange light outside filtered through the seams of the blinds, softening the blanket of darkness. He hit another button. The bedside-table lamps lit up on either side of the bed.
A low bed. So wide.So deep.She knew she could get lost in its neutral-toned sheets. She knew the plump white pillows on the left and the right had separated them long before she’d moved to her own room.
There would be no divide now.
He carried her towards the bed. Laid her down in the centre. On his knees, he stood between her parted thighs.
‘Kiss me,’ she pleaded.
She wanted there to be no thoughts in her head.
She wanted only him.
He lowered himself. His mouth hovered in front of hers. Their breath mingled. Teased each other.
‘Where do you want me to kiss you first?’
Her toes curled. ‘On my mouth?’
‘Here?’ He pressed his mouth to the seam of her lips.
‘Yes.’
He moved to the other side. ‘And here?’
Butterflies took flight in her stomach, and their wings, so hard did they beat. ‘Yes.’
He raised his head. ‘And finally…’ His eyelashes fell. Shadowed his high cheekbones. ‘Here.’
She held her breath.
Her eyes closed.
He pressed his mouth to hers.
It was an explosion. Too many wings took flight. Her mouth opened. His tongue crept inside. And all she felt was the need to be closer. To press herself against him.
Her fingers went beneath his suit jacket. Pushed it from his shoulders. His hands crept underneath her T-shirt. Their mouths parted as he yanked it over her head. And then his mouth was on her again.
Her fingers reached for his throat and yanked the knot of his tie free.
His fingers undid the button on her shorts, as hers found the buttons on his shirt, and freed them from their housing. She pulled his shirt free from the hem of his trousers.
