Page 30 of Twins to Tame Him

“Tell me about your migraines.”

And why you hide your art, she wanted to say. But there was only so much risk or rejection she could expose herself to at a given time.

“Not much to tell. I have had them for as long as I can remember. Mama used to keep me close to her because I would roar and yell and scream when I was in throes of it. Konstantin thought they made me weak, called me a runt. Would make me run laps around the estate after I recovered as if to make up for them.”

“They continue to this day?”

“I have seen specialists all around the world. They don’t know what to make of it and I have learned to live with them.”

“But—”

He didn’t allow her to say more, capturing her mouth with his. His lips were soft and seeking, as if he was searching for something only she could give. Laila sank into the kiss, stunned at how much he seemed to need the gentle tasting as much as she did. It was a soft landing, a subtle invitation to surrender without asking, a sweet promise that he would never hurt her.

When he released her, she mewled like a cat, and buried her face in his throat. She didn’t feel shy so much as protective about all these new feelings the kiss evoked. Some magical wildness in Sebastian offered both safety and excitement and she thought she might spend her whole life happily swinging between those opposing points.

“I thought you would ask me something for yourself.” Desire made his words low, rough-sounding. “To get Alexandros off your delicious ass with all that stuff.”

She shrugged and raised her head. “He’s only doing what’s right for all of us, no?”

“It is a lot to get used to,” he said, nibbling at her lips. “But you don’t complain. You never complain. You’re a puzzle, Dr. Jaafri, one I intend to crack.”

“How many more wishes do I have left, Mr. Skalas?”

“One more, yineka mou,” he said, that roguish grin back in his eyes.

“You’re so sure of getting your way, aren’t you?”

“Always,” he said, his fingers playing at the nape of her neck.

“Is that why you won’t give us both what we want?”

A fake gasp escaped those near-perfect lips. “I’m saving myself for marriage, Dr. Jaafri. How dare you try to corrupt me with your swaying hips and sexy smiles?”

She laughed, even as she was aware that he wasn’t really answering her question. It was hard to concentrate on thoughts when his hands were stroking all over her, and his mouth was nibbling at her neck. “Then I would like to grant you a wish, too.”

His head jerked up, almost hitting her. Surprise made his lush lower lip slacken for a moment. “Why such generosity?”

“For being you, Sebastian.” When his big body stilled around her, she added, “And okay, maybe to mellow you down a bit.”

He tucked a curl away from her face with a tenderness she didn’t miss. Or the sudden gravelly tenor to his words when he spoke. “And what would you grant me?”

“I want to make you lose your mind. Here, now,” she said, looking around as if she could spot any rogue cameras. “Give you new memories around this place.”

He cursed and grinned, though she had a feeling it was a filter hiding his true emotion. Then his teeth dug into that sensuous lower lip. “You’re on. Only if you join me.”

Heat streaked her cheeks and Laila instantly felt her nipples peak to attention. She rubbed her thighs, tempted beyond good sense. “I don’t want to be caught by any cameras.”

“And if I want us to be caught on camera? If I want more adventure and more boldness and less inhibition from my lover?” he asked, still smiling. But there was a hard, lethal edge to it as if he meant to test her limits or her trust or to assuage his own need for something.

With any other man, Laila would have backed down from the explicit gauntlet thrown down, because it would have been to expose her fears, to mock her “frigidity.” But with Sebastian, she thrilled in his asking, that he would give her a chance to be what he wanted. To meet him as his equal, in this, she needed it as she needed air.

“Then I suggest you give me some time and a bit of a private location for my first time on camera and then I’ll try to get into it,” she said, bluffing her way to a boldness she loved within herself. “The last thing we want is to shock your very traditional grandmother with my naked ass rolling around in the sand.”

He laughed and kissed her hard enough to steal her breath away. His fingers gripped the back of her head as he devoured her mouth with firm, hungry strokes, as if he was afraid she might vanish. Rough and soft, his mouth and his stubbled jaw were a contrast in pleasure and delicious pain. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard, and his eyes carried a wild light that was different from his usual bored charm. “You’re an unending delight. Though I would only want what you want, Dr. Jaafri.”

“Right now, I want a little cover from the villa.”

“Your genie awaits, then.”

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