Page 13 of Virgin's Night with the Greek

‘Why would you do a thing like that?’

A fleeting shadow darted across his features, but it was gone in an instant. ‘Just one of those wild things teenagers can get up to.’

Hmm. In her world a car was more likely to be taken for a joyride than a yacht. ‘So what changed?’

He frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, you don’t go around having tantrums and crashing boats now, do you?’

‘My father died and I had to grow up. Fast. It was a steep learning curve.’

‘How steep?’

‘I made a few mistakes,’ he admitted with a faint grimace. ‘In the beginning.’

‘So you might be all-powerful and mighty, but you’re human, too.’

‘Flesh and blood, bone and sinew.’

All of which she was becoming only too aware, she realised with a skip of her pulse as silence fell. At some point during the conversation the band had stopped and a DJ had taken over. Instead of upbeat and boppy, the music oozing out of the speakers was now sultry and Latin, more suited to an earthy Copacabana club than a swanky Athens hotel.

The lights had dimmed. Sensuality wound around the dance floor, couples moving loosely and sinuously. Willow could feel the beat thudding through her. Leo had slowed the swaying they were doing right down and was holding her impossibly close. Something about the intensity and focus with which he was looking at her made her tremble with anticipation.

What was going on in that head of his? she wondered as strange thrills of excitement began to race through her. Three weeks or so ago they’d parted on very unfriendly terms, yet she wasn’t getting unfriendly vibes off him now. Latent heat was simmering in his eyes, adding fuel to the flames flickering along her veins. She could feel the hardening length of him growing and pressing against her and nerves fluttered through her once again.

She really wasn’t equipped for this. She’d thought she’d been out of her depth with his brother, but she’d been paddling in the shallows. Leo was far more dangerous to her than Zander could ever be. Outwardly, he was all steely control but he had an edge that ought to have her running towards the exit because she didn’t know any of the rules of the game he was playing. But that didn’t seem to matter. As unwise as it undoubtedly was when they, their lives and their experiences were poles apart, she wanted to play anyway.

‘Do you know what I’ve dreamed of recently, Willow?’

The sound of her name in his mouth made her shiver. ‘No.’

‘You,’ he murmured, his gaze hot on hers, this conversation for them alone. ‘I’ve dreamed of you. Every night for the last three weeks. And those dreams have been anything but nightmares.’

Her heart lurched and then began to race while her blood thickened and heated. ‘I’ve dreamed of you, too. They’ve been wild.’

‘I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night.’

‘It’s the hair.’

He shook his head. ‘It’s not the hair. Or the dress.’

‘Then what is it?’

‘Damned if I know. But my brother was right about one thing. You are lovely.’

‘You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met,’ she said a little breathlessly, his unexpected confession loosening her lips as well as her inhibitions. ‘I want to draw you.’

‘I have something else in mind.’

‘What?’

He stared at her mouth and lowered his head, so slowly the anticipation was almost painful. His lips came down on hers and in that instant everything else—the music, the people, the party—disappeared. All Willow could focus on was the heat and skill of his mouth, his hands sliding to her hips so he could mould her better to him, and clinging on for dear life.

She wound her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair and the kiss that had started out light and teasing deepened into something darker and wilder.

Leo moved one hand to the back of her head and the other up her side to her breast, and she moaned. Instinctively, she tilted her hips and rubbed them against his in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between her legs, but the low growl that that elicited from him simply stoked her desire.

She’d never experienced need like it. She felt crazed. Drugged. She wanted him naked. She wanted to explore his body by tracing every inch of skin, every muscle he possessed, and then she wanted him on top of her and in her. And it wouldn’t be painful. It would be magnificent.

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