Somewhere along the line Helen had obviously gotten lost in the flow of conversation, or severely sidetracked, because she had absolutely no clue what George was talking about.
She looked at him for a few seconds, trying to decipher just what in the heck he meant. “You’re losing me, George,” she finally said with a shake of her head. “With the little trooper and being strong stuff, I mean.”
George leaned forward and cupped Helen’s chin, while still holding one of her hands. “You’ve been putting on a good front all evening, ever since I picked you up.”
“I have?”
George nodded. “I admire your stamina, but you don’t have to do that for me. I don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t deserve…” Helen slipped her hand from his and sat back in her chair, puzzled as hell. “George, what in the world are you talking about?”
“I could tell when I picked you up and saw how hard it was for you to smile through your discomfort that you weren’t feeling well,” he explained. “If I were a gentleman I’d have suggested then that we postpone our date. But I was too selfish. I wanted to spend the evening with you, getting to know you better. And now look what I’ve done.”
Her smile? George was talking about her perfect practiced smile? Oh dear God. No wonder he’d been looking at her so strangely throughout the evening. Helen blinked. “What? What have you done?”
George gestured with a sweeping motion of his hand. “Look at you, you poor thing. You’re face is flushed and covered with perspiration. You should be in bed resting instead of sitting here with me, struggling as you try to make yourself smile.”
Helen swallowed hard. She picked up her purse and withdrew her mirror, uttering an audible gasp as she gazed at her limp hair, sweaty red face, raccoon eyes and the blotch of lipstick that had somehow found its way down to her chin. Calmly dabbing at her chin and then the black rings beneath her eyes with a tissue before returning the mirror to her purse, Helen sucked in a deep breath and contemplated her options. She could locate a crack in the patio’s stone floor big enough to ooze into and hide. She could go along with George’s false assumption that she was sick. Or, she could—
Before she realized it Helen found herself collapsing into laughter. Adding to her soaring level of mortification, she laughed so hard that she actually snorted, which only served to make her laugh even harder. Aware that she’d attracted the attention of the other diners in the courtyard, Helen struggled to control her outburst. She dropped her head into hands, convulsing as her shoulders shook.
“Oh, Helen.” George rose from the table and came to her side, bending over her and holding her shoulders. “I’ve made you cry. I’m so sorry. I’ll call our waiter over to bring the check so I can take you home.”
Helen shook her head back and forth, finally getting a grip on her giggles. When she looked up at George she knew damn well that her mascara was running from her tears of laughter and by this time she barely even cared. She’d bungled the entire evening so badly that there really wasn’t any use trying to impress the man any longer.
George took the linen napkin from her lap and wiped it softly across her cheeks, leaving streaky deposits of black on the material. The Eleni’s staff would just love that. Helen stilled George’s hand and patted it.
“Sit down George. I have a confession to make.”
George paused a moment before returning to his seat.
“See this?” Helen asked, with a wave of her hand from the top of her head down toward her feet. “It’s not me.” George just gave her one of those huh? looks. “I’m not sick. I was just trying to impress you.”
“Impress me?” George scooted his chair closer to the table and leaned closer. “Helen, I don’t understand—”
“I was smiling like that to hide my eye crinkles, see?” She gave him a full smile, crinkles and all. “I thought I looked younger and more sophisticated.”
“But it was that beautiful bright smile of yours that first caught my attention in the shop,” George said. He held up his hand. “No, wait, that’s not entirely true. Since we’re making confessions, it was that full heart-shaped bottom of yours that first caught my eye. After that it was your breasts. But your smile came in a close third.” He winked.
“Thank you…I think.” Helen laughed, suddenly aware of her nipples stiffening at George’s mention of her breasts. “Anyway, George, I’m just not a high-heels, lipstick and mascara-wearing kind of girl. I’m definitely more of a blue jeans and T-shirt type. The reason I’m perspiring is because I wore this hot knit dress and—”
“You’re right about that,” George interjected with a sexy smile as his gaze locked on her cleavage. “It’s hot all right.”
“And that’s exactly the response I was trying to go for, which is why I didn’t wear my cool cotton dress instead. The combination of the humid air, the wine and the hot coffee didn’t help matters. That’s why my face is flushed, my makeup is running and my hair looks like wilting cotton candy.” Her shoulders hiked in a shrug. “I’m sorry, George. “I’m sure the last thing you wanted was to spend the night with a disheveled hazi Americana.”
George signaled the server for the check. “On the contrary, Helen, I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed an evening more. You might be just a little bit crazy,” he held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart, “but I think you’re a beautiful, sexy and extremely refreshing woman. And, personally, I like those little crinkles at the corners of your eyes.”
“You think I’m refreshing? And sexy? How can you think I’m sexy when I’m sitting here looking like a clown?”
“Refreshing, yes, because not many beautiful, sexy woman have the ability to make me laugh too.” George chuckled before adding, “That’s where the clown part comes in.”
Helen rolled her eyes and huffed. “Yeah, well the idea was to get you to seduce me, not to make you laugh.” As soon as the words left her lips, Helen clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, Lord, I didn’t mean to say that,” she muttered through spread fingers.
