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His grin was huge and very sexy, a testament to the fact he knew he had won. “I am very lucky you put up with me.”
“You are, not that I think you really believe that.”
“I do, though.” He cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “I know how very lucky I am to have you in my life. I always have done.”
“You don’t make any sense.” She did not like when he talked in riddles.
“Because we do not see the world the same way.”
No question. For all that they’d both suffered loss and pain, Andreas had always had more of a safety net. He just didn’t realize it.
And that net allowed him to see the world differently than she did. Hence his ability to say that he saw her as necessary to his life, even as he was making plans for one in which she would by necessity play a smaller and smaller part.
She wasn’t thinking about the future right now, though. Kayla was with the one man who had ever been able to give her everything she needed on an intimate level, most likely for the last time with any level of privacy. When they got back to Portland, he had venture capital worlds to conquer, a bride to find—with or without a matchmaker—and Kayla hopefully would still have KJ Software and the shelter she funded.
Not all she wanted, or even needed, but what she’d learned she could have.
Besides, she was on vacation, darn it. She was going to go home with memories. Memories that just might have to last her a lifetime.
“So, back to the hotel?” she asked.
“Yes, pethi mou. Back to the hotel, where I will ravish your body until you are ready to accept the only terms that make sense for our future.”
If he thought great sex, even the best sex they’d ever had, was going to convince her to walk away from KJ Software and take the leap into venture capital investment, he was living in Dreamland.
Now that the decision to return to the hotel had been put out in the open, the fact they were going to make love was a given, there was a different quality to his kisses.
They turned languid and slow, but no less sexually devastating, no less emotionally catastrophic. His lips possessed hers, demanded she returned in kind. His tongue tasted, teased her into tasting.
And what he tasted like was hers, for that moment anyway.
They arrived at the hotel sooner than she expected, but not as quickly as she needed. She wanted skin-on-skin contact. She’d been without his touch for too long. She wanted to touch him without hindrance, craved his hands on her body with nothing in the way, as well.
But when they reached their suite, he did not immediately take her into his arms. Instead, he stared at her with those deep, fathomless green eyes for long seconds.
“What?” she demanded.
“I am thinking how beautiful you are.”
She made an inelegant sound of disbelief. “So beautiful you did not touch me for six years.”
“I explained that.”
“And now suddenly, you’re not worried about losing me if you take me to bed again?” What was the matter with her?
Was she trying to talk him out of it now that she’d decided she wanted the same thing he did? But he wasn’t making sense. And she hated it when things didn’t make sense, especially Andreas.
“Circumstances change.”
Right. He was selling the company. She wasn’t going to be his very minor partner any longer. Or he was hoping that by sexing her up he’d convince her to move on from KJ Software with him. Either way, the situation balanced in his business-literal brain.
She shrugged off her jacket, her breath catching at the way his eyes zeroed in on her hard peaks as they strained against her tank top. Tight and aching for another kind of stimulation, her nipples tingled under his hot gaze. She had always loved the way he looked at her in this mood, the way his gaze on her body could be almost a tactile sensation.
It wasn’t enough, though. Not nearly enough. She wanted more; she wanted real touch and lots of it.
Putting her hands on the hem of her tank top, she gave him a flirtatious look, knowing just what the combination would do to Mr. Control. “Like what you see, Andreas?”
“You know I do.” His voice came out more growl than billionaire-businessman tone.
Ooh, she liked it when that happened.
“How much?” she prodded, tugging up a little on the top, showing just a small line of skin above her waistband, teasing him...teasing herself.
Finesse and control disappearing in a husky breath, Andreas ripped his own shirt off, his slacks going next with swift, almost jerky, movements, revealing his hard sex barely contained by the black briefs he still wore. “This much.”
She gasped, her reaction to his body visceral and intense. She knew he kept in shape with daily workouts and martial arts, but his broad shoulders layered with lean muscle, sculpted chest and eight-pack abs were totally droolworthy. He’d always looked more like a warrior than a corporate shark to her.
Only six years ago, his body had been that of a young man, but he’d filled out more, his body nothing less than awe inspiring now.
“I have always gotten off on the way you look at me, Kay-love.” Andreas’s tone was every bit as deep and smoldering as his green gaze.
“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of women look at you the same way.”
“No.” His denial was too sincere for her to disbelieve him. “No one has ever looked at me with the same intense desire, not like you. Your eyes make me burn.”
“Good.”
“Oh, yes, very.”
She pulled her tank top a little farther up, loving the feel of his eyes on her, so intimate, so knowing, almost as good as a touch, as they followed the hem of her top. “It’s the same for me.”
“I know.” His hands curled at his sides, like he wanted to reach out and grab her, but was stopping himself.
“Arrogant.” She could barely get the single word past her suddenly tight throat.
“The truth is not arrogance.”
Maybe not. She didn’t have the breath or the focus to argue with him regardless.
Only one thing was on her mind right now, and it wasn’t semantics. She removed her top, slowly, because she knew it would drive him crazy the longer she took.
His growl was very satisfying. “No one could appreciate your beauty as much as I do.”
“Are you saying I am only sexy to you?” She paused with her hands behind her back on the clasp of her bra, again teasing him with what was to come, taunting him with her words and the prospect she might stop undressing.
“No,” he said forcefully. “I am saying that chemistry plays a part here, Kayla. You understand chemical reactions.”
“Yes.” She unclasped her bra and knew by the flaring of his nostrils he noticed the sound, but she didn’t let the lingerie fall away. “I do.”
He took a step toward her, but stopped, his pupils already blown with passion, his jaw clenched. “What you might have with another man would be a reaction, what we have is a nuclear explosion.”
She could not deny it. She’d always believed that was because she loved him. He thought it was because they had some kind of extra chemical attraction. She almost shook her head at him, but right now she really didn’t care why they were so explosive together. All that really mattered was that they wer
e.
“Oh, yes,” she said as she let her bra fall away from her generous curves.
Andreas swore in Greek before reaching out to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples with unerring accuracy, making her gasp and shudder. “Your body was made for mine.”
She had no answer for a claim that he had made before and to her had always sounded more permanent than she knew he meant it to. Back then she’d been naive and believed the implications, now she had the benefit of a learned past to teach her his words were nothing but impassioned sex talk.
He leaned down and nibbled along her ear, making Kayla shiver with desire. “My sweet, pethi mou, what do I have to do to get you take off those too-damn-sexy slacks that cling to your butt like a second skin?”
“You want me to take these off?” she forced herself to tease in a voice made breathy with desire. Despite wanting to make love with Andreas more than she wanted to keep breathing in the moment, Kayla could not afford to give in too easily, on anything.
Andreas never appreciated anything he got too easily, and she was determined he would remember this, their last time together, as something special. She would be the one who got away, the one he never forgot.
Because she was never going to forget him.
“I do.” He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, sending all sorts of sexy messages along her nerve endings.
“You’ve already taken off your slacks...” She paused to take a much-needed breath. “I suppose...” She tried again, “I suppose it’s only fair.”
“You are a fair person,” he praised as he pinched her nipples just enough to bring pleasure, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers.
“I try to be.”
He kissed along her neck. “You have always helped me with my lack in that area.”
She nodded. Andreas had once told her that he considered Kayla his backup conscience. Maybe she should have taken heed he considered he needed one. She might not have been so blindsided by the events of the past two days.
She unbuttoned and unzipped, but didn’t take it any further, too enamored by the sensations this buildup to pleasure was giving her. And maybe just a little too breathless. “You sure this is what you want?”
