Pretending with the Greek Billionaire(53)

Now there he stood, looking down at her while she slept. Having her back in his bed sent a thrill through him that was only partially due to the possibilities it presented. The fact that she was curled around his pillow sent a happy little spark straight to his heart. That she slept in the tiny cami and shorts ensemble sent a stronger spark a little farther south. He couldn’t go on with her in his bed night after night while he slept on the sofa, never being able to touch her. Especially after what had happened the last time they were alone in this room. He’d go mad.

Luca went to the closet and stripped down, this time throwing on a pair of soft pajama bottoms. They’d already slept together. He wasn’t going to be banished again to his sofa. But he needed the extra barrier between them. He had every intention of finishing what they’d started, but he wasn’t going to wake her from a dead sleep to do it. She’d had a few rough nights with Elena. She needed her rest, though if he was going to be noble, he probably should head back to the sofa. His control was tenuous at best.

He slipped into bed, scooting much closer than she’d allow if she were awake. The movement made the mattress dip and Constance let go of his pillow and rolled toward him with a sleepy murmur. He froze. She didn’t. She snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her nose in his neck. It tickled like hell but he held his breath until the urge to laugh and squirm passed. He knew he should wake her, but he was too curious to see what would happen next, not to mention the fact he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Luca,” she murmured.

Her face tilted upward, searching, but her eyes were still closed. As far as he could tell she was still asleep. She threw a leg over his hip with a little moan and he was a goner. Her lips found his and she pressed closer, rubbing against him. Her tongue darted between his lips and he groaned, rolling her beneath him.

She met his passion with an enthusiasm he’d only caught glimpses of before. They rocked together, hands roving, mouths devouring. And then suddenly she pulled away with a gasp. If she hadn’t been awake before, she was now. She looked up at him with bewildered, passion-clouded eyes.

“Hey there,” he said.

…

Constance took a quick inventory of the situation. She’d been in the middle of the most amazing dream. Then again, judging by the look of things, it hadn’t been a dream. She was wrapped around Luca like he was a life preserver, lying half beneath him. Her cheeks stung from the pleasant after effects of an intense make out session with a sexily stubbled man. And the delicious ache building low in her belly left no doubt she’d been enjoying herself immensely.

The rock-hard length of him pressed against her belly, leaving ample evidence of how Luca felt about the whole thing. Now what were they going to do about it? She knew she should pull away. Apologize and retreat back to the other side of the bed, or send him back to his sofa. Or better yet, to a guest room. It was obvious they couldn’t be trusted in the same room any longer, let alone the same bed. She had serious doubts, however, about her ability to tear herself away from the mountain of delicious Greek godhood currently poised between her thighs. The thought made her want to scream in frustration. She didn’t want to run—she wanted to rip his pants from him and impale herself on the impressive piece of manhood that was currently straining toward her.

“Since when do you wear pants to bed?” she asked, latching onto the most coherent thought in her head.

He chuckled. “You wake up to find us tangled up in the sheets, halfway to the Promised Land, and that’s what you want to know?”

She smiled and ducked her head, the sudden streak of shyness a bit odd considering her current position. It was now or never. Time to make a decision. Keep running away or give in to what they both wanted. The thought of making herself vulnerable terrified her. But maybe it didn’t have to be that way. Luca was…well, he was Luca Vasilakis, heir to one of the biggest real estate moguls in the world. She was a nobody who took care of foster children and orphans. In a couple weeks, their arrangement would be over and they’d both go back to their lives. There was no second-guessing anything. No need to wonder where the relationship was going. She already knew where it was going, which meant she couldn’t get hurt. There would be no abandonment down the road because she knew going in exactly when their arrangement would end. If ever there was a time to give in to every woman’s fantasy, it was right then. Why shouldn’t she seize the moment and do what her body begged her to do?

She squirmed, deliberately rubbing her hips against him. Luca sucked in a ragged breath. “Stanzia, if you’re going to walk away, you better do it now.”