out, and the dull
acceptance that the only person who had ever loved him had gone.
Rina’s loss was clearly still raw, the unspoken plea in her eyes asked for comfort, and that was
all Nikos intended to give when he lowered his head and brushed his mouth softly over hers. For
a moment she did not respond, but neither did she pull away and he tasted her again, delicately,
offering her the warmth of his body and silently letting her know that he understood the agony of
grief. Even when she parted her mouth beneath his and tilted her head back a fraction for him to
deepen the kiss he was sure he was in control. But her lips were so beguilingly soft and the
temptation to dip his tongue between them and drink the lingering nectar of champagne became
overwhelming.
Slowly he tightened his arm around her and slid his hand into her hair. It felt like silk against his skin and his heart began to pound with a thudding drumbeat of desire as he tangled his fingers in
the chestnut strands and drew her closer still so that her breasts pushed against the wall of his
chest.
Kitty couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when Nikos’s kiss changed from a gentle caress that
soothed her fragile emotions to one of hungry passion that stirred her soul and sent molten heat
flooding through her veins. All she knew was that the pressure of his mouth increased and slid
over hers with increasing urgency, and his tongue no longer traced the shape of her lips but thrust
between them with a fierce demand that made her tremble.
The voice in her head warned her that she was heading into dangerous waters and she should
pull back now, before she was swept away. But she did not want to move out of his arms and feel
cold and alone again. She wanted him to hold her even closer so that she could absorb the
warmth of his body, and she curled her hands around his neck and pressed herself against him,
making no protest when he drew her down so that they were stretched out on the sand.
Now they were lying hip to hip, and the unmistakable evidence of Nikos’s arousal jutting
against her thighs caused her muscles to tense. This was wrong, very wrong, and it had to stop—
now. But when he found her mouth once more in a slow, drugging kiss, she could not help but
respond. Just a few more minutes in his arms, and then she would draw away from him, she
promised herself. Surely it wasn’t too much to ask—a few passionate kisses with the sexiest man
she had ever met before she returned to her lonely life. But now she no longer felt relaxed, she
was aware of a restless ache deep in her pelvis, and when he lifted his mouth from hers she gave
a little murmur of protest.
‘ Theos , Rina!’ Nikos’s ragged voice echoed harshly in the cloistered quiet of the cave. ‘This is insanity. You should leave while I still have some measure of control.’ He stared down at her, his
blood thundering in his veins when he saw the dazed passion in her eyes, and said slowly,
‘Because if you do not, I can’t guarantee that I will be able to stop.’
CHAPTER FOUR
NIKOS’Swords were an unwelcome intrusion, slicing through the fog that clouded Kitty’s
brain. She didn’t want to think, she wanted to feel and touch and lose herself in the world of
sensory pleasure that his kisses evoked. She felt as though she were standing on the threshold of
some new and wonderful place and Nikos was giving her the choice of stepping through the
door, or closing it and turning back. Her mind flew to the royal ball and the loneliness she’d felt
as she’d watched the couples on the dance floor. Everyone seemed to have a partner except her.
All her friends were getting married and starting families but she had never even had a proper
boyfriend. She recalled Vasilis Sarondakos’s cruel taunts that she would end up a virgin spinster,
and despair tugged her heart. She didn’t want to be alone any more, and the flames of desire in
Nikos’s eyes told her