“I’m glad you did.” George gifted her with one of his sensuous smiles, along with a knowing nod. “It seems that we had the exact same plan in mind. I’m very flattered that you went to so much trouble to look sexy for me, Helen. But none of it was necessary. You don’t need makeup and fancy dresses to turn me on. You just need to be yourself.”
“Wow.” Helen leaned forward, planting an elbow on the table and propping her chin in her fist. “You sure do have a way with words, Mr. Kokoris.”
“When I take you home,” George’s voice took on a deep seductive tone, “I’ll show you that words aren’t the only thing I have a way with, Ms. Krasilkowski.”
Chapter Three
George couldn’t stand it a moment longer. How could something as deceptively simple and ordinary as watching the gentle sway of Helen’s hips as she put on a pot of coffee before heading off to take a shower give him a hard-on of epic proportions? He’d been with many women in his day, sexy, gorgeous girls, but none of them had ever affected his libido like the crazy little blonde. Helen was soft and earthy and funny and everything his previous women were not.
There wasn’t any logic to it. He should have been repelled by the drippy smudged makeup and sheen of perspiration glazing her features as he sat across from her in the restaurant, but it only made her all the more endearing. He should have been turned off by the lack of muscle tone beneath her ample padding, but gazing at her lush curves excited him beyond reason. He should have lost all interest when her limp mass of fuzzy blonde hair sagged in some places while poofing out ridiculously in others, but all he could think about was running his fingers through the strands of gold and smoothing them. Watching her ankles wobble as she tried to move about on those foolish, skinny-heeled shoes, and then witnessing her trip over her own feet and break a heel off on the way back up the hill from Eleni’s should have had him eager as hell to drop the limping woman at her door and make a run for it. But George found her vulner
ability and eagerness to impress him most engaging.
And sexy as hell.
No. There wasn’t an ounce of logic to this strange magic the hazi Americana seemed to possess. The magic that set his heart racing and had his cock rigid with an almost desperate need to feel himself inside her. If he didn’t know better George would have thought he’d been bedeviled, bewitched. No other explanation seemed plausible now as he watched Helen wiggle her fingers in a coy wave before heading into her bedroom.
He had to get his mind off her. George’s attention turned to the coffeemaker as dark liquid dripped into the glass carafe. He should have left her apartment before she got in the shower. Helen Krasilkowski most definitely was not the kind of woman he wanted or needed in his life. Yes, he’d think about the coffee instead of Helen. Drip…drip…drip. He’d concentrate on the way the dripping liquid picked up speed, flowing in a steady stream and then, finally, with gushing a shot of steam coming to a hot, satisfying climax.
Fuck!
———
As soon as Helen got under the showerhead and started washing off the makeup and rinsing away the perspiration she felt better. What a sad, sorry impression she’d made on the gorgeous Greek. To his credit he’d remained a smiling, understanding gentleman throughout everything that had gone wrong that evening. Too bad. George Kokoris would have been quite a catch. What’s more, he actually seemed to be genuinely interested in her…or perhaps he was simply amused. In any case, Helen was certain this was a date she’d remember for the rest of her life, for both the good reasons as well as the bad.
So what if he never called her again? At least she’d had this one semi-idyllic, partially romantic evening with a modern-day Greek god. Of course, the night would be perfect if it ended with them in a hot, steamy tussle between the sheets but fat chance of that happening. She was pretty sure she’d squelched any thoughts of a carnal nature that George may have been harboring. As a rule, klutzy clowns probably weren’t high on the Greek god list of sexual stimulants.
It was a shame she’d probably never have the opportunity to show George her non-clownish side because he just might have liked it. They might have really hit it off if the evening had gone differently. George had a way of making her feel beautiful, sexy and interesting.
That didn’t even begin to compare with the way she felt when George slid the shower door open and joined her.
“George!” With the initial shock, Helen’s first thought was to cover herself up and her hands instinctively flew to her breasts and pussy. Fighting back the urge to let her jaw drop, her gaze traveled from George’s eyes down the faultless planes of his gorgeous naked torso, stopping at his cock. Then her jaw did drop. “Oh my goodness, George,” she whispered. The man had a cock quite unlike any she’d seen before. Any doubts she’d had about George being the incarnation of a Greek god were put to rest with a single glimpse of his magnificent attributes. She shifted as the folds of her pussy began to heat.
George’s searing gaze nearly made the droplets of water simmer against her skin. He tugged her arms away from their protective positions and placed them at her sides, holding her at arm’s length while he appraised her. At the first brush of his skin against hers, the impatience of raw sexual hunger pervaded her senses and she heard a little moan catch in her throat.
“You are so beautiful it almost makes me ache to look at you,” George said just above a whisper.
“George, I—” Whatever the hell she’d been planning to say washed right down the shower drain as she admired his fantasy-man physique. The man was so beautiful, so perfectly formed, she was truly at a loss for words. Her gaze roved over his broad chest and she watched as two droplets of water ran down from the hollow at his throat, merging in rivulets on one of his pecs. The tiny stream paused at his nipple before dripping, lingering on his flesh the way she imagined her tongue doing. Her body trembled in response.
