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Positioning herself behind him, she waited until he leaned back, half on the seat and half against her. Charges shot up and down her body as his naked torso rested against her chest.
She had gone past the point of worrying whether this was a good idea or not. Right now, the only thing she needed to do was to help him, and then return to her room. As soon as possible.
But touching his shoulder when he was facing away from her was one thing. With their faces almost aligned, it was impossible to work on him without taking in the sheer perfection of Zeph’s features.
And when at her first touch, his eyes drifted shut, she did just that.
As he had done to her for every single moment today, she watched him with unashamed avidness as she drew circular motions on his temple and down to his jaw. In incremental degrees, the tightness in his face dissolved, his tension ebbing away and his breathing evening out.
When he muttered something under his breath in Greek, Imogen smiled.
‘I don’t know whether you’ve worked it out yet but I don’t speak Greek.’
A ghost of a smile whispered over his lips but his eyes remained shut. ‘Hmm, then I’ll have to teach you.’
After several moments ticked by, she opened her mouth to prompt him to translate what he had said before but then she saw that he’d fallen asleep.
Since his weight wasn’t fully on her, she wasn’t crushed. On the contrary, it felt...pleasant. Intimate. Despite it being only physical, it was a connection she hadn’t experienced...ever.
Her heart lurched with the craving that arose from that knowledge, the need to extend it, if only for a little while. Her hands continued to rub against his temples, soothing him even in sleep. And then she moved her fingers into his hair, pushing firmly against his scalp.
He groaned in his sleep, leaning harder into her touch.
Her heart lurched, emotion she couldn’t explain rising into her throat. Was she really doing this? Falling under whatever spell this was?
He was asleep now. She had done what she came to do. She should leave.
And yet she stayed, her fingers working away for long minutes, occasionally gliding through his silky hair.
When they began to cramp, she moved them to rest on his shoulders.
For another handful of minutes she contemplated how to extricate herself from him without waking him. His head was wedged firmly between her breasts and one arm thrown over her thighs.
Taking a breath, she slid a few inches. Then another few.
Then gave a short gasp as Zeph adjusted, turned sideways and threw both arms around her.
For several seconds Imogen stopped breathing. She glanced desperately at the door leading to the balcony. And then down at the man trapping her against him.
She was wide awake and she doubted sleep would come any time soon. So where was the harm in staying and letting him achieve a little bit of peace before moving?
Several warnings, mostly of the foolishness of her thought pattern, rushed into her brain. One by one she discarded them, her heart thumping wildly as she gave in and settled back against the sofa.
One hour, she promised herself. Another hour for the man she had relentlessly searched for for endless months. He deserved a good night’s sleep. Besides, if it helped him regain his memory that much quicker, wasn’t that a good thing?
Nodding solemnly to herself, she drew her fingers through his hair one last time and then dropped her own head against the fat cushions.
One hour.
Except when she opened her eyes, she was no longer on the sofa, and it wasn’t night-time any longer.
The sun was blazing past the half-opened shades in the room.
And she was in bed with her husband.
And not just in bed. She was wrapped tight in his arms, her face tucked into a warm, naked shoulder and one arm thrown over his waist.
Her lungs emptied, her whole body stiffening as she looked up. And up.
