Dimitri's Moon (3 page)

Slipping his hands around to the front of her body, he sighed with contentment as the weight of her breasts was once again in his palms. Maneuvering his head, Dimitri swiped his tongue along the back of her exposed neck. She tasted delicious. Her small body shuddered beneath him.

Relying on the support his body behind hers offered, Landi allowed herself to relax against him. Not that she had much choice once he cupped her breasts again and began licking her neck.

Dimitri knew Landi could feel and discern what the hard ridge pressed into her buttocks was. His body clenched at the knowledge that soon, it would be hers. Landi brought her hands back to rest on the sides of his strong thighs, a move that arched her back and pressed her breasts further into his eager hands.

Nipping her slightly on the neck, Dimitri’s hands traveled south with his hands. The smell of her desire was beginning to fill the room.

Every inhalation and touch of her body on his chipped away at the hold he had on his control.

Halting at the top of her shorts, he let his fingers tease beneath the elastic. He felt the band of her panties and his cock jerked painfully as a result. “These need to go,” he whispered as he began to tug them down.

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Once they were past her hips, the material slipped unimpeded to the floor. Dimitri stepped around to the front of her and looked over her. She stood before him in nothing but a white thong.

His eyes easily picked up on the fact it was soaked. “Damn,” he hissed. Like a hungry wolf, he circled her again. This time his sharp eyes picked up on a tattoo she had. It was on her left hip, a ladder that was deep pink in color. Beneath the ladder was the outline of a moon.

Dimitri traced one rung with a finger as he asked, “What possessed you to get a pink ladder on this marvelous skin?”

Ilanderae had to take several deep breaths before she could respond. “It is the Adinkra symbol of fate.”

One thick black eyebrow rose as he began to shake his head. He moved his fingers over it one more time before sliding them under the edge of her skimpy thong. “Fate?”
Nimue is Merlin’s one true love. And
another word for Nimue is Fate.

“Yes,” she stuttered. “I got it in college; my friends said I always tempted fate.”

“Well, you sure as hell are tempting me.” He lifted her into his arms and walked over to the bed in the hotel room, lowering her gently to rest on the mattress. Dimitri eyed the fashion magazine that lay there and shoved it to the side.

Landi tugged his body down over hers, loving how the rough feel of his denim jeans felt against her bare legs. His thick chest hair teased and tormented her sensitive breasts. Her hands ran over the muscles in his back and settled on the firm ass he was blessed with.

Her hips bucked, pressing her soaking core against him, telling him what she wanted. What she craved.

Dimitri seemed to have had enough of playing around. Rolling her over so she was on top of him, he latched his lips onto one of the breasts that hung enticingly over his mouth. His tongue rolled her turgid nipple around as he alternated sucking and nipping on it. He kicked off his shoes so they were out of the way.

Landi had begun to mewl in the back of her throat as she ground down against the stiff erection in his denims. Her back arched, allowing him to pull even more of her breast into his mouth.

The feel of him between her thighs and the tugging his mouth was doing to her breast sent her body into an orgasm that blindsided her. It sent her spiraling into a beautiful world. But she wanted more.

She wanted to feel Dimitri deep within her body.

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She moved her breast from his mouth and slid down his form, placing little kisses along the hairy chest. Her nose inhaled the light smell of a musky cologne that he wore and wore well.

At the button of his jeans, she stopped. Her legs straddled his and she could see the wet spot that her most recent orgasm had put on his clothing. Landi undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

She tugged the material down over his lean hips and couldn’t stop the groan of appreciation at the sight of his cock straining against his boxers.

“Landi,” Dimitri uttered, his naturally deep voice sounding about an octave lower. His hips lifted so she could pull the jeans off.

She sucked her bottom lip in her mouth as she stood over him and looked. His thick lashes were lowered and she knew they were full of passion. The dark green of his boxers was a good color against his skin. But she didn’t want his boxers; well, she did, but Landi wanted them off his body.

