ow, with the baby...?’
He nodded. ‘I’ve wanted you for a year. Only you. I told you—you haunted me.’
You haunted me.
Maggie’s mind was melting. She didn’t believe him.
‘You’re just saying that.’
Nikos looked imperious again. ‘Why would I lie?’
He moved closer. The air thickened. Suddenly Maggie couldn’t recall what they’d been talking about. It didn’t seem important...
Nikos reached out and cupped her jaw, moving a thumb across her lower lip. Little fires raced across her skin and an intense longing made her sway closer.
Now he was so close that she could smell him. Their bodies were almost touching. Every pulse point was going crazy, making her head light. She was sensitive all over. He wanted her. The sharp lance of relief should have shamed her, but it didn’t.
‘I need to know that you want this too,’ he said.
Nikos’s blunt demand struck right to her core. Did any woman not want him? Impossible. Could he not see how she hungered for him, even though she wished she didn’t? She couldn’t think straight...she could only say what she felt.
‘Yes.’
She had a moment of déjà vu. Thought back to that first night when he’d asked her if she wanted him. Made sure of it.
The past and the present were meshing. So when he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her all the way into his body, and she felt her softer curves moulding to his far steelier strength, she had no other thought in her head except, Yes, please.
His mouth touched hers and she fell into his kiss like a starving woman, tongue tangling with his, teeth nipping at the firm contour of his lower lip. He surrounded her with a heat and an intensity that thrilled her to her very core.
That she craved.
That she’d missed.
He pulled back. She was panting, but she didn’t care. His eyes glittered and his cheeks were flushed. His hands were on the straps of her dungarees, undoing them so that the front fell down. Maggie didn’t even have time to think about the fact that she was wearing a breastfeeding bra, because Nikos was pulling up her top and baring her to his hungry gaze.
‘Theos, Maggie, I have dreamt of this...of you.’
He undid her bra at the front and it sprang open. He took her breasts in his hands, thumbs moving back and forth across nipples sensitive enough to make her gasp. All she could see was his broad chest in front of her—still covered up. She needed to see him...to feel the heat of his skin against hers.
She reached for his buttons, undoing them. Volatile emotions swirled inside her, making her feel reckless like he’d made her feel a year ago, helping her justify making love to him.
But this wasn’t last year, this was now. A year later. Not past—present.
Realisation hit and her hands stopped.
Daniel.
She dislodged his hands, dragged her dungarees top back up to cover her breasts. ‘Wait...we shouldn’t be doing this.’
Nikos looked at her, hair ruffled, cheeks lined with colour, eyes glittering. ‘It’s inevitable whenever we’re in close proximity, Maggie.’
His shirt was half open, and even now her hands itched to reach out and touch the part of his chest that was bared.
She shook her head, even though every cell in her body protested at the interruption. ‘The last time we did this I got pregnant.’
Nikos felt dazed, drunk with lust, but her words cut through the fog of desire.
Maggie took another step back and he had to curb the reflex to reach out and tug her back. Christos, what did this woman do to him? He struggled to regain control, cool his blood. But it was hard when her breasts were all but falling out of her clothes and her face was flushed.