Modern Romance Collection: May 2018 Books 1 - 4. Эбби Грин

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      Despite her verbal protests, she didn’t fight the sensations roaring through her. There was simply no point. Whatever the rational part of her brain told her, she knew the truth deep in her soul. Kayla wanted this kiss. This moment. This feeling.

      She wanted Andreas.

      All rational argument against intimacy with him went up in the conflagration of desire a single touch of his mouth to her elicited.

      She let herself experience it all, every amazing spark of sexual energy, each tiny zing of sensual delight. She had no idea how much of this physical intimacy she and Andreas would have...how much was on offer, much less how much she could ultimately allow herself.

      But she was going to revel in every moment between them, because she knew the frozen chill of loneliness while standing beside him in the same room all too well. She knew what years of want, need, aching unfulfilled desire felt like.

      She knew the deep, searing pain of unrequited love, of frustrated longing, of lust that went unsatiated so long, she almost forgot what true sexual contentment felt like.

      Kayla knew what it was to hunger. She’d spent her lifetime wishing for things just out of reach, grieving losses she’d never had any control over.

      In this moment she would embrace the getting, no matter how temporary.

      This time, she didn’t just hold on to him while they kissed, she explored the hard planes of his body, both remembering and rediscovering him in the most visceral of ways. Her hands skimmed over Andreas, mapping every bulging muscle, touching places she knew caused him extra pleasure. Triumph flared through her when his breath caught, his kiss growing more fervent, proving her touch was true, her memories still accurate, that she, Kayla Jones, was capable of turning this man—the only man who mattered to her—on.

      When she curled her hand around his hard sex, his response was electric. Andreas’s big body went rigid, his groan deep and loud.

      He slid his lips from hers, along her jaw. “Careful, pethi mou. We will never make it to our next tourist attraction if you keep doing that.”

      “If you gave the driver any address but our hotel, Andreas Kostas—” she paused, her hand tightening on its cloth-covered prize, letting the seriousness of her words sink in “—I am going to infect every single one of your connected devices with an irreparable virus.”

      It wasn’t an idle or paltry threat. She’d connected his smartphone to his tablet, which was now also linked to his work system as well as the system that controlled his home’s heating, lights, etc., as well as his alarm systems. No one else could have done it, but Kayla could bring Andreas’s life to a standstill.

      His deep, sexy chuckle said despite the severity of her threat, Andreas was not worried.

      Pulling back, she glared up at him. “You think I’m joking?”

      “Oh, no, Kay-love. I am certain you would follow through.” He trapped her hand where it was, even though her body was straining back, his gorgeous eyes glittering with green fire. “I have never enjoyed another woman’s hands on me as much as yours.”

      “Do not try to sweet-talk me, Kostas. I’m not in the mood for your teasing.”

      “I see that.” He thrust against her hand, the hard bulge under her hand more a temptation than he could possibly know.

      “So?”

      “Are you demanding we go back to the hotel and make love?” he asked, no mockery or even justifiable triumph in his tone, just a good dose of sexual heat.

      She glared, her own frustration boiling near the surface, realizing he was calling the bluff of all her earlier denials, demanding she spell it out for him. “Are you saying you would rather do something else?”

      “No.” He was suddenly very serious. “There is nothing I want more.”

      “And the tourist attraction?”

      “A joke.”

      “In poor taste.” And maybe she was a teensy, tiny bit defensive.

      “But I like when you get testy.”

      “You can be really annoying, Dre.”

      His grin was huge and very sexy, a testament to the fact he knew he had won. “I am very lucky you put up with me.”

      “You are, not that I think you really believe that.”

      “I do, though.” He cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “I know how very lucky I am to have you in my life. I always have done.”

      “You don’t make any sense.” She did not like when he talked in riddles.

      “Because we do not see the world the same way.”

      No question. For all that they’d both suffered loss and pain, Andreas had always had more of a safety net. He just didn’t realize it.

      And that net allowed him to see the world differently than she did. Hence his ability to say that he saw her as necessary to his life, even as he was making plans for one in which she would by necessity play a smaller and smaller part.

      She wasn’t thinking about the future right now, though. Kayla was with the one man who had ever been able to give her everything she needed on an intimate level, most likely for the last time with any level of privacy. When they got back to Portland, he had venture capital worlds to conquer, a bride to find—with or without a matchmaker—and Kayla hopefully would still have KJ Software and the shelter she funded.

      Not all she wanted, or even needed, but what she’d learned she could have.

      Besides, she was on vacation, darn it. She was going to go home with memories. Memories that just might have to last her a lifetime.

      “So, back to the hotel?” she asked.

      “Yes, pethi mou. Back to the hotel, where I will ravish your body until you are ready to accept the only terms that make sense for our future.”

      If he thought great sex, even the best sex they’d ever had, was going to convince her to walk away from KJ Software and take the leap into venture capital investment, he was living in Dreamland.

      Now that the decision to return to the hotel had been put out in the open, the fact they were going to make love was a given, there was a different quality to his kisses.

      They turned languid and slow, but no less sexually devastating, no less emotionally catastrophic. His lips possessed hers, demanded she returned in kind. His tongue tasted, teased her into tasting.

      And what he tasted like was hers, for that moment anyway.

      They arrived at the hotel sooner than she expected, but not as quickly as she needed. She wanted skin-on-skin contact. She’d been without his touch for too long. She wanted to touch him without hindrance, craved his hands on her body with nothing in the way, as well.

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