Modern Romance Collection: May 2018 Books 1 - 4. Эбби Грин
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СКАЧАТЬ emerald gaze locked hers in place. “If honesty is arrogance, so be it, but you should never think less of yourself because you do not fit the mold of normal.”

      “You’ve gotten very affectionate all of a sudden.” Not to mention complimentary.

      Color slashed his masculine cheekbones.

      “What?” she demanded.

      He shook his head. “It is nothing.”

      But it was clearly something.

      “You’re losing your contractions again.” It was a funny quirk of his, when he was really worked up. She wasn’t sure if it was a speech pattern he’d gotten from his mother or something he’d picked up in Greece, but Kayla had always found it endearing.

      “Do you think the way I dress makes me unapproachable?” he asked, apropos of nothing.

      “Are you serious right now? Where did that come from?”

      Andreas’s lips gave a sardonic twist. “You know.”

      “Genevieve.” The shark matchmaker.

      “Yes. You know she wanted to make me over.”

      “Are you worried whatever matchmaker you hire to replace her will want the same thing?”

      “There will be no replacement matchmaker.”

      Kayla wasn’t sure how he was going to achieve his whole wife and two-point-five children with the white picket fence and billion-dollar bank account to rub into his father’s face that way, but she couldn’t deny a profound sense of relief.

      “So, why ask?” Was he planning to go about this the old-fashioned way and date? Horror rolled over her. Did Andreas think Kayla wanted to be his advice buddy on this adventure?

      “Why not answer?” Andreas pushed.

      “I like the way you dress, whether it’s in your bespoke suits or the blue jeans you keep hidden in your bottom drawer. You’re just you, okay? If a woman needs you to dress like someone else to find you appealing, maybe she’s not the right fit for you long-term, what do you think, Andreas?” If she sounded slightly waspish, well, life went on. Seriously, the man needed to catch a clue.

      Maybe she’d buy him a fishing pole.

      And some bait.

      Rather than looking offended by her blunt speech, Andreas looked entirely too pleased with Kayla’s answer. “I agree.”

      Then, keeping with his whole today-let’s-shock-the-bananas-out-of-Kayla theme, he reached right out and ran his fingertip along the scooped neckline of her tank top. She gasped as his touch left all too familiar, if almost forgotten, static shocks of pleasure in its wake.

      He smiled. “I like the way you dress as well, Kay-love. I always have.”

      “That’s not what you said this morning. You were pretty critical of this outfit then.”

      “My perspective has changed since.”

      Five alarm bells went off inside her. How much more confirmation did she need? Andreas was in seduction mode. Full stop.

      His eyes roamed over her, sending more tingles through her, touching her as intimately and surely as his fingertip had done. “I’d really like it if you wore the dress you had on last for me again.”

      “I wasn’t wearing it for you.” Her words came out far too softly, her breath coming in pants.

      She needed to be firm, to let him know seduction wasn’t an option, but her body was already softening for him, her brain throwing up all sorts of reasons why it was okay.

      His eyes darkened, his mouth twisting with displeasure. “I know.”

      “You’re too possessive for friendship, Andreas.” He had to realize that.

      “Am I?” He leaned forward until his mouth hovered right over hers, his lips brushing hers as he spoke again. “It doesn’t feel like it to me.”

      She had no opportunity to answer as he kissed her. She tried to tell herself this was a very bad idea, but her lips were already responding to his, her body leaning into his heat, her mouth parting just slightly.

      She would pull away and tell him no more kisses, in a minute.

      But not yet.

      She couldn’t give up this feeling. It was too right. It always had been.

      A sexual high like no other, but it was so much more than that when she and Andreas Kostas came together. It was a sense of belonging. It was home. It was family.

      And for a woman who had none, that was addictive.

      Necessary.

      And very, very dangerous.

      Because she knew it wasn’t the same for him.

      For Andreas Kostas, it was all endorphins, satiation and stress relief.

      His arms came around her, his hands pressing into her back, pulling her toward him, despite the restrictions of their seat belts. Someone made a mewling sound of frustration and she realized it was her. She wanted to be closer, no clothes in the way, much less seat belts.

      She might have been embarrassed if there was room in the maelstrom of emotions inside her for such a thing. If he wasn’t making his own masculine sounds that said he wanted the same thing.

      The realization of how far they both wanted to take what should have been a simple kiss should have shocked her back to sanity, but she was sinking into the crazy too fast. His lips were too good, too right against her own, sending messages along nerve endings so her whole body was totally on board with the insanity. His tongue pressed oh, so perfectly into her mouth, so sexy, so enthralling.

      Her thighs pressed together, heat pooling in her core, an ache building inside her that she knew could be assuaged only one way. One of his hands slid down her back, then along her waist and up her rib cage before cupping the bottom of her breast.

      She moaned. Gripping his shirt with both hands, her fingers curled tight, unable to let go.

      The kiss turned full-on incendiary, both of them biting and licking at one another’s lips.

      Kayla’s moans mixed with his deep, masculine noises, more like growls than anything. She would be straddling him if she wasn’t tethered by seat restraint.

      Something about that made it even hotter.

      The fact she couldn’t do what she wanted, and, oh, how she wanted.

      He pinched the hard tip of her breast through her top and lacy bra, sending shock waves of delight through her. She’d always had really sensitive nipples, but only Andreas had known what to do with that truth.

      Or how much to do with it.

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