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Authors: Katie MacAlister
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“You’ll need it in a few minutes.
The wind is cold on the water at night.”
The wind is cold on the water at night.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to leave until Cyndi got settled in a room.”
He tried to herd her toward the elevator.
She dug in her heels.
He tried to herd her toward the elevator.
She dug in her heels.
He made an annoyed click of his tongue.
“You are exhausted and you need to rest.”
“You are exhausted and you need to rest.”
“Yeah, well, you may be Mr.
Fabulous, but you’re so not the boss of me.”
Fabulous, but you’re so not the boss of me.”
“Mr.
Papaioannou, not Fabulous,” he corrected her.
Papaioannou, not Fabulous,” he corrected her.
“I am never going to be able to pronounce that!”
“You will.
It’s not that difficult.
Say it slowly.
Papai-oan—”
It’s not that difficult.
Say it slowly.
Papai-oan—”
“Argh!”
she yelled, as her emotions of the past two hours—combined with a pretty severe case of sleep deprivation—more or less robbed her of what few inhibitions she had.
She knew that, and yet there was nothing, absolutely nothing, on this good earth that was going to stop her from doing what she had wanted to do the second she saw the annoying, aggravating, incredibly sexy man in front of her.
she yelled, as her emotions of the past two hours—combined with a pretty severe case of sleep deprivation—more or less robbed her of what few inhibitions she had.
She knew that, and yet there was nothing, absolutely nothing, on this good earth that was going to stop her from doing what she had wanted to do the second she saw the annoying, aggravating, incredibly sexy man in front of her.
She grabbed his head with both hands, pulled his face down to hers, and sucked his lower lip into her mouth.
He stood frozen for a second, then pulled back, his eyes glittering like polished onyx.
“I do
not
like aggressive women!”
“I do
not
like aggressive women!”
She stared at him, stunned by her own brashness but absolutely flabbergasted by the brief taste of his mouth.
Before she could even begin to stammer some sort of an apology, he was on her, the cool, hard planes of the wall behind her holding her up while hot, hard man covered her front.
His mouth was like fire, a sweet, sensual fire that threatened to burn her up, leaving nothing but a Harry-shaped smear of ash on the wall.
He didn’t ask permission for his tongue to visit hers—it was just suddenly there, sweeping around as if it owned the place while he groaned into her mouth.
Before she could even begin to stammer some sort of an apology, he was on her, the cool, hard planes of the wall behind her holding her up while hot, hard man covered her front.
His mouth was like fire, a sweet, sensual fire that threatened to burn her up, leaving nothing but a Harry-shaped smear of ash on the wall.
He didn’t ask permission for his tongue to visit hers—it was just suddenly there, sweeping around as if it owned the place while he groaned into her mouth.
She put both hands on his chest, gathered every ounce of strength, and shoved him backward.
His expression was as black as his eyes, but that didn’t stop her.
“And
I
don’t like men who don’t bother to ask permission before they stick their tongues down my throat!”
“And
I
don’t like men who don’t bother to ask permission before they stick their tongues down my throat!”
Those beautiful, glittering eyes narrowed.
“How many men have stuck their tongues down your throat?”
“How many men have stuck their tongues down your throat?”
“None!
But that’s beside the point!”
But that’s beside the point!”
She panted, literally
panted
, from the fire of his kiss, and the heat of his body, which seemed to sink into her very pores, leaving her burning with the desire for more.
More of his mouth, more of his body, just
more
.
panted
, from the fire of his kiss, and the heat of his body, which seemed to sink into her very pores, leaving her burning with the desire for more.
More of his mouth, more of his body, just
more
.
He gritted his teeth.
“I have never been forced to ask permission to kiss a woman.
It does not happen!
And I will not—”
“I have never been forced to ask permission to kiss a woman.
It does not happen!
And I will not—”
Harry threw herself on him.
She just leaped on him, wrapping both arms around his head and her legs around his waist.
