A Deal with Demakis(45)
“You want me, Nikos? You got me,” she said, knowing that there was no turning back now.
A blaze of fire leaped into life in his gaze. He took another step closer. Instinctively, she stepped back and the wall kissed her spine. Her breath came in ragged little whispers as he placed his palm on her midriff, right beneath her breast. It spanned most of her waist. Her pulse leaped at her throat, and immediately, she closed her eyes.
His fingers moved up, traced the shape of her breasts, and she arched into his touch. “Look at me, Lexi. You don’t have to hide from this.”
She did, and his gaze held hers. She took his mouth in a hard kiss that stoked the flames in his eyes a little more. “I won’t hide anymore, Nikos, or hold back. I want everything you can give me.”
His fingers kept moving over her body, over her breasts, her hips, until they came to rest on her butt. He cupped her and pulled her close. The heavy weight of his arousal pressing into her belly, it was the most sinful sensation ever.
Every muscle in her body turned into molten liquid, ready to be molded into whatever he wanted. She gripped his nape and wrapped her legs around his hips. His breath coated her skin, his fingers found the seam of her bra all the while he nibbled at her lips.
He was everywhere, in her breath, in her skin, in her every cell, and she wanted to do nothing but sink into him, to give herself over into his hands.
Suddenly, he wasn’t kissing her anymore, and Lexi whimpered. Her heart slowly returning to its normal beat, she blinked and realized why he had stopped.
Nikos’s head of security stood on the other side of the pool. His thumb running over her cheek, Nikos grinned. “We’re not done.”
Lexi nodded and tried not to sink back into the wall. Her breathing still choppy, she moved to stand behind Nikos, heat streaking her cheeks.
She watched Nikos talk to the other man with increasing agitation, until a curse flew from his mouth that reverberated in the silence. Her gut feeling heavy, Lexi reached him just as his head of security left. She clasped Nikos’s arm, despite the angry energy pouring off of him. “Nikos, what happened?”
“Venetia and Tyler have been gone all afternoon.” He clicked Call on his cell and waited. “And she’s not picking up.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean they’ve been—”
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, the color leaching from his skin. “The maids saw her pack a bag. Tyler’s clothes are missing, too. And apparently one of her friends picked them up in a boat. They have left.” She stilled as another curse fell from his mouth, ringing with his worry.
Without another word to her, he was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN Lexi Nelson, delusional coward extraordinaire, decided to finally live her life and throw herself at a six-foot-three-inch hunk of Greek alpha male who had a woman in every city?
Said Greek stud apparently lost all interest in sex because his sister ran away to God-knows-where with her lover, who happened to be Lexi’s best friend, in tow.
So instead of living her fantasy, Lexi was getting a peek into Athens’s nightlife with Nikos alternately cursing and glowering at her, apparently having easily dismissed any attraction he had felt for her in the first place.