The Ruthless Greek’s Return
Sharon Kendrick
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‘Open your eyes, Jess.’
Reluctantly, her lashes fluttered open and she found herself meeting the hardness of his piercing black gaze.
‘Do you want me to kiss you?’ he questioned softly.
Had he read her mind, or had she said the words out loud without realising? Reluctantly, she nodded her head in silent acquiescence.
‘Then ask me. Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it.’
The corresponding rush of resentment gave her a last-minute reprieve and she glared at him. You don’t have to do this, she told herself. You don’t have to do what he says. ‘Don’t play games with me, Loukas.’
‘I thought games were your speciality.’
‘Go to hell.’
And then he did kiss her, laughing a little as he pulled her against him—his hard body driving every objection clean from her mind. All she could think about was how strong he was, and how good it felt to be back in his arms. Within the circle of his powerful embrace she felt warm, like an ice cube which had started to melt. She felt safe. But that didn’t last long… And maybe that was the wrong description, because how could she possibly feel safe when his hands were sliding down over her breasts like that and making her moan with pleasure? It felt the opposite of safe when her nipples were thrusting against her dress and aching for him to bare them.
The lift pinged to a halt and Jessica felt the punch of frustration as Loukas dragged his mouth away from hers. His gaze was smoky, his expression suggesting he’d been as blown away by that kiss as she had.
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