He caught her, pulling her higher so that her mouth was directly in front of his, his fingers digging into her behind.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
She just leaped on him, wrapping both arms around his head and her legs around his waist.
He caught her, pulling her higher so that her mouth was directly in front of his, his fingers digging into her behind.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
His eyes opened wide with indignation.
“Did you just tell me to shut up?”
“Did you just tell me to shut up?”
“Yes.
Yes, I did.
Do you want to make something of it?”
Yes, I did.
Do you want to make something of it?”
The promise of retribution shone brightly in his eyes, but before he could answer, Cyndi’s doctor emerged from the elevator.
He stopped, looking at them, blinking a couple of times as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He stopped, looking at them, blinking a couple of times as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Hi, Dr.
Panagakos,” Harry said, trying to think of a viable excuse for her clinging to one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her butt.
Panagakos,” Harry said, trying to think of a viable excuse for her clinging to one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her butt.
Iakovos shot her a glare.
“Oh, you have no difficulty pronouncing ‘Panagakos’?”
“Oh, you have no difficulty pronouncing ‘Panagakos’?”
“
He
put consonants in his name,” she said with a pointed look.
He
put consonants in his name,” she said with a pointed look.
He growled deep in his chest, his eyes almost scorching her flesh.
The doctor edged around them, murmuring something about seeing to a patient.
“Well?”
she asked Iakovos.
she asked Iakovos.
The muscle in his jaw twitched.
“Well, what?”
“Well, what?”
“Are you going to kiss me or not?
I mean, we are in this really compromising position, and despite the fact that you don’t appear to have back problems, I imagine holding me up like this for any length of time is bound to wear you out.”
I mean, we are in this really compromising position, and despite the fact that you don’t appear to have back problems, I imagine holding me up like this for any length of time is bound to wear you out.”
“Do you always talk this much?”
he asked, his gaze now on her lips.
he asked, his gaze now on her lips.
“Always.”
“Good.”
He kissed her, pushing her against the wall once more, his tongue moving with slow, sensual strokes over hers.
He kissed her, pushing her against the wall once more, his tongue moving with slow, sensual strokes over hers.
He felt as if he was caught in the middle of her storm, life turned upside down, everything that he knew and felt and believed completely overturned by this irritating, unreasonable, desirable woman.
She tasted of the sea, of lost hopes and dreams, of woman.
She was sweet and salty and so hot that he felt the prickle of sweat as it formed on his brow.
He wanted her with a need that he hadn’t felt since .
.
.
well, since ever.
No woman had ever threatened to overset his mind the way she had.
There was no rhyme or reason to his immediate and consuming passion for her—it was like the tempest she represented, sweeping over him with a madness that he never wanted to end.
She tasted of the sea, of lost hopes and dreams, of woman.
She was sweet and salty and so hot that he felt the prickle of sweat as it formed on his brow.
He wanted her with a need that he hadn’t felt since .
.
.
well, since ever.
No woman had ever threatened to overset his mind the way she had.
There was no rhyme or reason to his immediate and consuming passion for her—it was like the tempest she represented, sweeping over him with a madness that he never wanted to end.
“Jake, I’m going home.
I’ll send Spyros back with the launch—”
I’ll send Spyros back with the launch—”
Reluctantly, Iakovos released Harry’s tongue, pulling back from her, allowing her legs to slide to the floor, but keeping a hold on her hips as she staggered into him.
Her eyes were glazed, her expression one of stupefaction, her lips as red as ripe cherries, and he felt immense male pride in the fact that a kiss could so affect her.
At least he wasn’t alone in his sense of being overwhelmed.
Her eyes were glazed, her expression one of stupefaction, her lips as red as ripe cherries, and he felt immense male pride in the fact that a kiss could so affect her.
At least he wasn’t alone in his sense of being overwhelmed.
He turned his head to look at his brother.
Theo’s expression of shock melted to a slow grin.
“Or maybe you’ll be wanting to come back sooner rather than later?”
Theo’s expression of shock melted to a slow grin.
