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Instead she wound her arms round his neck and responded with an eagerness that scared her, that she would regret later, but which at that moment seemed the right and proper thing to do.
    Miranda had never before lost control of her body. It was a new experience to use it so blatantly, arching herself against the rock-hard strength of Theo, allowing him to probe the soft receptive moistness of her mouth. Her mind stood apart from all this, watching as if from a great height, scandalised by what it saw, but unable to do anything about it.
    Arms of steel fastened about her, securing her soft pliant body, making sure there was no escape, even supposing she had wanted to. One hand moved to hold firm the back of her head, fingers sliding beneath the gossamer-light strands of her hair. The other moved with calculated expertise over the nakedness of her back.
    Such was the power of him, Miranda felt as though he was branding her with a red-hot iron. From shoulder to hip he traced every curve, each bone in her spine, her smooth scented skin, slow inch by slow inch. Like a blind man he felt the shape of her, building up a physical picture as well as a visual one.
    It did not occur to her to wonder why he was doing this, it was sufficient for the moment that he found her attractive enough to want to kiss her—and she could not deny that she found the experience exciting.
    Without question it aroused in her a passion that had remained undiscovered during her marriage to Georgios. The eager pressure of his lips which moved sensually over hers, the strong arms moulding her to him, the fingertips creating sensations of their own, all these were intent on extracting an uninhibited response.
    She clung unconsciously to him, running her fingers through the black wiriness of his hair, feeling the shape of his head, aware of the quickened heartbeat that throbbed against her breast.
    This was not simply an experiment to test her reaction, or if it had been it was one no longer. Theo was as physically excited as she, enjoying the feel of their half-naked bodies together.
    When he muttered, ‘Chryso mou,’ against her mouth she had no idea what it meant, but it sounded as though it might be something nice, so she moved against him, moaning softly as wave after wave of sheer erotic pleasure cascaded through her.
    His mouth sought the delicate lobes of her ears, nibbling and kissing, creating fresh torrents of awareness. But it was not until his hand cupped her breast, sliding beneath the flimsy material that protected it, making her gasp with sheer unexpected pleasure, that she abruptly came to her senses.
    For pity’s sake, what was she doing? Why was she letting this monster of a man maul her? And why, a more important question, had she enjoyed the experience? Could go on enjoying it if sanity had not come to her rescue.
    ‘You swine!’ The words were choked out of her. ‘You despicable swine! How dare you do this to me!’ Her cheeks felt inflamed, and she knew that her eyes would be very green, they always were when she was cross.
    Humour softened for a brief moment the angular lines of his face as he dropped his hands and stood away from her. ‘You could have stopped me any time you wanted. You cannot accuse me of forcing myself on you. But as a matter of fact I did wonder how far you would let me go.’
    Miranda glared, her shoulders hunched, arms crossed defensively over her chest. ‘And how far would you have gone, I wonder, if I hadn’t stopped you? What type of a man are you, to make love to your brother’s wife?’
    ‘If you were Georgios’s wife, I can’t say I would think much of you.’ He ran a comb through his hair, and no one looking at him would guess the emotions raging through him seconds earlier. ‘But as Georgios says you’re not, and he should know, you leave me in no doubt that you’re the gold-digger I suspected. One Alexidis is as good as another, is that it?’
    ‘Georgios is worth ten of you,’ she said