Mediterranean Mavericks: Greeks. Кейт Хьюит

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      “Incredible,” Letty breathed, going up to the windows. Without thinking, she leaned forward, putting her overheated forehead against the cool glass, looking down at Park Avenue far below. The cars and yellow cabs looked tiny, like ants. She felt almost dizzy from being so high off the earth, up in the clouds. It was a little terrifying. “Beautiful.”

      His reply was husky behind her. “You are beautiful, Letitia.”

      Turning, she looked at him in the soft blue glow of firelight. Then, as she looked more closely…

      Her lips parted with an intake of breath.

      She’d thought Darius hadn’t changed?

      He’d changed completely.

      At thirty-four, he was no longer a slender youth, but a powerful man. His shoulders had broadened to match his tall height, his body filling out with hard muscle. His dark hair had once been wavy and tousled, like a poet’s, but was now cut short, as severe as his chiseled jawline.

      Everything about Darius was tightly controlled now, from the cut of his expensive clothes—a black shirt with the top button undone, black trousers, black leather shoes—to his powerful stance. His mouth had once been expressive and tender and kind. Now his lips had a hard twist of arrogance, even cruelty.

      He towered over her like a king, in his penthouse with all of New York City at his feet.

      At her expression, his jaw tightened. “Letitia…”

      “Letty.” She managed a smile. “No one calls me Letitia anymore.”

      “I have never been able to forget you,” he continued in a low voice. “Or that summer we were together…”

      That summer. A small noise came from the back of her throat as unwanted memories filled her mind. Dancing in the meadow. Kissing the night after her debutante ball. Escaping the prying eyes of servants in Fairholme’s enormous garage, steaming up the windows of her father’s vintage car collection for weeks on end. She’d been ready to surrender everything.

      Darius was the one who’d wanted to wait for marriage to consummate their love.

      “Not until you’re my wife,” he’d whispered as they strained for each other, barely clothed, panting with need in the backseat of a vintage limousine. “Not until you’re mine forever.”

      Forever never came. Their romance had been illicit, forbidden. She was barely eighteen, his boss’s daughter; he was six years older, the chauffeur’s son.

      After a hot summer of innocent passion, her father had been infuriated when he’d discovered their romance. He’d ordered Darius off the estate. For one awful week he and Letty had been apart. Then Darius had called her.

      “Let’s elope,” he’d said. “I’ll get a day job to support us. We’ll get a studio apartment in the city. Anything as long as we’re together.”

      She’d feared it would hurt his dream of making his fortune, but she couldn’t resist. They both knew there was no chance of a real wedding, not when her father would try to stop the marriage. So they’d planned to elope to Niagara Falls.

      But on the night his car waited outside the Fairholme gate, Letty never showed up.

      She hadn’t returned any of his increasingly frantic phone calls. The next day, she’d even convinced her father to fire Eugenios Kyrillos, Darius’s father, who’d been their chauffeur for twenty years.

      Even then, Darius had refused to accept their breakup. He’d kept calling, until she’d sent him a single cold message.

      I was only using you to get another man’s attention. He’s rich and can give me the life of luxury I deserve. We’re engaged now. Did you really think that someone like me would ever live in a studio apartment with someone like you?

      That had done the trick.

      But it had been a lie. There had been no other man. At the ripe old age of twenty-eight, Letty was still a virgin.

      All these years, she’d promised herself that Darius would never know the truth. He could never know how she’d sacrificed herself, so he’d be able to follow his dreams without guilt or fear. Even if it meant he hated her.

      But Darius must have finally found out the truth. It was the only explanation for him seeking her out.

      “So you know why I betrayed you ten years ago?” she said in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes. “You forgive me?”

      “It doesn’t matter,” he said roughly. “You’re here now.”

      Her heart pounded as she saw the dark hunger in his eyes.

      She looked down at the coffee stain on her uniform, the smear of ketchup near the cheerful name tag still on her left breast: LETTY! She whispered, “You can’t still…want me?”

      “You’re wrong.” He pulled her handbag off her shoulder. It felt unspeakably erotic. He pulled off her coat, dropping it to the marble floor. “I wanted you then.” Cupping her face with both hands, he whispered, “I want you now.”

      Electricity ran up and down her body. Involuntarily, she licked her lips.

      His gaze fell to her mouth.

      Tangling his hands in her hair, he pulled out her ponytail, and her long dark hair tumbled down her shoulders. He stroked down her cheek, tilting back her head.

      He was so much taller. He towered over her in every way.

      She felt crazy butterflies, like she’d gone back in time and was eighteen again. Being with him now, all the anguish and grief and weariness of the last ten years seemed to disappear like a bad dream.

      “I’ve missed you for so long,” she choked out. “You’re all I’ve dreamed about…”

      He pressed a finger to her lips. At the contact, fire flashed from her mouth and down to her breasts. Sparks crackled between them in the shadowy penthouse, as she breathed in his woodsy, musky scent. Tension coiled low and deep in her belly.

      Pulling her body tight against his own, he lowered his mouth to hers.

      His kiss was hot and demanding. The stubble on his rough jawline scratched her delicate skin as he gripped her hard against him. She kissed him back with desperate need.

      A low growl came from the back of his throat, and he pushed her back against the wall. His hands ran down her body to rip apart the front buttons of her white dress. She gasped as her naked skin was exposed, along with her plain white bra and panties.

      “Take this off,” he whispered, and he pulled her white dress off her body, dropping it to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, he pulled off her white shoes, one by one. She was nearly naked, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the whole city.

      Rising to his full height, he kissed her. His mouth plundered hers, searing her to the core. She realized her hands were СКАЧАТЬ