“Or maybe you’ll be wanting to come back sooner rather than later?”
“We’ll be returning to the island now, yes,” he said, eyeing Harry with some concern.
She blinked several times, still clutching his arms as if she was stunned.
“I’m good, but not that good, sweetheart,” he told her softly.
She blinked several times, still clutching his arms as if she was stunned.
“I’m good, but not that good, sweetheart,” he told her softly.
She blinked those impossibly thick black lashes at him a few more times, then suddenly straightened up, releasing the death hold she had on his arms.
“I don’t know—that was pretty spectacular.
But I can’t go with you.”
“I don’t know—that was pretty spectacular.
But I can’t go with you.”
Her gaze skittered over to Theo.
She straightened even more, squaring her shoulders.
“What are you smirking at?
Haven’t you ever seen someone kiss your brother?”
She straightened even more, squaring her shoulders.
“What are you smirking at?
Haven’t you ever seen someone kiss your brother?”
“Lots of women,” he answered, his grin widening.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he told Iakovos in Greek.
“She’s not a she-devil.
She’s a witch.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” he told Iakovos in Greek.
“She’s not a she-devil.
She’s a witch.”
He rolled his eyes and put his hand on Harry’s back, gently shoving her toward the elevator.
“It is late.
We will return now.”
“It is late.
We will return now.”
“Look, Yacky, I just told you—”
“Yacky?”
Iakovos gritted his teeth at the snicker that followed the word.
“I just told you that I wasn’t going to leave until Cyndi is settled in a room.”
“She’s in a room.
Her female companion is with her.
I sent the other two over on the first launch.”
Her female companion is with her.
I sent the other two over on the first launch.”
Harry stopped arguing and looked at him with those big eyes that were now a dark, mysterious gray-brown.
“She is?
But the dude in Admitting said it would be a few hours.”
“She is?
But the dude in Admitting said it would be a few hours.”
“Wealth and fame have their use sometimes,” he told her, pushing her onto the elevator.
“Wealth, yeah, but fame?
Eh.
Not really.
Let me just check and make sure she’s OK.”
Eh.
Not really.
Let me just check and make sure she’s OK.”
Iakovos waited until she had satisfied herself that her charge was being well taken care of before asking, “What do you know of fame?”
He was very much aware of her standing next to him in the confined space of the elevator as they left the hospital.
“You said you were not the band’s regular manager.”
He was very much aware of her standing next to him in the confined space of the elevator as they left the hospital.
“You said you were not the band’s regular manager.”
“I’m not.”
She slid him an odd glance, a little smile curling the edges of her lips.
He wanted to strip her right there and take her on the floor of the elevator.
“Do you guys get new U.S.
movies out here?”
She slid him an odd glance, a little smile curling the edges of her lips.
He wanted to strip her right there and take her on the floor of the elevator.
“Do you guys get new U.S.
movies out here?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see the one that came out a couple of months ago?”
She named the title of a popular movie that he had particularly enjoyed.
She named the title of a popular movie that he had particularly enjoyed.
“I took Elena to it, as a matter of fact.”
“Ah.
Well, that was based on one of my books.”
Well, that was based on one of my books.”
Both Theo and he stared at her in surprise.
She smiled.
“I told you I was a writer.
I write thrillers under the name of M.
J.
Reynolds.
That was the first one made into a movie, although they totally changed the story from the book.
Still, it was fun to see it.”
She smiled.
“I told you I was a writer.
I write thrillers under the name of M.
J.
Reynolds.
That was the first one made into a movie, although they totally changed the story from the book.
Still, it was fun to see it.”
Iakovos made a mental note to remove the latest M.
J.
Reynolds book that sat on his nightstand before he got Harry into his bed.
That she would find herself there was not a point open to debate—he wanted her with a need that rocked him, and she obviously was in a similar state.
Before the night was over, he would tame the tempest, or die trying.
J.
Reynolds book that sat on his nightstand before he got Harry into his bed.
That she would find herself there was not a point open to debate—he wanted her with a need that rocked him, and she obviously was in a similar state.
