in her hair, glancing over her scalp before twisting and catching in the thick strands.
It wasn’t a simple kiss, no loving caress between two people acquainting
themselves. It was the kiss of two lovers who were starved for each other.
No hesitancy or permission seeking. It was like they’d been separated for a long
period and were coming back together, two people who knew each other intimately.
The warm brush of his tongue coaxed her mouth further open and then he was
inside, licking at the edge of her teeth and then laving over her tongue, inviting her to
respond equally.
She went willingly, tasting him and testing the contours of his lips.
His hand moved from the curve of her bottom up underneath her shirt and to the
small of her back where his large hand splayed out possessively as he crushed her to his
hard body.
Her breath caught, and she gasped when his hand made that first contact with her
bare skin. Her breasts swelled and throbbed against his chest.
She dare not say a word or make a sound, because if she did, the moment would
be lost. He would remember who he was kissing. Instead she focused her energy on
making it last as long as she could.
When his lips left hers and stuttered across her jaw and to her neck, she moaned,
unable to remain silent. She shivered and quaked, her senses awakening after a long
winter.
Never had she felt anything like his lips, whisper soft, across the delicate skin
beneath her ear.
Her knees buckled, and she clutched frantically at him. Suddenly his mouth left
her, and he cursed. She closed her eyes, knowing the moment was over.
He yanked her away, his hands tight around her arms. His eyes blazed, equal parts
anger, self-condemnation and…hunger. She stared helplessly back at him, unable to say
anything.
He cursed again in Greek and then shook his head before shoving her out of the
elevator. He ushered her to the door where he jammed the card into the lock.
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SILHOUETTE DESIRE 1944
THE ANETAKIS TYCOONS
He held the door open with one hand, and she slowly entered. When she turned
around to say something, he was already letting the door close. Before it clicked shut, she
heard his footsteps hurrying away.
Turning until her back rested against the door, she closed her eyes and hugged her
body as she relived those precious moments in Theron’s arms.
Their passion had been immediate. The chemistry between them was positively
combustible. The last unknown was unveiled. In every other aspect, Theron had proved
himself to be her perfect match. All she hadn’t known is if they were sexually
compatible, not that she’d harbored any doubts, and now in the space of a few heated
moments in the elevator, the last piece had fallen neatly into place.
Now all she had to do was make him see it.
Five
T heron pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and cursed long and
hard. His head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it, he was tired, and he hadn’t
slept more than an hour the entire night.
Madeline kept staring at him throughout the morning as though he’d lost his
mind, and maybe he had. He’d forgotten two meetings and had waved off three phone
calls, one of which was from his brother Piers.
All that occupied his thoughts was a dark-haired minx with sultry green eyes.
Theos mou, but he couldn’t forget her kiss, the feel of her mouth on his, her body molded
to his as though she were made for him.
He was her guardian. He was responsible for her well-being, and yet he’d damn
near hauled her into the bedroom of her suite and made love to her. His body still ached
to do just that.
He shook his head for what seemed like the hundredth time since he’d gotten to
his office this morning. No matter what he did, though, he couldn’t rid himself of her
image. Her scent. She was destined to drive him crazy.
Impatient and more than a little agitated, he slapped the intercom. Madeline’s
calm voice filtered through as she asked what he needed.
“Do you have that list drawn up for me yet?”
“Which list would that be?”
“The list of eligible men I asked for. The men I intend to introduce Bella to.”
“Ah, that one. Yes, I have it.”
“Bring it in then,” he demanded.
A few moments later, Madeline walked through his door holding a piece of paper.
He motioned for her to sit down in front of his desk. “Read them off to me,” he
said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” Madeline asked, her eyes narrowing
perceptively.
He grunted and closed his eyes as he waited for her to give up and do as he asked.