"Greetings, agapeemenee," Julian said, lifting her hand up to place a kiss on the backs of her knuckles.
A heated wave of electricity danced up her spine. And before she could move, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hot, soul-wrenching kiss.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes and savored the warmth of his mouth, his breath. The feel of his arms holding her close to a rock-hard chest. Her head reeled from it. Oh, but the man knew how to give a kiss! Julian had a way with his lips that defied explanation.
And his body… Never had she felt anything like those lean, hard muscles flexing around her.
It was only the barely audible "hussy" one of the women sneered that broke the spell.
"Julian, please," she whispered. "There are people watching us."
"Do you think I care?"
"I do!"
He pulled his head away from hers with a low growl and set her back on her feet. It was only then she realized she'd completely surrendered her weight to him, and he had supported it without effort.
Her cheeks scalding, Grace caught the envious stares of the women as they reluctantly dispersed.
His face showing the depth of his displeasure and reluctance, Julian let go of her and stepped back.
"Finally," Selena said with a sigh. "I can almost hear again." She shook her head. "If I'd known that would work, I'd have kissed him."
Grace gave her a sideways smirk. "Well, it's your own fault."
"How do you figure?" Selena asked.
Grace indicated Julian's clothes with a wave of her hand. "Look at how he's dressed. You don't bring a Greek god out into public wearing shorts and a tank top two sizes too small. Jeez, Selena, what were you thinking?"
"That it's one hundred and two degrees out, with one hundred and ten percent humidity. I didn't want him to die of heat stroke."
"Ladies, please," Julian said, placing himself between mem. "It's far too hot to stand out in the street fighting over something as trivial as my clothing." He swept a hungry look over Grace, then smiled a smile that could make any woman melt. "And I'm not a Greek god. I'm just a minor half-deity."
Grace missed what he was saying for the fact that the sound of his voice captivated her. How did he do that? How did he make his voice so erotically charged?
Was it from his deep, rich accent?
No, there was more to it than that, but for her life she couldn't figure out what.
In truth, all she wanted to do was find a bed somewhere and let him have his way with her." To feel his luscious skin beneath her hands.
She looked at Selena and caught the way Selena stared hungrily at Julian's bare legs and rump.
"You feel it, too, don't you?" Grace asked.
Blinking, Selena looked up. "Feel what?"
"Him. It's like he's the Pied Piper and we're all mice enchanted by his music." Grace turned about and noted the way women stared at him, some even craning their necks to get a better view of Julian.
"What is it about him that just pulls us against our wills?" Grace asked.
Julian arched one arrogant brow at her. "Against your will?"
"Well, honestly, yes. I don't like feeling like this."
"And how do you feel?" he asked.
"Sexual," Grace said before she could stop herself.
"Like a goddess?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
"Yes," she said as he took a single step toward her.
He didn't touch her, but then he didn't have to. His very presence overwhelmed her. Intoxicated her as he dipped that magnetic gaze to her lips, then to her neck. She swore she could already feel the sensation of his lips buried in the hollow of her throat.
And the man hadn't even moved.
"I can tell you what it is," he all but purred.
"It's the spell, isn't it?"
He shook his head as he reached one hand out to gently drag his forefinger down her cheek. Grace shuttered her eyes as a wave of fierce desire scorched her. It was all she could do not to turn her head and capture that finger between her teeth.
Julian leaned closer and nuzzled her cheek with his. "It's the fact that I can appreciate you on a level the men of your age cannot."
"It's the fact he has the tightest gluteus rumpus I've ever seen," Sunshine said, interrupting them. "Not to mention a voice and accent to die for. I really wish someone would tell me where I could get one of those."
Grace burst out laughing at Sunshine's unexpected comments.
Looking less than pleased, Julian turned to face Sunshine.
"Look at him." Sunshine gestured toward Julian with the pencil in her charcoal-covered hand. She also had a smear of charcoal across her right cheek. "When was the last time you met a man so well toned that you could actually see the blood pumping through his veins? Your boyfriend is… well, way buff. Monster buff." Then with a serious face, she added, "Lord, king buff."