Her hand lifted to her throat as she stared back at him in disbelief. All the expensive tutors and polished manners couldn't mask the entitled, spoiled child lurking beneath the surface of the younger woman.
Her entitlement radiated outwards, a palpable wave of self-importance that clashed sharply with Dani's gentle humility. Gina didn’t care about anyone else. She was utterly self-absorbed, unconcerned with the feelings or needs of others.
She loved the idea of him—the status, the money, the photo ops,the lifestyle. She belonged to a world he’d gladly left behind. Dani was his future.
“Goodbye, Gina,” he said. “Demetrius will show you out.”
Alexandros felt the tension bleed out of him as Demetrius escorted a stunned Gina out of the villa and to her car. He breathed a sigh of relief when the front doors of the villa closed behind the two, cutting off Gina’s furious threats.
A slow, devilish grin curved his lips. Now, to do what he had been fantasizing about. Rubbing his hands together, he exited the salon and climbed the stairs. His heart already pounding for an entirely different reason as he neared his and Dani’s bedroom.
He entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. The bathroom door was ajar, the ambient light casting a halo into the dim room. He heard the shower.
A low chuckle slipped from him when he heard Dani’s voice.
“Touch him again, and I’ll hide your body in one of the villa’s ten thousand olive urns. No jury would convict me.”
A pause.
“Oh, and if he tries to kiss me before he brushes his teeth, I’ll bite his tongue. No, no. I can’t do that. He does such wonderful things with his tongue. I love it when he?—”
The sound of Dani’s curse followed by a low moan of desire pulled him forward. There was something sexy in a woman who could make death threats sound adorable.
He shed his clothes quickly—shoes, shirt, shorts, briefs—then padded into the bathroom. Steam wrapped around him, caressing his skin.
Dani stood in the shower, her back to the tiled wall, red curls plastered to her shoulders, one foot propped lazily on the small ledge as she—. His breath caught as he watched, mesmerized, as her hand caressed the sensitive spot between her legs.
She looked up and saw him—and her entire body flooded with intense desire. She wanted him—but not with Gina’s lipstick and scent on him.
“You better not even think about kissing me until you brush those teeth, Romeo.”
He didn’t say a word. He just grabbed his toothbrush and the toothpaste and calmly went to work scrubbing his teeth like a man on a mission.
She watched, her eyes sparkling with invitation as she continued to rub the hidden jewel he loved to tease with his tongue. His gaze never wavered as she traced a path from her belly to her breast with her free hand, cupping the soft globe. Her eyelids drooped languidly, her lips parting in a slow, sexy smile that hinted at untold desires.
“You’re brushing while naked. That’s oddly… erotic. Still not sure it’s enough. I think I need something… more.”
He spat, rinsed, and flicked water from his mouth like a wet lion, then carefully replaced the toothbrush on the corner shelf.
His gaze lifted to hers. Gleamed.
Challenge accepted.
Dani’s smile faltered into something softer. Hotter.
She extended her arm in silent invitation.
“It took you long enough to get rid of her,” she murmured, when he opened the glass door and stepped into the shower. She reached over and picked up the soap, lathering it on the washcloth before she began gliding it over his body. Her lips pursed as she followed a line of suds running down his chest. “I can’t stand the thought of you smelling like designer desperation.”
“I want you, Dani—only you. Always you,” he murmured, his voice low and thick as her hands traced down his torso.
Her touch was unhurried, reverent, and deliberate.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile when his cock twitched against her thigh. He leaned forward, relishing in the feel of Dani’s slick skin against his and the warmth of the water coursed over his shoulders as if they were standing under a waterfall. He kissed the pulse on her neck, running his tongue over it.
“You missed a spot,” he growled.
Her hand slid lower.
