His fingers moved up, traced the shape of her breasts, and she arched into his touch. “Look at me, Lexi. You don’t have to hide from this.”
She did, and his gaze held hers. She took his mouth in a hard kiss that stoked the flames in his eyes a little more. “I won’t hide anymore, Nikos, or hold back. I want everything you can give me.”
His fingers kept moving over her body, over her breasts, her hips, until they came to rest on her butt. He cupped her and pulled her close. The heavy weight of his arousal pressing into her belly, it was the most sinful sensation ever.
Every muscle in her body turned into molten liquid, ready to be molded into whatever he wanted. She gripped his nape and wrapped her legs around his hips. His breath coated her skin, his fingers found the seam of her bra all the while he nibbled at her lips.
He was everywhere, in her breath, in her skin, in her every cell, and she wanted to do nothing but sink into him, to give herself over into his hands.
Suddenly, he wasn’t kissing her anymore, and Lexi whimpered. Her heart slowly returning to its normal beat, she blinked and realized why he had stopped.
Nikos’s head of security stood on the other side of the pool. His thumb running over her cheek, Nikos grinned. “We’re not done.”
Lexi nodded and tried not to sink back into the wall. Her breathing still choppy, she moved to stand behind Nikos, heat streaking her cheeks.
She watched Nikos talk to the other man with increasing agitation, until a curse flew from his mouth that reverberated in the silence. Her gut feeling heavy, Lexi reached him just as his head of security left. She clasped Nikos’s arm, despite the angry energy pouring off of him. “Nikos, what happened?”
“Venetia and Tyler have been gone all afternoon.” He clicked Call on his cell and waited. “And she’s not picking up.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean they’ve been—”
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, the color leaching from his skin. “The maids saw her pack a bag. Tyler’s clothes are missing, too. And apparently one of her friends picked them up in a boat. They have left.” She stilled as another curse fell from his mouth, ringing with his worry.
Without another word to her, he was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN Lexi Nelson, delusional coward extraordinaire, decided to finally live her life and throw herself at a six-foot-three-inch hunk of Greek alpha male who had a woman in every city?
Said Greek stud apparently lost all interest in sex because his sister ran away to God-knows-where with her lover, who happened to be Lexi’s best friend, in tow.
So instead of living her fantasy, Lexi was getting a peek into Athens’s nightlife with Nikos alternately cursing and glowering at her, apparently having easily dismissed any attraction he had felt for her in the first place.
This time, she was really pissed off with the Greek heiress.
Lexi had known Venetia had cared for Tyler, but she hadn’t expected her to spirit Tyler away from under her brother’s nose. All because Tyler had kissed Lexi.
If only Venetia knew the truth...
In her heart, Lexi was glad Venetia had refused to allow Tyler to simply bow out of her life. If only she could take away the guilt and worry shining in Nikos’s eyes...that and the fact Nikos hadn’t even looked at her, much less touched her again.
Every night for the past four days, Nikos, intent on interrogating every man or woman Venetia had ever spoken to, or even looked at, had dragged her to a multitude of dazzling nightclubs and lavish penthouses, each more decadently rich and sophisticated than the last.
This view into his sphere of life had her senses spinning. For the first two days, she had been awed, almost enjoying the glimpse she was getting into a life she could only imagine about.
Except each visit had steadily chipped away at her already frayed self-confidence. Everywhere they went women—tall, beautiful and sexy—threw themselves at Nikos. She might as well have been an alien existing in a different galaxy.
Really, it was a testament to the man’s focus, and his love for his sister, that he hadn’t spared any of them even a second look.
She was beginning to believe Nikos might have been delirious that evening four days ago. She would have easily called herself delirious, except she couldn’t forget how mind-bendingly good it had felt to be cradled against his powerful body, how the simple caress of his mouth against her neck had branded her.
Had his desire for her already cooled off? She’d braced for that to happen after, not before he even kissed her again. And it stung.
With a curt “stay here,” he had dumped her in the private lounge of the nightclub almost forty-five minutes ago.