“I’m sorry, Helen, but I had no choice,” George said, tracing a finger from her arm up to her lips. He smoothed the tip of his finger back and forth across her bottom lip before capturing it between his teeth and drawing her into a full kiss. Helen felt the most delicious sensation shoot clear to her clit. “I was going crazy out there thinking about you all wet and naked in the shower,” George continued as their kiss ended. “I just had to join you, Helen. Please tell me that you don’t mind.”
Mind? Mind?
“I’m glad you’re here, George. More than a little surprised, but glad.” She reached out to touch his jaw, almost afraid that he’d be an apparition, no more than a figment of her wishful thinking. When her fingers connected with warm, solid flesh, she breathed a delighted sigh of relief.
Helen heard a low chuckle rumble in George’s throat. “I’m a little surprised myself,” he said. “I’ve never found myself so immediately and powerfully captivated by a woman before. There’s something…special about you that I can’t explain, Helen. Something that draws me to you like iron filings to a magnet.” As he spoke he turned her around so that her backside faced him.
The showerhead pelted her breasts with water. She felt her knees tremble when he snaked his arms around her, cupping her breasts with his large hands and kneading her wet flesh until her nipples peaked in response. But that wasn’t the best part. As if they carried an electric current, the phenomenal sensation of George’s lips and tongue trailing from the nape of her neck to the dimple low in her spine had her knees actually go weak. Feeling as if she’d been drugged with pleasure, Helen sagged against him. With the prominent evidence of George’s desire nestled firmly at the small of her back and then sliding into the crack of her ass, she savored the resurgence of passion that she’d feared had been lost to her forever.
“It feels so good to have a real woman in my grasp,” George said against her ear as he ground himself against her. “A full, ripe woman with soft, sensuous curves on her frame. A woman with the body of a goddess.”
He couldn’t have just said those beautiful things to her, could he? But he had. And he sure as hell sounded as though he meant it too.
“Oh, George, you have to stop.” His hands stilled and for a moment the only sound she heard was the water bombarding the tiled walls.
“What?” he finally said.
Helen looked over her shoulder. “You’re making me so hot with your words and caresses that I’m practically ready to come just from that alone.”
“We can’t have that,” George said, turning Helen to face him again. She felt the spray of water against her back, dribbling down between her ass cheeks where George’s cock had just probed. “The first time you come, Helen, I want to be able to look into those big beautiful green eyes of yours. I want to see the passion burning as I make your body tremble.”
Before Helen knew what was happening, George’s mouth was on hers and his fingers were between her thighs, searching between her pussy lips until they found her clit. She gasped as the tender bud swelled and pulsations, tiny and almost imperceptible at first, grew until she was on the verge of either exploding or bursting into song or both.
Tiny utterances escaped her throat. At just the right moment George pulled back from the kiss and held her so close that Helen’s head instinctively fell back so she could look up at him. The intensity of raw desire in George’s eyes made her heart skip a beat. This was far better than any dream or fantasy she’d ever had, and she hadn’t even felt his cock inside her yet. The mere thought of his big, hard cock filling her had torrents of liquid surging from her clenching pussy as the first shudders gripped her being. While the shower rained down on them, George’s hand supported her back as the other deftly worked to bring her to unparalleled completion.
“Don’t move,” George commanded a moment later as he stepped out of the shower. “I’ll be right back.”
Move? Hell, she couldn’t even think. Helen couldn’t remember the last time she’d climaxed so hard. In fact, she probably never had. An orgasm like that was something a woman definitely would
remember. If the man could do that to her with just his fingers, imagine what—
“I had to put on a condom,” George said as he slipped back in and closed the shower door. “You looked so beautiful when you came for me that I need to see it again, except this time I want to be inside you when it happens.”
“In here?” Helen said, wiping water from her face. “But there’s not enough room for us to lie on the—”
“It doesn’t matter.” George’s hands clasped Helen’s waist and he hoisted her into the air. “I can’t wait a moment longer to feel myself inside you, Helen.”
“Oh!” Clenching his shoulders with her hands, she was nothing short of flabbergasted when, instead of wrenching his back in pain over the heavy load, George handled her as if she weighed no more than her shop’s signature ten-pound box of deluxe assorted chocolates. Before she could open her mouth, he had positioned her with her back against the shower wall and Helen found her pussy being pierced with the tip of his cock.
She’d never experienced anything like it and loved the feeling of being held up and supported by a pair of strong hands. As he held her aloft, Helen watched the muscles in George’s arms and chest bunch and cord while water sluiced down his body. It was a beautiful, erotic sight that had her pussy weeping in joyous expectation. “I’ve never done it standing up before.”
“Technically,” George said as the tip of his cock twitched inside her, “only one of us is standing.” He gave her a roguish smile and wink.
“George…”
“Hmmm?”
Quickly becoming lost in pleasure as his cock invaded her senses, Helen hesitated to go on, but she owed it to the man to warn him. “We shouldn’t do this. I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself.”
George shook his head. “You’re perfect, hazi mu. Just right. Trust me, you’re like a feather compared to the weights I use for working out.”
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