He brought his hand around my nape while he skimmed his mouth over my jaw and down my neck. A shudder traveled down my spine.
I should have stopped him. This wasn’t professional at all, but it was time to admit that all professionalism had disappeared as soon as I realized whose home this was, who my patient was, and what she had attempted to do.
My eyes fluttered shut and a deep sigh escaped my lips. He nipped my bottom lip, then licked it slowly, his tongue dragging a soothing path in its wake.
My heartbeat thundered frantically in my chest, threatening to burst.
I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in ten years. It was such a long time ago. A different lifetime.
His free hand roved over my body, and I finally stopped fighting it. This man’s touch made my body hum to the tune of his fingers as he slid them toward my inner thigh. All the while his lips devoured my neck, sucking, licking, and biting the sensitive skin.
God, I needed this release, needed to feel desired.
I was so wet there was no possible way he’d miss it through the thin material.
I will stop this in a second, I whispered to myself. I just needed a bit more to get me through the lonely nights.
When his fingers slid under the lace, touching my most intimate skin, any remaining thoughts fled.
I tilted my head back with a breathless sigh and gripped his shoulders, wanting more.
“Oh my God,” I breathed out when he teased my opening. My fingers curved, digging into his shoulders while my hips ground against his hand. “God, please don’t stop.”
“There you are, calling me God again,” he rasped, his breath hot in my ear.
His lips were on mine again, his tongue tangling with mine as I moaned into his mouth.
The sound of a door slamming broke through the haze of lust, and we both froze.
He took a step back, his dark gaze remaining on me, burning with everything I felt and setting me aflame.
“Dinner is waiting,” he said. “And so are the children.”
I feared that if I wasn’t careful, Lykos Costello would be the death of me, and I was really too young to die.
TWENTY-THREE
VIOLET
Iwas still reeling from Lykos’s touch when we entered the dining room where his children and Salvatore awaited us.
“Sorry we’re late, children.” Lykos strode to the head of the table and pulled out a chair for me, then took his spot at the opposite end. “Salvatore, I see you’re still here.”
His friend was grinning, watching our every move. “I am, and I’m so happy that I stayed.”
Aria’s head whipped back and forth between her dad and Salvatore. “Why’s that?”’
“Yes, why’s that?” Lykos’s son echoed.
“Because—”
“Ignore Salvatore,” Lykos cut his friend off. “He’s being?—”
“Eros,” Salvatore chimed in, grinning like a fool. “I’m Eros, a fairy godmother, a matchmaker that guarantees a happily-ever-after. I’m?—”
“Weird,” I muttered, then my eyes widened, realizing I had uttered the words out loud. Shit, Lykos was rattling my usually calm demeanor. It had to be, because in my professional life I’d never slipped.
Before mortification could settle, a roar of laughter broke free and the room filled with it.
