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funds they’d raised for the foundation had been disappointing, but Demetri’s guarantee of millions hadn’t been a factor in her decision to come to him. She’d wanted him as urgently as he’d wanted her. She needed to feel like the woman she became in his arms, needed the freedom and release of passionate energy that always simmered just below her poised social façade. Demetri was the only man who’d ever tempted her to reveal her true nature. With him, she became an openly sensual creature.
    “I missed you,” she whispered softly when their mouths parted.
    “And I, you,” he replied, his gaze roaming her face.
    She studied him with equal thoroughness. “You’re not so easy to forget.”
    “Not as easy as giving candy to a baby?” he teased.
    She smiled and corrected him. “It’s taking candy from a baby .”
    “That’s just stupid,” he argued, as though totally engrossed in the silly conversation. “Whoever started this expression, they must not have babies. Babies do not easily give up their sweets.”
    She shook her head, thinking he spoke with the voice of experience. His family had lots of babies. The memory tugged at her heart and reopened the old wound. She had missed them all when she’d been ostracized from his Greek home.
    When the smile slipped from her lips, he cupped her face in his hands and used his thumbs to smooth the hair from her face. “In your country, your skin looks more pale and your hair less pale.”
    A safe subject, thought Crystal. Maybe there were a few subjects they could discuss without causing pain and disillusionment. “Your perpetual sunshine bleaches my hair lighter and turns my skin darker.”
    “Ironic, yes, that it lightens your hair while all my countrymen and women have black hair by nature’s design?”
    She ran her fingers through his thick, ebony locks. “Yes, it is ironic. Two totally different worlds, yours and mine.”
    “Different in many ways, the same in many,” he corrected. “The way our bodies respond to each other, that is universal, don’t you think? We are human beings raised in different cultures, yet our bodies do not care what language we speak. Always, always they respond to the language of passion.”
    “Yes,” she whispered against his lips as he stole another kiss. Yes, her body always responded to his touch, to the sound of his voice, to his unwavering passion.
    They made love again, slowly, savoring every kiss and caress before heading to a shared shower. With Demetri in sexy boxers and her in his cast-off dress shirt, they shared room service, lingering over coffee in the privacy of the big suite. As it had been in the beginning of their relationship, they talked for hours, sharing details of their lives and their cultures. By unspoken agreement, they carefully skirted any mention of their past relationship, but Crystal did explain why she left Greece so abruptly.
    “I got word that my dad had died,” she told him, lowering her lashes to hide the vulnerability behind the admission. First Demetri had shattered her heart with his mistrust and then she’d learned of her father’s death. She’d never known a darker or more painful time.
    “You lost your mother as a teenager,” he remembered. “It must have been very difficult to lose your father, too. You were very close, correct?”
    “Yes, we were close. My parents adopted me when I was only a few weeks old. I always knew that, and it gave us a special kind of bond. I realize now how devoted they were to me.”
    “Did you ever wish to find your biological parents?” he asked, brushing a thumb over her lips.
    Crystal gazed into his dark eyes, loving the warmth and compassion she found there. His caring nature was one of the many things she’d adored about him. He had a tough, arrogant attitude in the business world, but a sincere, caring personality. She warned herself to be careful. If she didn’t guard her heart, she’d forgive him, despite his jealousy and