Greek Affairs: In His Bed

‘You—you startled me, that’s all,’ she protested, but Milos only gave her an old-fashioned look.

‘Oh, right,’ he said drily. ‘I suggest you dry your eyes and I’ll take you home.’

‘I don’t want to go home.’

He scowled. ‘What you’re doing is—dangerous.’

‘Because you want me?’

‘Get up, Helen.’ Milos gnawed at his bottom lip. ‘Don’t make me have to do it for you.’

Her lips trembled a little, but she didn’t move. If he wanted her to leave, he would have to make her. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

‘Helen!’ he said grimly, speaking through his teeth.

‘Milos!’ she countered.

He swore then and, with some force, he thrust his arms beneath her and hauled her up into his arms. He got to his feet and for a heartstopping moment he held her there, cradled against his chest, their eyes, their mouths, only inches apart. Then, determinedly, he lowered her to the floor.

But it didn’t work out as he’d intended. Her arms were around his neck and when he set her on her feet they stayed where they were. In fact, his action had only added to their intimacy, her limbs sliding silkily against his aroused body.

‘Theos, Helen,’ he said hoarsely, but she sensed it was no longer a protest. They’d both proved their points in different ways, and he gave a sigh of defeat. ‘Yes, I want you,’ he added as his arms closed about her. ‘I just hope you won’t regret this in the morning.’

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