Her Greek Romance aka Greek Encounter by Mona Risk Read Free Book Online Page A

of his gaze mirrored her own emotion, seeking permission.
    “Yes, please,” she answered the unspoken questions.
    Darkness had settled around them. A crescent moon floated in the sky. The night was their accomplice, the sea their protector, as the yacht slowly glided through the water. A world that belonged to them only. A paradise she never wanted to leave.
    “Would you come downstairs? To my room? I mean the room you used.”
    “Yes.” With her fingertip she smoothed the deep scowl creasing his forehead.
    “With me.” He specified, giving her a chance to refuse.
    She chuckled. “With you, of course. I hope you’d never think of dumping me on your big bed and leaving me alone.”
    “Never.” A bone-melting smile brightened his face. He crushed her mouth with a passionate kiss and scooped her up in his arms. Those comfortable arms where she could spend a lifetime without complaint.
    “Let’s go to your room, my handsome Greek.”
    Cradling her against his chest like a precious doll, he climbed down the stairwell to the sleeping deck, crossed the living room and opened his bedroom door. “In our traditions, a groom carries his bride over the threshold to his bedroom. It brings good luck for longtime happiness in the bedroom.”
    “Ah.” She pinched her lips with regret. “I’m just a guest here. A guest for a very short time.”
    “Maybe, but I believe in luck and traditions.” He lowered her to the floor and turned around to touch a switch. A soft round ribbon of light encircled the ceiling, allowing her to scan the room. Not that she was going anywhere with limp legs almost wobbling beneath her. She didn’t have to move. Stefano joined her right away, his smile indicating his determination to continue the pleasurable task he started on the deck.
     “Hmm, you’d be more comfortable without this.” Reaching for the shirt she hadn’t bothered to button, he slid it away and tossed it on the chair in the corner.
    His gaze caressed her naked breasts with excruciating slowness. Her breath jammed in her throat, her chest heaved up, and her nipples hardened.
    “Well,” she blurted, unable to withstand his examination and the heat inflaming her flesh under his intense gaze.
    “Beautiful.” His smile disappeared. He, too, seemed to have trouble breathing. His hands settled at her waist and his deft fingers unzipped and lowered her shorts. They fluttered to the floor in a yellow heap. She swallowed hard at the sight of her brand-new thong exposing her hips too generously.
    How on earth had she had the guts to buy that tiny triangle held together by two skinny laces? She’d never thought she’d really wear it, never guessed that a man would stare at the obscene little piece, his jaw sagging. The man she’d hope to impress tonight.
    “Gorgeous.” The conviction in his voice tickled her ego. He was impressed all right.
    “I bought it to show my girlfriends what a European bikini looks like. I never thought I’d wear it but—”
    “Please don’t feel embarrassed. I love that thing on you. I love it so much I am not going to remove it.” He captured her gaze and her pulse started a wild race. “Not yet.”
    “Oh.” Her knees buckled, but Stefano’s arms brought her hard against him. He covered her face with kisses and groaned as she slid her hands under his shirt and splayed them over his back. “It’s not fair. You’re…overdressed.”
    “You’re absolutely right. And I’m too hot. Help, please.” He chuckled and opened his arms wide, sending a frisson of pleasure down her spine. “Aren’t you going to remove the damn shirt?”
    She nodded with a rueful smile and yanked the shirt over his head to throw it aside. Her fingers skated over the expanse of bronze flesh and rippling muscles.
    “I want to—” She focused on his hard nipples, inched close enough to circle the tantalizing pebbles with the tip of her tongue. With a grunt, he pressed her head against his chest. She tasted the