Page 35 of Arrogant Arrival

“What is that?”

“You love to talk, while I want action.” Leaning down, she whispers, “Now.”

“Impatience is the word that comes to mind. But lucky for you, sweetheart, I’m a whole lot ofboth,” I say as I undo the button to my jeans.She wants action…boy, is she about to get it. “Elvis had a song about–”

She places her fingers to my lips. “Don’t reference an Elvis song during this moment.”

“Maybe I should use my tongue in other ways to persuade you?”

Her eyes brighten at my words and her cheeks flush. Not so cocky now, are we? If I’m being honest, I’m not as self-assured either. She makes me vulnerable. She makes me feel different and doubt if I’m really happy with how my life is. I’m starting to want more but I doubt if she’d take a chance on me. I have two days to make her realize that there’s something real between us. Forty-eight hours to show her how much I can worship her. How good we can both betogether.How much better life can get. So I take a page out of her book, spinning her around and pushing her onto the bed. I place a kiss on her thigh. Knowing that she wants her actionnow—her words not mine—I go straight for it. Following her directive, her order. Her back arches as I devour her. It doesn’t take long for her legs to tighten around me as she crumbles at my tongue. Moaning my name as if she’s praying to the heavens. Now, I’m about to show her that this Greek god is about to super-size her order. Extra-large, coming right up.

Jolene

“Let’s go get something to eat before it gets too late,” I say as I slowly trail my finger along Jimmy’s bare chest while curled up next to him naked in bed. My head bobs up and down as he chuckles. “What’s so funny about being hungry?”

“Did you forget where we are? It’s not even that late. Most people here don’t eat until ten at night. We have plenty of time.” He turns his head so he can look at me. “Besides, I’m not that hungry since I’ve alreadyeaten.”

“You’re such a perv.”

“Oh! That’s not the tune you were singing earlier.”

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t say that. But you’re still a pervert. And I need to keep up my energy if you plan on doing more of that.”

“So, you are hungry, then?” He raises up in bed, forcing me to have to raise up as well. I wrap the sheet around me and nod. “Feeling like some meat?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I’ve got some Greek sau–”

Jerking the pillow from underneath his head, I smack him as hard as I can before he can even finish that sentence. “I. Need. Food.” I jump out of bed and begin getting dressed. I check my phone and see that it’s five in the afternoon.Where did the day go?Travel and… I look over at the sexiest man I’ve ever met lying in bed.Well, it was an afternoon well spent.Jimmy rolls out of bed and stretches as he stands, completely unashamed by being completely exposed. He notices me eyeing him and winks. Correction, make that the sexiest and most arrogant man I’ve ever met.

Ahh, he’ll do.Barely.

We walk outside, and instead of going to the car, I tug Jimmy’s hand toward the street. “It’s so nice out and there’s so much to see. Let’s walk.”

“Fine by me.” He squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips. “Hard to do that while driving a stick shift.”

My heart warms a little that he loves holding and kissing my hand. Such a little gesture that’s so simple yet incredibly sweet. We pass tourist shops, outside farmers’ markets, and at every turn, beautiful architecture and landscaping. The sound of the bouzouki strings hum somewhere off in the distance. I watch a few kids playing soccer while their parents enjoy coffee and chatting outside. Laughter rings out from other cafés and other people walking. The culture and country is simply beautiful. Nobody seems to be in a hurry. They all are just enjoying life. I think back to me always rushing from terminal to terminal. Even when I’m not working, I’m always in and out of everywhere I go. Even relationships. This is the slowest I’ve ever taken life. Walking down a cobblestone street, holding hands, and simply enjoying the fresh air and life around me. That’s living. For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m living my life and not rushing through it. Better yet, I’m not doing it alone.

We’ve been walking for a while when we come to the end of all the shops, cafés, and businesses. Jimmy looks back and asks, “See any place you want to try? We’d need the car to go any farther. Looks like mostly farmland from here on out, and then it’ll be the next town. Which we can go, I’d just prefer not by foot.”

“There was a place…I can’t pronounce the name, but I remember where it was.”

“Lead the way, gorgeous.”

“What a twist, now I’m leading you around Greece. Are we on equal footing here?”

Jimmy laughs and pulls me into him, my back to his chest. With his arms holding me tight, he whispers into my ear. “We are nowhere near being on equal footing.”

“Oh, really? And how do you figure that? What, because you speak the language? Most people here speak English.”

“We are not on equal footing because how can a simple man such as myself be equal to such a beautiful goddess.”

I bite back my reply and hate myself for loving such a cheesy line. “You are so full of it, Dimitrios Georgakopolous.”

With a heavy Greek accent, Jimmy speaks between kisses on my neck, “You are the goddess of the sky. I worship your spirit,”kissand then he moves up, “your fire,”kissright below my ear, “your body,” and then he growls into my ear, “and most of all, the taste of your heavenly sweet cu–”

“Whoa!” I pull away, looking around frantically. “There are children around.”

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