Before the night was over, he would tame the tempest, or die trying.
Chapter 3
H
arry made no objection when, upon reaching Iakovos’ island, he guided her into the house rather than escorting her to the staff quarters.
Theo said nothing, as well, just disappeared into the back of the house, where strains of music could be heard.
Elena’s friends, Iakovos knew from experience, would be happy dancing until the sun rose.
Without a word, he took Harry’s hand, leading her up a flight of stairs and turning to the north, to the family wing.
He was painfully aware of her scent, her nearness, the heat of her, and was far too busy planning all of the things he was going to do to her when he finally got her naked and into his bed to expend any energy on actual speech.
arry made no objection when, upon reaching Iakovos’ island, he guided her into the house rather than escorting her to the staff quarters.
Theo said nothing, as well, just disappeared into the back of the house, where strains of music could be heard.
Elena’s friends, Iakovos knew from experience, would be happy dancing until the sun rose.
Without a word, he took Harry’s hand, leading her up a flight of stairs and turning to the north, to the family wing.
He was painfully aware of her scent, her nearness, the heat of her, and was far too busy planning all of the things he was going to do to her when he finally got her naked and into his bed to expend any energy on actual speech.
Luckily, she didn’t seem to need conversation.
She just gave him a long look when he opened the door to his personal rooms and gestured for her to go in.
She studied the room, then him, her attention seeming to be divided between his lower neck and his mouth.
After a moment’s consideration, she gave a little nod as if she’d come to a decision, and entered his sitting room.
He led her through it, through the dressing room, past his lavish bathroom, to his bedroom.
The doors were cast open, so he could watch the waves crash onto the rocks below, on the north side of the island, the wildness of the water always stirring an answer from something deep inside him.
She just gave him a long look when he opened the door to his personal rooms and gestured for her to go in.
She studied the room, then him, her attention seeming to be divided between his lower neck and his mouth.
After a moment’s consideration, she gave a little nod as if she’d come to a decision, and entered his sitting room.
He led her through it, through the dressing room, past his lavish bathroom, to his bedroom.
The doors were cast open, so he could watch the waves crash onto the rocks below, on the north side of the island, the wildness of the water always stirring an answer from something deep inside him.
“Are you using some form of birth control?”
he asked politely, fighting with the need to simply shred the clothes off her and pounce.
he asked politely, fighting with the need to simply shred the clothes off her and pounce.
“Pills, yes.”
He reached for her, then paused, a horrible thought occurring to him.
“There is a man in your life?”
“There is a man in your life?”
She shook her head, staring at his upper lip.
With one finger she touched the indentation between the lip and his nose.
“So sexy,” she murmured.
With one finger she touched the indentation between the lip and his nose.
“So sexy,” she murmured.
“Then why are you taking birth control pills?”
he demanded, his skin prickling at the thought of any other man attempting to capture his tempest.
he demanded, his skin prickling at the thought of any other man attempting to capture his tempest.
“Convenience, mostly.
I only get a couple of periods a year that way.”
I only get a couple of periods a year that way.”
“There is no man you are seeing?
No man who you desire?”
No man who you desire?”
“Oh, yes, there’s a man I desire,” she said.
“Can we get on with it?
Because I feel like I’m going to explode or something if you don’t touch me soon.”
“Can we get on with it?
Because I feel like I’m going to explode or something if you don’t touch me soon.”
“Who is this man?”
The words came out in a snarl.
“What is his name?”
The words came out in a snarl.
“What is his name?”
A little smile turned her mouth up.
“Yannykos Papa-momo .
.
.
er .
.
.
nope.
Sorry.
Still not able to say it.”
“Yannykos Papa-momo .
.
.
er .
.
.
nope.
Sorry.
Still not able to say it.”
Him.
She wanted him.
She desired him.
Of course she did; she’d literally thrown herself on him at the hospital.
“Remove your clothing,” was all he said.
She wanted him.
She desired him.
