Page 9 of Forbidden Greek Mistress
That same breathless, dizzy feeling surged through her.
“Yes,” she managed to say, the same way she had all night. “Thank you. I’m sure we’ll be very happy together. Is that what you want to hear?”
She could see his face too clearly, though the night pressed in all around. It was that moonlight pouring over him, making it impossible to look away, obsidian covered in silver. And so she saw the look that moved over his face.
It felt like fire when it echoed inside of her.
“What game is this?” he gritted out.
“It’s not a game,” she replied. Something in the way he looked at her, as if betrayed, made her want to shiver, though it felt more like exhilaration than anything else. “It’s an engagement party.”
He said a word that didn’t make sense.Saskia.
And Selwen realized, then, that he had spoken to her in English though he was very clearly Greek. Maybe everybody knew that Pavlos Zacharias’s new fiancée was English. Or spoke English, anyway. She couldn’t really speak to her nationality. It said she was Welsh on her passport—or that she had been born there, anyway. She didn’t like to think how Ffion had gone about getting her one of those, mostly by leaning on her long relationship with the officials in the little town, who Ffion had minded when they were children.
Best not to ask,her friend had said when she’d presented the passport. So she hadn’t.
“Come out of the water,” the man ordered her.
And the oddest thing was, she did.
Not only that, shewantedto obey him. She felt it move all over her, molten hot and sweet, as if her whole body was shivering into a different level of awareness—
Though this made no sense.
Just as it made no sense that she could feel that shivering deep between her legs, like a heartbeat all its own.
She moved toward him because she couldn’t seem to talk herself out of it. When she stood before him, her bare feet in the sand, she thought he would…dosomething. Grab her, maybe.Saysomething. Anything.
There was something almost exultant inside of her, as if she wanted all of the above. As if she just wanted him to—
But instead, he reached over and wrapped her hair around his fingers. He didn’t tug on it as she half expected, instead, he lifted those fingers to his nose with the hair wrapped round and inhaled.
Selwen watched as his eyes went unfocused. She watched his nostrils flare. And she was close enough that she heard that low, growling noise he made.
Shefeltit in that pulsing, hot place between her legs.
And she was transfixed as he leaned closer and took another deep breath, as if he was trying to inhale her skin.
She really shouldn’t have been allowing this. She didn’t know what this was, but it clearly wasn’t all right. She needed to say something.
But she didn’t.
He took another breath. He made another growling noise.
Between her legs, that shivering pulse got deeper. Lusher, somehow.
“I really—” she began.
But his hand shot out, and wrapped itself around the line of her jaw and her cheek. He hissed in a breath, a lot like he felt that same wild spark that jumped in her, too.
A spark that too quickly began to blaze.
“How is this possible?” he whispered. “How can this be?”
She didn’t know what he meant and she wasn’t even sure he was speaking to her, but his hand seemed to fit there, against her face. It was like she was being electrocuted. That odd sensation poured through her, lighting her up until she felt as if she was being filled up from the inside out with too much sunshine to bear.
“Where have you been?” he gritted out, a stark demand. “Where the hell have youbeen?”
