Securing the Greek's Legacy by Julia James

Author:Julia James
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

IT WAS THE distant, distressed crying of an infant that awoke her from heavy sleep. Fully waking, she heard Georgy’s wailing. Instantly she was up, fumbling for her long-discarded nightdress and stumbling from the room towards her own. Stricken, she lifted his squalling body and clutched him tight. She never let him cry—never! Guilt smote her and she hugged him, swaying, soothing his little back until he eased, comforted and reassured finally that she was there and all was well. Slowly, very slowly, she eased him back into his cot, stroking his head.

A sound in the doorway made her turn. Anatole was there, naked but for a towel twisted around his hips, a questioning look on his face in the early light of the dawn.

‘Is he all right?’ he asked.

His voice was throaty, the timbre of it resonant.

She nodded dumbly as memory swept over her, hot and vivid. Dear God, had it really happened? Had she been swept off into Anatole’s arms, his bed? Could it be real? True?

Then he was walking up to her, enfolding her in his arms.

‘Come back to bed,’ he said.

The voice was huskier than before. Its message clear.

Desire was in his eyes.

He kissed her. Soft, then not so soft. Slipped his hand into hers, leading her away...

Much, much later they surfaced.

This time they did not sleep. This time pale daylight edged past the folds of the curtains, proclaiming the day. She lay in the crook of Anatole’s arm, half propped on soft pillows, drowsy. Fulfilled.

Hazed still with disbelief.

‘Georgy will be waking,’ she said. ‘He’ll be hungry.’

Anatole reached to the bedside table to glance at his watch. ‘The day awaits,’ he said. He turned back to kiss her softly. His eyes gazed down at her.

‘My lovely Lyn,’ he said. His eyes caressed her. ‘So very lovely.’

Then, with a decisive movement, he threw back the coverings and got to his feet. His nudity was overwhelming, sending her senses into overdrive. Ruffling his hair, as if to wake himself further, he disappeared into the bathroom. Lyn hurried to her bedroom, swiftly showering before Georgy awoke.

In the shower, her body seemed fuller somehow—more rounded. She was still in a daze, yet it had happened. Her body felt it in every stretched and extended muscle, felt it in the warm, deep glow within her. Her breasts were crested, and she could see with amazed wonder the soft marks of his caressing.

As warm water sluiced over her, the shower gel gliding sensuously over her skin, she felt again the echo of the heat that had consumed her.

She dressed hurriedly, pulling on a pair of leggings and shouldering her way into a long, dark blue jersey wool top, loose and comfortable. She dried and brushed her hair out rapidly, not troubling to tie it back, and it tumbled around her shoulders—wavy, wanton. For a moment she caught sight of herself in one of the long wall mirrors in the room, and her reflection stayed her.

Her eyes glowed with sensual memory.

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