All she could do was stare as he stalked towards her.
All she could think was to surrender.
CHAPTER TWO
‘SLIP THIS AROUND your shoulders and we can leave immediately.’ He held the jacket out to her. ‘No one will...’ He trailed off as she stared at him uncomprehendingly.
He’d only been stripping in order to clothe her? To protect her from prying eyes rather than continue with...with...
Suddenly she was mortified. She’d thought that he’d been going to—
‘No.’ She finally got her voice box to work. ‘No. That’s impossible.’
Nervously she licked her lips. What was impossible was her own reaction. Her own willingness. Horrified, she stepped away from the temptation personified in front of her, backing up until she was almost against the wall on the far side of the room.
He stood still, his jacket gently swinging from his outstretched hand, and watched her move away from him. A slight frown furrowed his forehead. Then he shifted, easing his stance. He casually tossed the jacket onto the antique sofa that now stood between them.
His lips twisted with a smile as rueful as it was seductive. ‘I’m not going to do anything.’
‘I know,’ she said quickly, trying and failing to offer a smile in return.
She wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid of herself. Her cheeks flamed and she knew a fierce blush had every inch of her skin aglow. Shamed, she clutched the material closer to her chest.
This had been such a mistake. More dangerous than she ever could have imagined. Her breathing quickened again. She was so mortified but so sensitive. She glanced at him again only to have him snare her gaze in his. He was watching her too intently. She realised that his breathing was quickened, like hers, and a faint sheen highlighted his sun-kissed skin.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked softly. ‘I’m sorry.’
But he didn’t look sorry. If anything that smile deepened.
But she also saw the intensity of the heat banked in his expression and something unfurled within her. Something that didn’t help her resistance.
‘It wasn’t your fault,’ she muttered. ‘It’s a cheap dress and it doesn’t really fit that well.’
‘Let me help you fix it,’ he offered huskily. ‘So you can get out of here.’
‘I can make do.’ She glanced at the locked door behind him. ‘I’d better go.’
She knew there was another exit from the room, but it was locked by the security system. She couldn’t use it without showing him she was intimate with the palace layout. He could never know that. Maybe she could drape the blue and purple hair of her wig over her shoulder to hide that tear.
‘Trust me,’ he invited gruffly. ‘I’ll fix your dress. Won’t do anything else.’
That was the problem. She wanted him to do something. Do everything or anything he wanted. And that was just crazy because she couldn’t set a lifetime of responsibility ablaze now. What made it worse was that he knew—why she’d moved to put not just space, but furniture between them.
‘You can’t get past them all with that strap the way it is now,’ he muttered.
He was right. She couldn’t get away from him either. Not yet.
So she stepped nearer, turning to present her shoulder with the torn strap. ‘Thank you.’
Holding her breath, heart pounding, she fought to remain still as he came within touching distance. The tips of his deft fingers brushed against her burning skin as he tried to tie the loose strap to the torn bodice. She felt it tighten, but then heard his sharp mutter of frustration as the strap loosened again.
She inhaled a jagged breath. ‘Don’t worry—’
‘I’ll get it this time,’ he interrupted. ‘Almost there.’
She waited, paralysed, as he bent to the task again, trying desperately to quell her responsive shiver to the heat of his breath on her skin but he noticed it anyway. His hands stilled for that minuscule moment before working again.
‘There,’ he promised in a lethal whisper. ‘All fixed.’
But he was still there—too close, too tall, too everything. She stood with her eyes tight shut, totally aware of him.
‘You’re good to go.’
Good. She didn’t feel like being good. And she didn’t want to go.
She opened her eyes and saw what she’d already felt with every other sense. He was close enough to kiss.
She shook her head very slightly, not wanting to break this spell. ‘It was a dumb idea. I shouldn’t have come.’
She hadn’t meant to tell him anything more but the secret simply fell from her lips.
‘But you’ve gone to such trouble.’ He traced one of the swirls of glitter she’d painted on her shoulder. His finger roved north, painting another that rose up her neck, near her frantically beating pulse, and rested there.
‘You shouldn’t miss out.’ He didn’t break eye contact as he neared, but he didn’t close the half-inch between their mouths.
She had to miss out. That was her destiny—the rules set before she was even born. Yet his gaze mesmerised, making her want all kinds of impossible things. Beneath those thick lashes the intensity of his truly blue eyes burned through to her core.
‘You’d better get back out there, Blue.’ He suddenly broke the taut silence and dropped his hand. His voice roughened, almost as if he were angry.
‘Why?’ Why should she? When what she wanted was right here? Just one more kiss? Just once? Hot fury speared—the fierce emotion striking all sense from her. ‘Maybe I can...’ she muttered, gazing into his eyes.
‘Can what?’ he challenged, arching an eyebrow. ‘What can you do...?’
She tilted her chin and reached up on tiptoe to brush her lips over his. Sensation shivered through her. This was right. This was it.
He stiffened, then took complete control. He gripped her waist and hauled her close, slamming her body into his. She felt the give of her stupid dress again. She didn’t mind the half-laugh that heated her.
‘You can do that,’ he muttered, a heated tease as he kissed her with those torturous light kisses until she moaned in frustration. ‘You can do that all you like.’
She did like. She liked it a lot.
Kisses. Nothing wrong with kisses. Her bodice fluttered down again, exposing her to him. Thank goodness. His hands took advantage, then his mouth. The drive for more overwhelmed her. Never had she felt so alive. Or so good.
She gasped when he lifted her, but she didn’t resist, didn’t complain. He strode a couple of paces to sit on the sofa, crushing her close then settling her astride his lap.
She shivered in delight as he kissed her again. She could die in these kisses. She met every one, mimicking, learning, becoming braver. Becoming unbearably aroused. Breathless, she lost all sense of time—could only succumb to the sensation as his hand swept down her body, down her legs. Slowly he drew up the hem of her dress. His fingertips stroked up her hot skin until he neared that most private part of her. She shivered and he lifted his head, looking deep into her eyes. She knew he was seeking permission. She wriggled ever so slightly to let him have greater access because this felt too good to stop. Still watching her, he slid his hand higher.
‘Kiss me again,’ she whispered.
Something flared in his eyes. And kiss her he did, but not on her mouth. He bent lower, drawing her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth while at the same time his fingertips erotically teased over the crotch of her panties.
Eleni gasped and writhed—seeking both respite from the torment, and more of it. No one had touched her so intimately. And, heaven have mercy, she liked it.
She caught a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. She didn’t recognise the woman with that man bending to her bared breasts. This was one stranger doing deliciously naughty things with another stranger—kissing and rubbing and touching and sliding. Beneath her, his hard length pressed against his suit pants. It fascinated her. The devilish ache to explore
him more overtook her. She rocked against his hand, shivering with forbidden delight. She was so close to something, but she was cautious. He pulled back for a second and studied her expression. She clenched her jaw. She didn’t want him to stop.
‘Take what you want,’ he urged softly. ‘Whatever you want.’