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begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and suckled.
    He held her still with a hand on the small of her back. He buried his other hand in her hair and arched her over his arm. Both of her breasts were thrust up at him. He had been with many women, but he knew that he wanted Sheri more than he’d wanted any other woman in a long time. What the hell? This was sex, not about wanting her.
    He wouldn’t let this be about anything other than the physical. One night together.
    “Tristan?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Okay?”
    Damn. He didn’t want her out of the moment. “I’m fine. Just enjoying you, ma petite. ”
    Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipple he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.
    He loved the way she reacted to his mouth on her breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive, he was pretty sure he could bring her to orgasm just from touching her there.
    The globes of her breasts were full and fleshy, more than a handful. He licked the lily-white valley between them, suckling at her to leave his mark. He wanted her to remember this moment, what they had done, when she was alone later.
    Soon her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against his length. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her. He bit down carefully on one tender, aroused nipple. She cried his name and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his, wanting to feel every bit of her passion. He was so hard he thought he’d die if he didn’t get inside her.
    He glanced down at her and saw that she was watching him. The fire in her eyes made his entire body tighten with anticipation.
    Since he’d always prided himself on being a conscientious lover, he knew he should ask about birth control, but that could be a mood killer with some women. So instead he reached for the condom he’d put in his pocket earlier before leaving for the reception. He’d planned to get laid so he could assuage the memories of his own wedding but he’d never anticipated he’d be here now with Sheri.
    “Tristan.” She said his name with the hint of shyness he’d noticed in her earlier.
    “Yes,” he said.
    “I’m not…really good at this.”
    “You will be in my arms.”
    She shook her head. “Don’t wait for me to…well, you know. It’s hard for me.”
    “It won’t be with me.”
    “Tristan—”
    “Shh,” he said, pulling her back into his arms and setting about arousing her again to the point where she would forget that she supposedly couldn’t orgasm. Because of her cheeky attitude, he hadn’t realized how innocent Sheri was. She seemed like a confident woman, comfortable with who she was, and only here on the balcony with her in his arms did he realize that she was as big a fraud as he was.
    “Come to me now.”
    She reached between his legs and fondled him, cupping him in her hands, and he shuddered. He needed to be inside her now. He eased her panties off then shifted and lifted her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist as he leaned back against the wall of the balcony. The sky was full of stars and the lights of Mykonos spread out below them. Her hands fluttered between them and their eyes met.
    He held her hips steady and entered her slowly, deeply, pulling her down on him until he was fully seated. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips as he started thrusting. He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moved faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady, wanting her to come before he did.
    He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust, and he felt her hands in his hair clenching as she threw her head back and her climax ripped through her.
    He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. Something that would make his time in her body, wrapped in her silky limbs, last