One Night With Dr Nikolaides: One Night with Dr Nikolaides. Tina Beckett

the simply furnished room.

      “My goodness, little one...” Theo said approvingly. “You’re full of energy tonight.”

      Cailey moved her hands to his thick erection. “I’m hardly little, and it’s not exactly as if you’re running on empty. Shall we see what we can do for you now?” She gave the length of his shaft a playful lick.

       Where did that come from?

      She didn’t do sexy talk. Or crack leather belts like a dominatrix. Or demand sex, for that matter.

      Being with Theo was dangerous. On far too many levels. But at this exact moment she had no inhibitions—and no ability to stop herself from wanting more. She pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling him with a provocative twitch of her lips.

      “Tell me, Doctor. Would you like to have your own turn?”

      For a nanosecond he looked confused. When her hand began to stroke the velvet-soft length of his shaft the dawn of realization came quickly. He grinned, clearly amused at the she-woman he’d unleashed, and raised his hands in a move that said, Do what you will. I’m yours for the taking.

      Cailey pressed herself up onto her hands and knees and swept her breasts along the smooth surface of Theo’s well-defined chest. Not weight-lifter bulky...just strong and perfect. She gave each of his dark aureoles a lick and a quick suck before slowly working her way south.

      When she first touched his erection with the tip of her tongue he inhaled sharply. When she took him in her mouth he cried out her name, fingers reaching out to touch her hair before falling helplessly to his sides as she had her wanton, wicked way with him. As his pleasure increased, so too did Cailey’s. The two-way exchange of pleasure wasn’t something she’d considered in all these years of wondering... Yes, she’d had sex before, but this felt different. Powerful. Captivating. Like an awakening.

      A heated thrill thrummed to life in the very kernel of her femininity. Giving Theo pleasure was as erotic as receiving it. The more he responded to her touch, the more energized she became. The more she gave, the more he craved.

      Abruptly Theo pressed himself up and pulled her alongside him. “I want you, Cailey. Now.”

      His voice was urgent, full of longing. It was the most uninhibited she had ever seen him. Being the reason for it sent fresh ribbons of pleasure through her. In the clinic Theo was the picture of a man in control. Here, beneath her fingertips, he was vulnerable to her lightest touch. Power and protectiveness wove together as one as she kissed his neck, his throat, his lips.

      “I want you,” he said again as their mouths parted after another all-encompassing kiss.

      There wasn’t a single cell in her body capable of saying no. She’d imagined this moment for years...and the reality was light years better than any fantasy she had conjured.

      “I’m all yours,” she said, meaning each of the words with a totality that came from realizing she’d loved him all along. If this was her one chance to love and be loved she was going to take it. Even if it meant returning to London on her own, she’d have this moment locked in her heart as proof that for one night she had been everything he wanted.

      Theo slipped an arm across her belly, then gently shifted her onto her back. “You’re sure?” His green eyes were almost black in the flickering half-light the candle afforded them.

      She’d barely finished saying yes before she felt the tip of his shaft tease at the heated entrance to her womanhood. She parted her legs in response. Never before had she been so aroused.

      Theo moved slowly at first. Teasing the tip of his erection in and out of her until she was nearly mad with euphoria and longing. And then he began to press into her more deeply, each penetration bringing with it another layer of fulfilling pleasure. It wasn’t until she begged him that each measured stroke became lost in a shared desire to meet one another thrust for thrust. Restraint was abandoned. Her hips became fine-tuned to his untethered thrusts. Her hands wove tight round his neck, then shifted to his back as she wrapped her legs round him, wanting him to bury himself as deep within her as their longing would permit.

      Their shared desire lifted them outside of human constraints and into a timeless eternity. When the rhythm of their lovemaking reached a mutual crescendo, as one they gave themselves to the all-consuming joy of a shared climax before collapsing in a weighted tangle of limbs and desire.

      As their breathing began to steady Theo rolled off her, pulling her with him so that they were still joined together.

      “My goodness, little one...” He dropped kisses on each of her cheeks and her forehead, “Welcome home.”

      Cailey gave him a deep kiss in return, then began to giggle as she slipped away from him so they could snuggle under the covers. “I have to admit this is not quite the homecoming I was expecting.”

      “You and me both,” Theo teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him so she was nestled against the warm, solid length of his body. “Little Cailey Tomaras is all grown up.” He swept a hand along her curves as if to prove it.

      “Worth the wait?” she asked.

      “And then some.”

      They lay for a moment in silence, their breathing leveling out, shifting into a cadence matching the susurration of the waves just beyond the bedroom windows.

      “That’s never happened to me before,” Cailey said eventually.

      “What? Getting hit on in the midst of a humanitarian crisis?”

      “Well, that too.” She giggled, still a bit shell-shocked at the dichotomy of the day. And how natural it all seemed.

      Work hard. Love hard. If that was what this was. It was so easy to be with him. Intuitive, almost.

      “I mean the...you know...” Shyness washed over her despite the raw intimacy they’d just shared. “The butterfly magic.” She pulled her arm out from under the sheet and pointed to below her waist, whispering, “Down there.”

      Now it was Theo’s turn to laugh. He pulled her closer to him and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Is that what the cool kids are calling an orgasm these days?”

      “Well, no. But for me it was...”

      “Virgin territory?” he countered, a slightly incredulous tone in his playful voice.