Of course she did; she’d literally thrown herself on him at the hospital.
“Remove your clothing,” was all he said.
Her eyebrows lifted before she smiled a long, slow smile that he seemed to feel in his gut.
“You like a striptease, do you?
OK.
I don’t know how good I am at it, but I can try.”
“You like a striptease, do you?
OK.
I don’t know how good I am at it, but I can try.”
He removed his shirt and shoes, but left his trousers on as she slowly unbuttoned the line of buttons down her tunic.
He was aroused, his erection heavy and hot, taking on a level of hardness he didn’t recall ever achieving before.
Even though she had flung herself on him, he didn’t want to startle her with the sight of just how much she had affected him.
He was aroused, his erection heavy and hot, taking on a level of hardness he didn’t recall ever achieving before.
Even though she had flung herself on him, he didn’t want to startle her with the sight of just how much she had affected him.
She paused, her attention fixed on his groin.
“Holy Mary, mother of god.
You, sir, are packing wood.
That looks like it hurts.
You’d better let that loose before you do some sort of permanent damage to yourself.”
“Holy Mary, mother of god.
You, sir, are packing wood.
That looks like it hurts.
You’d better let that loose before you do some sort of permanent damage to yourself.”
So much for not startling her.
He debated demanding that she unzip his trousers, but decided there was no way he’d be able to survive her hands anywhere near his groin, so he shucked his pants and underwear with quick efficiency.
He debated demanding that she unzip his trousers, but decided there was no way he’d be able to survive her hands anywhere near his groin, so he shucked his pants and underwear with quick efficiency.
Her eyebrows rose at the sight of him, but she said nothing, her gaze moving from his genitals to his neck to his mouth.
“Do you need help with those buttons?”
he asked after another few minutes had passed and she was still working down the long line of them.
he asked after another few minutes had passed and she was still working down the long line of them.
“Yeah, why don’t you start at the bottom and work up, and we’ll meet in the middle.”
He smiled a smile filled with manly intentions, and reached for her.
“As you like.”
“As you like.”
“You know, ripping the buttons off wasn’t quite what I had in mind when—oh, hello!”
He tore off the tunic, his hands instantly on her breasts.
Unable to keep from diving into the plump little offerings presented just for him, he buried his face in them, breathing deeply of her scent, his fingers stroking the sensitive peaks until she clutched his bare shoulders, her eyes wide.
Unable to keep from diving into the plump little offerings presented just for him, he buried his face in them, breathing deeply of her scent, his fingers stroking the sensitive peaks until she clutched his bare shoulders, her eyes wide.
He lifted his head, his hands busy on her linen trousers.
“This is going to be close, sweetheart.”
“This is going to be close, sweetheart.”
“You’re telling me,” she said, shivering as she stroked a hand down his chest.
“I’m sorry, can you stop what you’re doing?”
“I’m sorry, can you stop what you’re doing?”
He pushed her pants to her feet, frowning as he looked down at her.
“What?”
“What?”
“Thanks.”
She leaned forward and licked at the base of his throat, moaning as she rubbed herself against him.
His eyes crossed as his erection pressed into the soft silk of her belly.
His eyes crossed as his erection pressed into the soft silk of her belly.
“Finished?”
he asked in a strangled voice when she gave his collarbone a little kiss.
he asked in a strangled voice when she gave his collarbone a little kiss.
“For now.
There’s still that spot above your lip, but I’ll save that for dessert.
You can have a turn if you like.”
There’s still that spot above your lip, but I’ll save that for dessert.
You can have a turn if you like.”
“Thank you,” he said gravely, and without further ado, he yanked off her underwear, releasing her breasts from the warm satin confines of her bra.
“I like a man who gets right down to business,” she said, squirming as he pulled her against his body, dipping his head to claim that delectable mouth once again.
The way she moved against him set off all sorts of warning bells in his mind.
If she wiggled just once more to the left, it would all be over for him.
If she wiggled just once more to the left, it would all be over for him.
