Greek Mavericks: At The Greek's Pleasure. Maisey Yates

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      She couldn’t say they were growing closer, not exactly. But...it was more than it had been. For one thing, they could be in each other’s presence for a full five minutes without screaming at each other. Sometimes they could go that long without tearing each other’s clothes off, too. But only sometimes.

      The thought made her smile, she lifted her face up to the sky, bathing herself in the warmth of the sun.

      “What are you doing out here?”

      “I finished work early,” she said, turning, her heart slamming hard against her breastbone when she saw Apollo standing there, still dressed in the suit that he’d worn to work.

      “Come here,” he said, his jaw set, his dark eyes intent on her.

      Elle draped her arms over the back of the infinity pool, arching her back slightly, thrusting her breasts up out of the water. “I’m enjoying the water.”

      “Elle,” he said, his tone warning. “Do not make me come in there and get you.”

      “I think I would like for you to come in and get me. It’s what you should have done nine years ago.”

      He smiled, a genuine smile. It wasn’t one that was tinged with cynicism, neither was it mocking or laden with barely contained rage. It made her heart turn over in her chest, made it expand.

      He began to remove his suit, starting with his jacket, then his tie, then slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. There had been ample time over the past couple of weeks for her to become familiar with that gorgeous male physique, but familiarity hadn’t made him seem commonplace. Not in the least.

      He arched a brow, slowly placing his hands on his belt buckle, working the leather through the loop. Her mouth went dry and she fought to keep herself from moving closer to him. She was going to hang back. She was going to force him to come to her.

      He undid the closure on his slacks, pulled the zipper down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed his pants down his narrow hips, exposing himself to her. He was everything. Absolute perfection. Everything she had wanted a man to be and then some. No, there was no chance of him ever becoming commonplace in her eyes.

      Slowly, he made his way to the pool, climbing down, the water rising up and concealing his body from her.

      “You took my show,” she said, just as he leaned forward, his sleek, athletic body slicing through the water effortlessly.

      “I thought I would bring it to you,” he said, approaching her, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her up against him.

      “Oh,” she said, “I guess I can appreciate that.”

      “I think you can more than appreciate that,” he said, looking pointedly down at her breasts, at her tightened nipples, pushing up against the thin fabric of the bathing suit.

      “I make it too easy for you,” she said, not sounding even remotely regretful.

      “I’m not complaining,” he said, sliding his hand down her waist, resting his hand on her butt.

      “Of course you’re not. You’re so certain of yourself, and all I have done is make you even more certain.”

      “I was named after a god. I came into the world with a rather inflated view of myself.”

      “Of course you did. How could I forget?” She lifted her hand, resting her palm on his chest. “I ordered this bathing suit for you.”

      Heat illuminated the darkness in his eyes. “I thought you might have.”

      “We have a chance to make a different decision.” She traced the water droplets that were trailing down his chest, rolling into the grooves of his muscles. “I wish that I had done something differently then. Been a little bit bolder.”

      “You were young. You shouldn’t have done anything. I shouldn’t have done anything.”

      “I was young, but I knew what I wanted. And it hasn’t changed.” She looked up at him. “I still want you. I wanted you all this time, even when I was angry at you.”

      He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Yes, I know you did. Believe me when I say the feeling is mutual.”

      Those words, those husky, delicious words, sent a little shock of pleasure through her. It wasn’t strictly physical. It went deeper than that.

      Unfortunately, all of this went much deeper than the physical. Much deeper than she wanted it to go.

      “I do.”

      A smile curved his wicked mouth. “Listen to us. We have managed to converse for several minutes without fighting.”

      “A miracle.”

      “Perhaps. Though, I imagine we are skirting the edge of sacrilege assigning anything divine to the nature of things between us.”

      “Perhaps.”

      He had a point. What they shared was carnal, lustful.

      No, not only that. Beautiful. Altering.

      Impossible.

      He was her stepbrother, he was her enemy. Truly, it was the enemy part that made it most impossible. The stepbrother issue would hardly mean anything. They hadn’t been raised together. They shared no blood.

      There’s no affection, either. Not from him.

      She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at him while she had thoughts like that. He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against hers. And she just let it wash over her, warmer than the sun, more refreshing than the water they were standing in.

      Desire assaulted her, her stomach tightening, a pulse beating low and hard at the apex of her thighs.

      It had been just over a month since their first encounter in his hotel room in New York. Just over a month since she’d been with a man for the first time. It hadn’t taken long for her to grow accustomed to it. For her to know exactly what she wanted. For her to learn his body, and to learn what hers desired of him.

      He slipped his hand beneath her bikini bottoms, taking hold of her with his large palm. She loved his hands. Loved the feel of them on every inch of her. Loved looking at them. Spent a great deal of time fantasizing about them.

      But then, it was like that with every single inch of him.

      So many things did not live up to the promise. Did not live up to the hype. Apollo was not one of them. He took her every fantasy and superseded by leaps and bounds. In comparison with the reality her fantasies of what sex with him would be like seemed childish. Simple.

      She had known it would feel good, she had known she would find him attractive. She hadn’t realized it would be so raw, so exposing. Hadn’t realized it would strip her bare of everything, not just her clothes. She had thought it would just be physical.

      That was such a simplistic thought. His body was the missing piece of hers. СКАЧАТЬ