A Deal with Demakis(85)
Her gaze flew to his. It was too many shocks for one day. “He agreed to this?”
“I didn’t give him a choice. I told him that the CEO position meant nothing to me without you.” He pushed her hands behind her with one hand and tilted her chin up. “Tell me this is what you want, too. Tell me you love me.”
Lexi smiled, but she still couldn’t stop crying, either. “I do love you, Nikos. You helped me discover that I’m just as cool as an imaginary action heroine with a penchant for killing. Or even better—” she choked on the tears again “—you made me want to live my life. And then you left me to do it all alone. It’s a good life, I have realized. It’s just that it’s a lot happier with you in it, and I don’t want to spend another minute of it denying myself that happiness.”
He touched his forehead to hers and whispered the words into her skin. “Then you never will. Your happiness, our happiness together, that’s all I want now, thee mou.” He sealed his promise with a kiss, and Lexi felt the stress and tension leave her body. Her heart thundered inside her chest, and she trembled in his arms, bursting with happiness. “Although I think I have to kill whoever Tony Stark is.”
“What?”
“It says I Love Tony Stark on your T-shirt, agape mou. You’re not allowed to love anyone but me.”
She laughed and stepped back from him, loving the jealous glint in his eyes. She loved him like this—playful and willing to show what he felt for her. It cost him a lot, and she loved him all the more for it. “Sorry, but that’s an occupational hazard of being a comic artist, Nikos. At any given time, I’m in love with at least two to three fictional heroes. Recently, it’s been Iron Man. And it’s not like you can compete with him, so it’s better—”
She squealed and turned as he reached her in two quick steps and pressed her to the wall behind her with his huge body. She saw his hunger in the tight lines of his gorgeous face, in the way he clenched his muscles hard holding the lust at bay. “By the time I’m through with you tonight, you won’t remember your own name much less another man’s, thee mou. My name, that’s all you are going to say, or scream.”
She trembled at the dark promise in his words, her body already thrumming with arousal and anticipation. She choked back a laugh as he picked her up and moved toward the couch.
She shook her head and pointed him in the other direction. “The bedroom is that way.”
Desire roared into life in his eyes.
“Three hundred and sixty hours and forty-three minutes.”
“What?”
“Since you made love to me.”
“I think you’re addicted to sex, Ms. Nelson.”
“Nope.” She tucked herself tighter around him and smiled up at him. “I’m addicted to you, Mr. Demakis.”