A Perfect Wife: International Billionaires V: The Greeks by Caro LaFever

Author:Caro LaFever [LaFever, Caro]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945007040
Publisher: ViVaPub
Published: 2016-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The beauty of a male, this male, took her breath away.

This laugh was nothing like the ugly sounds he’d made earlier when it had been clear he’d been suffering some terrible agony. This laugh lit his eyes like his grins did. His cheeks creased and his teeth flashed white in the sun.

And the sound.

The masculine sound of amusement rumbled from him and across the table and into her like a rolling wall of mutual connection. Natalie sucked in a breath and realized her determination to keep this man away from her and her tempted soul was in vain. The laugh rolled right through her and settled deep within her heart.

The heart he didn’t want but might already hold in his grasp. God help her.

His laughter ebbed, but a smile stayed. One of those gut-wrenching smiles of his. “It’s bitter isn’t it?”

Yes, yes. Very bitter. The bitter knowledge she’d fallen for this man. The bitter reality that she hurt when he hurt. The bitter awareness that she wanted desperately to make him laugh and smile every day instead of torture himself with his past… Yes, yes. It was very bitter.

She stared at him. With fear and want and terrible love.

He stared right back. With a wisp of laughter continuing to light those chestnut eyes, and something else, something calling to her female body. To her female passion.

With a wrench, as if he’d been suddenly released from his bonds, he leaned forward and slipped a blunt finger across the skin of her cheek. The soft, gentle touch contrasted with the expression on his face.

One of purpose and intent. One of masculine pursuit.

Nat trembled. Everything inside her trembled. With fear and want and impossible love.

His finger slid across to her mouth, slowly slipped between her lips. Touching her wetness, touching her soul. Rocking her from her center, her certainty that she had no use for men. That she didn’t want a man who couldn’t be trusted, who couldn’t love.

“Mágissa.” The nickname, whatever it meant, no longer sounded like a curse. She watched his lips form the word and it whispered out like a caress, zipping down her spine. Helplessly, she stared at his mouth, the firm upper lip and the contrasting lush lower one. The memory of his kiss, the passion and the pain, came to her. The agonized groan he’d made that had called to every one of her female instincts. To soothe this wounded man, to heal him, and make him whole with her love.

Her terrible, impossible love.

“Mágissa,” he said again. Calling to her, winding around her. He leaned forward, those male lips coming closer and closer. Nat found nothing inside her she could use to pull away.

“Eínai óla entáxei? Thélete káti?” The waiter’s voice jarred her and saved her.

Aetos jerked back in his seat and scowled at the young man standing by their table. A few sharp Greek words made the waiter flush and leave in a hurry.

Those eagle eyes flew to meet hers again.

“What did he want?” she croaked.

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