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“Don’t be,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I wouldn’t have you any otherway.”
She leaned her head back to look up at him. “I hope you meant that, because I don’t think I’m capable of being any other wayanymore.”
He looked into her eyes. “I meanit.”
“Good.”
Even as she said it, a note of dread rang through her body. Greece would be a turning point. Until now, her involvement had been mostly out of her control — the kidnapping in Capri, the shootout in Paris at Christophe Marchand’s cyber lab, Primo’s death atVelvet.
The last two months had been spent preparing in Westchester, practicing at the firing range, recouping her physical and mental strength after her time in Greece, Primo’s death, the gunshot that had almost killed her and their unbornchild.
Returning to Greece would be a deliberate and irrevocable decision to involve herself — and her unborn child — in the mission to destroy Stefano Anastos andMalcolm.
She was glad all over again that she hadn’t told Damian about her pregnancy. Even she wouldn’t be able to convince him of the merit of her involvement if heknew.
It also meant she owned the decision and any harm that came to their child because ofit.
She turned her head to touch her lips to his, willing him to forgive her if something went wrong, trying to tell him with her kiss that she was sorry, that she wished it could be different — that she wished she could bedifferent.
His lips were soft and sensual on hers, his tongue mapping her mouth like a traveler returninghome.
She had developed a kind of muscle memory for him, his proximity sparking a fire in her nerve endings, the memory of all the hours she’d spent in his arms, his fingers touching every secret treasure in her body, laying dormant under herskin.
The rush of heat to her core was no less overwhelming for its familiarity. Her body — cold only moments before — was the center of a throbbing, primal fire that radiated outward from hercenter.
He stroked her hair, blown by the breeze off the sea, his hand cradling her head as his tongue dove deeper into her mouth, his thumb stroking her bottom lip like he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted all of him inside of all ofher.
She was sitting across his lap by the time his hand traveled down her neck, dropping kisses at the corners of her mouth, trailing fire across her jaw, nibbling at herear.
She sighed as his lips moved down her throat, lingering at hercollarbone.
His hand cupped one of her breasts and her nipple immediately rose to a peak as he thumbed it through her bra, pinching it gently but firmly between hisfingers.
She moaned. Her nipples were more sensitive now than ever, and a thunderbolt of desire rushed to the space between her legs as he covered her mound with hismouth.
She reached under his shirt, desperate to feel him against herfingers.
“Let’s go to bed,” he murmured against herbreast.
“No,” she said. “Here.”
“You’ll be cold,” hesaid.
“Trust me, I’m notcold.”
He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion and stretched his body over hers. The blanket was under her now, his body a shelter against thewind.
He returned to her lips and kissed her slowly and deeply as he cupped her face with one hand. She opened her legs to him, relishing the sensation of his erection nestling against the cleft between her legs. Her body answered with another rush of wetheat.
She let her hands travel the length of his muscled back, down to the firm roundness of his ass, around to the button on his jeans. His zipper came next, and she slid her hand between their bodies and reached for him, her hand closing around the rigidshaft.
He pulsed in her hand, groaned as he lifted her shirt, pulled down the lace of her bra. For a split second, she was exposed to the night air, a delicious juxtaposition against the furnace raging in herbody.
Then his mouth closed around her nipple, wrapping it in moist warmth as he sucked and lapped in time to the stroking of her hand on his cock. They fell into the rhythm easily, the dance of their bodies keeping perfecttime.
He grew harder and bigger in her hand even as her breasts grew taut with desire. She was walking the thin red line between pleasure and pain, her nipples clamoring for more even as they throbbed withtenderness.
“Please,” she gasped. “I want you insideme.”
