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THE SECRET BEHIND THE GREEK’S RETURN
Michelle Smart
Marisa opened her eyes, going from heavy sleep to full alertness in an instant.
Nikos.
He was alive.
Or had she dreamt it?
A look at her watch told her it was four in the morning.
She threw the soft blanket off and her stockinged feet sank into thick carpet.
Rubbing her eyes, she stared at the sofa. At some point while she’d slept, Nikos had put a pillow under her head, laid her flat on her side and covered her.
She hadn’t dreamt him.
Heart in her throat, she found herself in the adjoining room before she even knew she’d opened the door and walked into it.
The light in there was incredibly faint, the little illumination coming from the lamp Nikos had left on for her in the living area. It was enough for her to see the shape of his body nestled under the covers, breathing deeply.
She definitely hadn’t dreamt him.
Nikos was alive.
The relief was almost as overwhelming as it had been the first time, and, eyes glued to his sleeping shadowed face, she stretched out a trembling hand and lightly pressed her fingers against his cheek.
The relief was short-lived. A hand twice the size of her own flew like a rocket from under the sheet and wrapped around hers.
‘What are you doing?’
Her heart jumped into her throat, the beats vibrating through her suddenly frozen body.
Nikos raised his head and blinked the sleep from his eyes, trying to clear the thickness from his just awoken brain, and stared at the motionless form standing beside him.
‘Marisa?’ His voice sounded thick to his own ears too.
As his eyes adjusted he saw the shock in her wide eyes before his gaze drifted down to notice the buttons of her dress around her bust had popped open in her sleep to show the swell of her breast in the black lace bra she wore.
Arousal coiled its seductive way through his bloodstream to remember the taste of her skin on his tongue and the heady scent of her musk. He tugged her closer to him, suddenly filled with the need to taste it again, taste her again, to hear the throaty moans of her pleasure and feel the burn of their flesh pressed together. It was a burn he’d never felt with anyone but her.
Her lips parted. Her breath hitched. Her face lowered to his…
His mouth filled with moisture, lips tingling with anticipation. He put his other hand to her neck and his arousal accelerated.
It had been so long…
Then, with her mouth hovering just inches from his, she jerked back and snatched her hand away. It fluttered to her rising chest.
‘I’m sorry for waking you,’ she whispered, backing away some more. ‘I was just checking I hadn’t dreamt you.’
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Michelle Smart
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