Ignoring that, Piers pulled off the rest of his clothing. He was totally naked underneath, tanned to perfection, and utterly magnificent. Sophie’s mouth almost watered at the sight of him. She’d never seen a flesh-and-blood man who was as impeccably honed and sharply chiseled as a classical Greek sculpture. And wow—that was one hell of an erection.

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t figure out the boxers, did you?”

Piers ignored that, too, and leaned back over her, kissing her from jaw to collarbone to the top of her lacey bra. Sophie’s breath shuddered. Nuzzling her chest, he dipped his finger under the material, exploring deeper with every stroke. He finally brushed her nipple, and she gasped, heat simmering between her legs.

Piers seemed fascinated by the little details of her lingerie, but Sophie grew impatient when he didn’t finish undressing her. She unhooked her bra and tugged off her panties herself. She’d never been so bold or wanton in her life, but with Piers, going full steam ahead not only felt natural; it felt necessary.

“I need you,” she whispered, arching into his touch.

Roughly, Piers said something in a language that resembled Greek as he smoothed his hand down her body. He stroked and explored as if he had all the time in the world when Sophie had never been so desperate to move faster. She pressed against him, twisting and straining. She needed contact. She needed friction. After breath-stealing minutes of driving her to the brink of insanity, he finally slid his fingers toward her throbbing center.

“Yes.” She nearly sobbed in relief at his first light stroke through her hot, aching slickness. “More. There.”

Her senses exploded as he touched her. They were just getting started, and this was already the most aroused she’d ever been. Sensation raced like liquid fire beneath her skin. Piers pressed on just the right spot, and it was like hitting a reset button. She moaned in pleasure. Her sex life started now, she decided—with Piers. She grinned at the idea.

“Is my lovemaking funny?” he growled against her neck. His deep voice resonated inside her. “Do they do it differently in Attica?”

“Are you kidding?” she panted. Piers was acing this. “I think they do it wrong here. Don’t stop. I love it.”

He paused, maybe surprised by her candor. Then he started working the little bead of her clitoris that even she had trouble finding. Sophie nearly flew off the bed, which might’ve been funny if she hadn’t been so intensely absorbed in chasing what was sure to be the best orgasm of her life. Piers slid his mouth over her breast and sucked on her nipple. His tongue lashed the tip, and she let out a sharp breath, tension peaking inside her.