Bought Greek's Bride

Sandor shrugged. “I love my mother. To withhold that information from her if I had it would be wrong. It would breach the trust we have between us. I won’t risk her being further hurt.”

Wow. How could she help loving this man?

“But what if you are wrong?”

“Then he would have come for her in all this time.”

It was a telling argument. “What about you? Don’t you want to know him?”

“He deserted my mother, he abandoned me though he did not know about me. He is not a man I want in my life.”

“Your grandfather kept them apart.”

“There was only one letter, Ellie, not ten, not five, not even two. Just one. He struck out on the first swing and never picked up the bat again.”

“You can’t imagine doing that, can you?”

“No. Not when it pertains to something important to me.”

“I’m stubborn, too, you know.”

“We have established that, yes.”

“I believe you are wrong.”

“I believe I would rather discuss the way your nipples taste and how they harden and swell against my tongue.”

Shocked, her mouth opened on a gasp, but no other sound came out. Under the bright, fluorescent lights in the kitchen, the look he gave her was hot and wicked. It seemed so out of place in the cheery room and yet…not. This man and his earthy sensuality fit into her life in surprisingly adept ways.

Because as startling as his unrefined words had been, they had also aroused her. She licked her lips, tasting tea and the honey she’d used to sweeten it. “That’s not something a person usually discusses.”

“But I like telling you how sweet you taste, how good you feel inside my mouth.”

Her breath stilled somewhere between inhaling and exhaling. “You can be very…basic.”

He leaned forward and brushed the back of his knuckles over one—yes, very erect—nipple.

She moaned.

He smiled, a man who clearly liked the impact he had on her. “I think despite your prim public image, primitive excites you. You like to hear these words from me.”

He was right, but no other man she’d ever known would have considered saying such a thing, not to make the first comment, much lesstell her that she liked it . For goodness’ sake. Sandor was so different. Was that why she was drawn to him?

He defied the molds life would say he had to fit inside…just as she tried to. Or thought she did.

“You think I’m prim?” She looked down at the simple Albert Nipon suit in oyster shell silk she’d chosen to wear to dinner with his mother. Though its chic styling was form-fitting, it wasn’t exactly sexy. The jacket buttoned up as a top showed nothing of her unimpressive cleavage and the skirt stopped modestly just shy of her knees. “Do you think I dress too conservatively?”

“The way you dress is perfect for you, Ellie. I like knowing that the rest of the world looks at you and sees what appears to be a coolly elegant woman, but I know that under the prim facade is a body made just for mine that responds with an uninhibited passion that delights me.” His knuckles continued to brush up and down over her sensitized nub. “And sometimes you dress more provocatively than I think you intend to.”

“You don’t believe Iintend to provoke you?” She could barely breathe, much less think with the way he touched her and the sensual timber of her voice saying such intensely erotic things just for her.

“I do not believe you have any idea how very sexy I find both the prim little suits or clothing like the dress you had on last night.”

She’d wanted to be sexy the night before. Ithad been on purpose, but he didn’t know that? “Why do you say that?”

“If you did, you would never have questioned the passion between us.”

A man’s brain was certainly a mysterious puzzle, especially Sandor’s. “Was I supposed to read your mind?”

He shrugged. “I hope you now have a better basis to draw your conclusions from.”

“I suppose I do.” She grabbed his wrist, stopping that tantalizing touch that was melting her brain and other body parts. “I felt the passion in you before…leashed,” she got out, “but I doubted my instincts when you did nothing to act on it.”

“And now?”

She took a deep breath, but it didn’t help get her senses under control. Her breasts felt full inside the lacy cups of her bra and the breath actually made them move against the silky fabric, arousing her further. She bit back a moan and closed her eyes, trying to find her control in blackness behind her lids. “Now I concede that we are very good together that way.”