“You taste of the sea, my little tempest,” he murmured into her neck as he lifted her, carrying her to his bed and then following her down onto it.
“Salty, you mean?
It’s the heat, probably.
I’m not used to it.”
It’s the heat, probably.
I’m not used to it.”
“Wild,” he corrected.
“You taste untamed.
Endlessly changing.”
“You taste untamed.
Endlessly changing.”
“Oooh, pretty,” she said on a long breath, her body lying with languid grace.
He nibbled on her breasts, drinking in her soft little sounds of pleasure as he licked first one nipple, then the other before moving lower.
He kissed her belly, the scent of her driving that strange, primitive need within him to possess her.
He had to have her now, or burst.
He moved her thighs open for him, settling himself at the entrance to her paradise, his arms braced next to her, dipping his head to take her mouth as he prepared to slide into her warmth.
He had to have her now, or burst.
He moved her thighs open for him, settling himself at the entrance to her paradise, his arms braced next to her, dipping his head to take her mouth as he prepared to slide into her warmth.
She gave a long, slow sigh, her eyes drifting shut with pleasure as he kissed a path to her breasts, gritting his teeth against the need to bury himself within her.
He would do this slowly, giving her the time needed to rouse her passion.
He kissed his way around to her ear, nibbling on the line of her neck, his penis so hot and heavy that he honestly thought it might kill him.
“It is good, is it not, sweetheart?”
He would do this slowly, giving her the time needed to rouse her passion.
He kissed his way around to her ear, nibbling on the line of her neck, his penis so hot and heavy that he honestly thought it might kill him.
“It is good, is it not, sweetheart?”
She made no answer.
He bit her earlobe gently, then realized something was wrong.
He rose up enough to look down at her.
She was flushed with passion, her eyes closed, her mouth rosy and well kissed .
.
.
and slightly open.
The tiniest of snores emerged from between those delicious lips.
He bit her earlobe gently, then realized something was wrong.
He rose up enough to look down at her.
She was flushed with passion, her eyes closed, her mouth rosy and well kissed .
.
.
and slightly open.
The tiniest of snores emerged from between those delicious lips.
She’d fallen asleep?
While they were making love?
It was true they weren’t actually engaged in intercourse, but this certainly counted as foreplay.
Iakovos stared down at her in complete disbelief.
He’d never,
ever
had a woman fall asleep while he was foreplaying.
Perhaps not all of them were as wild with arousal as they said they were, but he had always done his best to be a thoughtful lover, taking pleasure in making sure his companion received her full share of attention before he succumbed to his own climax.
While they were making love?
It was true they weren’t actually engaged in intercourse, but this certainly counted as foreplay.
Iakovos stared down at her in complete disbelief.
He’d never,
ever
had a woman fall asleep while he was foreplaying.
Perhaps not all of them were as wild with arousal as they said they were, but he had always done his best to be a thoughtful lover, taking pleasure in making sure his companion received her full share of attention before he succumbed to his own climax.
And now this tempest, this storm of a woman who consumed his mind and body so effortlessly, had the audacity to fall asleep while he was attempting to bring her pleasure.
He gently nipped her shoulder to see if she had just drifted off.
Perhaps he had been too considerate by taking it slow?
Perhaps there was too much foreplay?
Her nose wrinkled.
He nipped again.
Perhaps he had been too considerate by taking it slow?
Perhaps there was too much foreplay?
Her nose wrinkled.
He nipped again.
She snored.
What was the etiquette of a lover who fell asleep in such a situation, he wondered, loath to leave her lying there so warm and enticing, but not wishing to continue if she wasn’t going to participate.
“Eglantine,” he said in a tone of voice that was perhaps tinged with just a shade of desperation.
She scowled in her sleep.
“Harry.”
“Mrrf?”
Her eyes opened.
“Hmm?”
Her eyes opened.
“Hmm?”
“You fell asleep.”
“I did?”
She blinked a few times, then glanced down to where his chest was resting on her belly.
“Oh!
I’m sorry!
