Page 36 of Greek’s Christmas Heir

Tonight, she would believe it.

And though she was sure it would shock her staid and quiet ancestors, she simply allowed herself to be swept up in all of this well-oiled wealth and consequence. She crawled into the back seat and sat there as if she was born to it, still buzzing from before. Everywhere he touched her she could feel it, like heat.

And her mouth was like a naked flame, hungry for more.

She heard him say something in Greek to his driver, then he was sliding in behind her. Sharing the back seat with her, so big and so male that he seemed to claim the better part of it, and it wasn’t until he closed the door behind him that she noticed the car had a privacy screen. And it was engaged.

And that meant that there was no reason on earth that she should resist it when Anax pulled her onto his lap.

No nod toward propriety necessary. No need to concern herself with what anyone might see or say. There was no one around to gossip about it later.

There was only the feel of his hard body beneath her. And then, gloriously, his mouth on hers once more.

He immediately made it clear that what had passed between them in that ballroom had been an exercise of holding back. Of complete restraint.

Because this kiss consumed her whole.

His hands moved to frame her face between his palms and he took control, completely.

And then he set about teaching her... Everything.

Everything she didn’t know about the ways that the wordkisswas entirely too small, too banal, to encompass what his mouth could do to hers.

Everything about how to kiss him back until she made him groan, too.

Everything that built the fire higher, that made her ache, until she found herself squirming there on his lap because she couldn’t get close enough. Because she wanted to...Dothings with this body of hers that felt brand-new in his arms.

“Careful,” he murmured. “Or we will give my driver quite a surprise.”

She had no idea what he meant by that, but she could feel the hardest part of him between them, she found herself...fascinated.

Constance knew what it was when a man grew hard. She’d read about it. She lived in the same world as everyone else, even in her quiet life in Halburg, thank you. She’d watched enough television and film to fill in the blanks. But she had never understood how a thing that happened tohimwould feel inside ofher. She had never understood that her own body could feel so jittery and liquid, hot and cold at once, simply becausehewas so unrepentantly hard.

Or that all of it was wonderful.

How amazing,she found herself thinking,that people are wandering around the world feeling like this all the time, and I never knew.

He muttered a curse against her lips, and then he was lifting her up, settling her beside him, and looking at her in a way that she could only describe as baleful.

And yet her response to that was to feel inordinately proud of herself.

“You will make me disgrace myself,” he said, as if he was offering an explanation.

“I can tell that that’s meant to chastise me,” she said, somewhat surprised that she could actually form words after...all that. “But I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She watched as a certain sort of consideration moved over his face. A dawning kind of awareness.

“You are truly untouched, then,” he said, but there was a note of something like awe in his voice, and as embarrassing as it was to be thirty years of age and untouched, of all things, she didn’t mind it when he looked at her like that.

She wouldn’t mind anything, as long as he looked at her like that.

“As of before this evening?” She nodded. “But I am...slightly more touched now, obviously.”

That seemed to worry him, almost. He frowned. Something about that fire in his gaze seemed to shift.

She wanted to track that. She really did. But she wanted that fire, just the way it was. So she reached out a hand and smoothed it over one rock-hard thigh, then trailed her fingers along the seam of his trousers, right there where she could see the proof of all of this.

And he let out a sound as if she had punched him in the gut.

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