Kneeling back on the bed, Landi crawled up to where she could touch the waist of his boxers. Passion glazed her eyes as she finished undressing him. Her eyes became transfixed on the thick erection that jutted out from the dark hair.

Damn, I want that in my mouth.
Before Dimitri could respond to the emotion he no doubt saw in her eyes, she leaned over and swiped her tongue across the top of his penis. His whole body jerked as he let loose an expletive.

“Landi!” He tried to grab her shoulders.

She was determined when she wanted something, and she wanted his dick deep within her mouth. So she had it. Rolling off his touch, she ran her tongue around the swollen head before lowering her mouth over it.

Dimitri had just about blown his load at the first touch of her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft. Her ponytail had fallen over her shoulder and the ends tickled the sensitive skin of his pelvic region.

More and more of his cock she took in her mouth. By the time her nose had reached the hair from where her treat originated, his hands were on the side of her head as hips began bucking, allowing him to drive home deep in her throat.

“Oh, Jesus, Landi. I’m about to—!”

His incomplete warning came seconds before he did. Spurt after spurt left his body and shot down her throat. And she took it all.

Three

“Landi? Landi!” Dimitri’s deep voice jolted Landi back from a memory best left in the past. “Stay with me, here; we have to make a run for it. Are you ready?”

Swallowing hard, she fought to focus on his words. She could still taste him as if they had just finished sharing their bodies with one another. “I think so,” she rasped.

Dimitri narrowed his gaze as he took in the rapidness of her breathing combined with the lingering desire in her eyes. She could tell it had hit him; he knew exactly what she was thinking about. Their time together. Visibly forcing his lust back under control, he tightened his grip on her hand and stepped out into the chaos.

They moved swiftly through the crowd. The chants were increasing as was the shoving all people were doing. Things were being yelled in Greek and Landi had no idea what was said, although it wasn’t hard to tell they were pissed off about something.

Dimitri kept them moving at a constant speed but had automatically adjusted for the length of Landi’s stride. “You okay?” he asked as they dodged a large man who was hefting part of a table over his head.

“Peachy! You know I do this all the time.” Her answer smacked of sarcasm and Dimitri grinned despite the seriousness of the situation.

“How the hell do you know where I’m staying?”

“I am guessing you stay in the same place when you come to Athens,” he responded as they dashed across another street.

“Assumptions…an ass…yeah that fits,” Landi bit off as her hotel came into view.

“I didn’t say I assumed, I guessed.” Dimitri continued to pull her along even after they were inside the building.

“Stop. Stop. Stop! Damn it, Dimitri, knock it off.” Landi jerked her hand out of his hold. “I’m fine now. Go back to…whatever.” Her palms moved over the seat of her pants as if wiping off the mere touch he had given her.

The golden eyes of his handsome face raked up her body and they burned her with their intensity. “Landi, about what happened—”

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“Oh, my God! Landi, you’re okay! I was so worried!” A masculine voice interrupted Dimitri and both people looked toward the person jogging through the hotel lobby to her side.

Dimitri snarled quietly as he watched this man pick up Landi and kiss her cheek. The man was, Dimitri guessed, five-nine, and a striking black man. Good body, nice smile, tasteful clothes, the man had Landi in his arms. Dimitri hated him.

“I’m okay; I think it’s time to readjust our plans, however.”

Landi kissed him back and didn’t rush him in setting her down.

“I agree,” the man said. “I’ve made arrangements. Let’s get going before it’s too late.” His dark-brown eyes swung over to rest upon Dimitri. “And you are?”

“Dimitri Melonakos.” The Greek paused for a moment. “You?”

Before answering, his gaze flicked over to Ilanderae, who was standing there staring with a blank expression on her face. “Jason Erickson.” He reached out a hand and as it was taken, both men sizing up one another.

Landi took a step backwards and immediately Dimitri’s gaze had zeroed in on her. “We aren’t done, Landi.”

Her brown eyes narrowed to slits; and this time, unlike back at the restaurant, she did nothing to disguise her anger. “I have
nothing
to say to you!” She turned from him, took one step, and froze when his hand circled her arm.

