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And while the words weren’t suggestive in any way, she couldn’t help the cascade of heat pelting over her body. Or the accelerated beat of her heart. She shook her head to dispel the sensations. ‘You’re alive and well. That’s all that matters right now.’
The doctor nodded approvingly, even as Zeph’s gaze mocked her. ‘Is it?’
She cursed herself for the heat that lit her face. For the disturbing emotions that lurked beneath her skin, ready to explode at the merest instigation.
What on earth was happening here?
She kept her gaze pinned on the doctor, breathing in relief when he answered. ‘I’ll get some blood tests done but, for now, there’s nothing more to do but monitor the situation.’
Immie rose to her feet and brushed clammy hands down her thighs. Without glancing Zeph’s way, she summoned a smile. ‘I’ll leave you to it, then. I have a few phone calls to make before we leave.’
She turned and walked away, then her breath caught when she stepped into the hallway and realised Zeph was behind her.
Startled, she glanced into his narrowed, still faintly mocking eyes.
‘A kiss before you go?’
She barely managed to catch herself before her jaw fell to the floor.
It was framed like a question, but the gleam in his eyes said it was something more. Perhaps even a foray into the heart of their relationship.
A part of her sagged in relief that she hadn’t fallen over, because, of course, that would’ve definitively given the game away. Even if this game seemed to have suddenly developed higher stakes.
Looking into his eyes as she scrambled for ways to refuse—and disarmingly failing—she wondered if somehow Zeph knew the rules more than he was letting on. That his instincts weren’t prodding him to toy with her. To what end?
To make her suffer more than she already had?
The slide of his thumb over her knuckles seemed both attention-claiming and an insistence.
Give me what I want...
His gaze compelled. And with each second she hesitated, she knew she was drawing more unwanted speculation from Zeph.
So...stomach churning and with the certainty that she was about to take the first shaky step on this risky path, Immie leaned towards him and brushed her lips over his.
Except abrushwas far from what happened next.
Before she could pull away, Zeph’s hand was gliding up her throat and around to cup her nape, his fingers holding her firmly in place as he deepened the kiss. Brushing became sealing, and then his tongue was sweeping over the seam of her lips, tasting her with bold strokes that immediately resonated between her legs. Her gasp was swallowed beneath the force of his exploration, the rough sound he made further causing those tiny explosions between her legs to intensify.
Imogen’s brain was still in free fall when he released her. When those eyes raked her face and returned to linger on her tingling lips. Lips she realised she was licking a second later and immediately stopped.
But his taste was in her mouth, in her bloodstream. Suffusing her senses.
And...oh, God...she wanted more.
That traitorous thought sent her stumbling back, her breathing nowhere near normal as she dropped her gaze from his, in case he witnessed her flustered yearning, and hurried away to the sound of his very masculine drawl.
‘Hurry back,glikia mou.’
Hewastoying with her, she assured herself as she went through their connecting apartments to the study she used when she worked from home.
Settling onto the seat behind her desk, she took another deep breath to calm her roiling emotions, then immediately reversed any gains by touching her lips.
God. That kiss.
No, she wasn’t going to think about it. Whatever Zeph might be going through now with his memory loss, he was still the same man underneath. Hell, she’d even spotted a few of the traits she remembered, especially in that intense stare he kept levelling at her.
It was only because they’d spent just a handful of occasions—albeit emotionally fraught, for her—of extended time in each other’s company that she was unnerved.