It’s no reflection on you, Iakovos, honest.
I guess the jet lag caught up to me.
Do you want to proceed?”
She blinked a few times, then glanced down to where his chest was resting on her belly.
“Oh!
I’m sorry!
It’s no reflection on you, Iakovos, honest.
I guess the jet lag caught up to me.
Do you want to proceed?”
“Only if you can spare me the time,” he said, waspishly, he knew, but he felt that he was due a little waspishness given the situation.
“I’m all yours,” she said, stroking her hands down his back to his ass cheeks as he moved up to possess himself of her mouth again.
He groaned into her mouth at her heat, watching the passion make her eyes go soft.
Her lips were sweet, like fresh berries tipped in seawater, and her neck and shoulders beckoned to his mouth.
He bit gently on her ear, licking the path to her jaw, murmuring words of pleasure as he did so.
Her lips were sweet, like fresh berries tipped in seawater, and her neck and shoulders beckoned to his mouth.
He bit gently on her ear, licking the path to her jaw, murmuring words of pleasure as he did so.
She was asleep again.
Iakovos looked down at her face, the storm serene now as she lay sleeping, a little smile curling her mouth, the thick lashes resting against the honey-sweet skin of her cheeks.
He rolled onto his back with a sigh, and cast a regretful look at his erection.
“We’re on our own tonight, it would appear.”
“We’re on our own tonight, it would appear.”
Harry murmured something unintelligible, rolling over to drape herself halfway across his chest, her leg wrapping itself around one of his.
She gave a contented sigh, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and snuggled into him, snoring gently into his neck.
She gave a contented sigh, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and snuggled into him, snoring gently into his neck.
Oh, he’d tamed his tempest all right.
He’d tamed her right into insensibility.
He’d tamed her right into insensibility.
The sunlight woke Harry, simply because she wasn’t used to seeing it in her western-facing bedroom.
She opened her eyes, looking with sleepy confusion at the sight that greeted her.
Wide doors were opened to catch the breeze off the sea, through which she could see the blue-jade water of the Aegean as it surged against the rocks.
A long, low bureau sat next to the doors.
Muted pictures hung in tasteful clusters on the wall.
She was in a room, a masculine room, a room that could probably hold her entire apartment and still have extra space.
.
.
.
Suddenly she remembered where she was.
She opened her eyes, looking with sleepy confusion at the sight that greeted her.
Wide doors were opened to catch the breeze off the sea, through which she could see the blue-jade water of the Aegean as it surged against the rocks.
A long, low bureau sat next to the doors.
Muted pictures hung in tasteful clusters on the wall.
She was in a room, a masculine room, a room that could probably hold her entire apartment and still have extra space.
.
.
.
Suddenly she remembered where she was.
She rolled over to find Iakovos lying on his side, his head propped up on one hand, watching her with unreadable black eyes.
In the light of the morning sun, however, she could see that they weren’t really black; they were a dark brown, streaked with black and shiny gold flecks.
In the light of the morning sun, however, she could see that they weren’t really black; they were a dark brown, streaked with black and shiny gold flecks.
“Awkward,” she said after a moment of silence.
“You think so?”
he asked, his voice sliding along her skin like silk.
he asked, his voice sliding along her skin like silk.
“You don’t?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Yes, well, you’ve probably woken up to legions of women, but I’m not a famous world’s most eligible Greek playboy.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
You’ll have to let me know what’s normally done in this situation.
Should I act all casual, like I wake up to a new lover every day?
Should I blush and avert my eyes shyly from your naked form?
Should I pounce on you?
What’s standard in this situation?”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
You’ll have to let me know what’s normally done in this situation.
Should I act all casual, like I wake up to a new lover every day?
Should I blush and avert my eyes shyly from your naked form?
Should I pounce on you?
What’s standard in this situation?”
A little frown creased the area between his brows.
“You weren’t a virgin.
You must have woken up to a lover before.”
“You weren’t a virgin.
You must have woken up to a lover before.”
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