“We aren’t
done
,” Dimitri bit out.

Realizing they were getting odd looks from the people in the lobby of the hotel, Landi swallowed her response to his forward behavior. Her fingers itched to slap him for his boldness and her mouth longed to feel his firm lips upon it.

Narrowing her eyes, she commanded in an icy and haughty tone, “Remove your hand.”

His golden eyes swirled with emotion and her belly quivered.

She read the warning in his gaze before he dropped her arm.

“We
will
finish discussing this.”

“Thank you for the escort, Mr. Melonakos.” She tugged the hem of her shirt down and smiled at Jason before walking away without another word. With each step she took, she fought the urge to look over her shoulder at him.

Damn him! Damn him for being so damn good looking after all this
time! Damn him for wreaking the same havoc in my body as he had before!

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Blinking back tears, Landi headed straight for her room and locked herself in. After leaving a message to have her room rung when AJ arrived, she crawled into her bed and curled up to the big pillows and drifted off to the past.

The further away from Landi Dimitri walked brought the image of her on a date with AJ closer. He moved swiftly through the streets, avoiding the crowds of irate people and the police. Understanding his mood as being one that was less than decent, he entered the restaurant through the back to avoid any customers.

“Alejandro Kyriakos Melonakos!” Dimitri bellowed as he entered the restaurant.

“Why are you yelling?” AJ questioned as he nimbly avoided another person.

“You aren’t going.”

His cousin stared at him with those guileless green eyes.

“Excuse me?” He set the down plate he had in his hands. “Not going where?”

“Out.” Dimitri fought to get his rage in check.

“Of course not! Don’t be stupid. This is a busy time. I’m not going until tonight with my date with…” he trailed off, eyes growing wide with understanding. “You don’t want me to go out with that little cutie in pink?”

A low rumble rolled from his chest. “Don’t call her that.”

“You have a problem with me taking Landi out?” AJ crossed his arms and a mocking smile filled his face.

“Leave her alone, cousin,” he growled.

“Why? She agreed to go out with me. In fact…she seemed downright pleased about it.”

White-hot rage poured through his veins. Dimitri smiled ferally as he stepped up flush to his cousin. It didn’t matter that AJ was inches taller than he. “Don’t push me, AJ,” he warned. “Change your plans.”

AJ stared at him for a moment before deeper comprehension filled his eyes and a grin crossed his face. “You aren’t in my plans at all.

She is.” Devilish humor filled his countenance before he strode away.

He said over his shoulder, “You can always be here to watch our date if you like. Maybe you’ll learn how a real man treats a woman.”

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Dimitri muttered something unkind in Greek as his cousin walked off. He wanted to beat him until he was in no shape to go anywhere near Landi. His vacation had just taken a turn for the worse.

Landi is mine, AJ. Mine!

Shoving a hand through his hair, he glared at Spyros, another cousin, who had been watching the entire exchange but wisely kept his mouth shut. Spinning around, he left the kitchens and headed back outside, sitting down on a crate.

Why did she have to be here? What was her power that made him lose all sense of self around her? Why did he want to go to her room and hold her? Make love to her?

Putting his head in his hands, he closed his eyes against the on-slaught of his memories. It felt like it was just yesterday they’d taken that small trip to the beach.

“Are you okay, Dimitri?” a soft voice questioned in Greek.

Looking up, he smiled as he looked upon his Aunt Luz. “Yes, ma’am.”

She raised a dark brow in disbelief and waited him out. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

Dimitri met his aunt’s kind eyes. He knew better than to lie to her. “It’s my fault she hates me, I left her.”

“And this is the young woman my son seems content to torment you about his upcoming date?”

Dimitri bit back a growl of anger. “She doesn’t need to be going on a date with him.”

“The young woman in all the pink? The American?”

He nodded silently. The image of Landi was so fresh before him, he felt like could reach out and touch her.

“She is the other half of your soul. And she knows it. I would have to have been blind not to see the passion in her eyes as she looked at you. Don’t give up on her, Dima.”