Free The Greek Boss's Demand by Trish Morey Page B

the air that gave them both life but still wasn’t enough to sustain their need.
    His lips grazed hers, the barest touch, the hint of recollection strong and hypnotic, and then something like a groan, his need given voice, emanated fromdeep in his throat and his mouth meshed with hers at last. She responded in kind, parting her lips willingly as his urged her to, his taste in her mouth and his breath taking hers away. His hands splayed at her neck, down her back, sculpting her body as they travelled her length.
    For a moment his lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, and she looked heavenwards, gratefully gasping in much needed oxygen, before they sought her mouth once more and she welcomed him back, her hand raking through his hair. He was so much the same, this man she’d known before. So much the same and yet so different. So much more a man. So much more…
    The years melted away under the onslaught of his kisses, banished by a desire that had never changed, never diminished. His touch on her body was electric. Nerve cells kicked into life at his touch, skin goosebumped and tingled.
    All over her feelings were awakening at his touch—exquisite torture as still it was not enough. His lips and tongue duelled with hers while his hands were everywhere—her hair, her neck, her back, her thigh.
    Alex gasped as his hand slipped under her raised skirt and slid around to capture her behind. He responded by kissing her deeper, urging her closer against his obvious hardness.
    â€˜Alexandra,’ he murmured, nuzzling her ear, ‘I want you.’
    His words fed her own need, even as something inside told this was wrong. A kiss was going too far. And this was way beyond a kiss.
    He steered her back towards the desk, jamming her hard against it as his hand lifted the skirt on the other side.
    â€˜No,’ she whispered, her voice husky and raw. She pulled back, leaning over the desk, away from him, but he only took it as an opportunity for his hand to snare her breast. A sharp intake of air filled her lungs.
    â€˜No! Don’t, Nick. This shouldn’t be happening.’
    He pulled back, but only for a moment. ‘We’ve been through all that. This is exactly what should be happening.’ He leaned closer, aiming for her lips once more. ‘It’s time to stop fighting it.’
    Breath hissed through Alex’s clenched teeth.
    â€˜This is wrong!’
    He moved to kiss her and she swung her head away so his lips collided with her cheek.
    â€˜Stop playing games.’ His tone was brusque, annoyed, and his hands moved from her thighs to restrain her arms. ‘You want this as much as I do.’
    She turned her face back to his, painfully aware that her breath was coming in choppy bursts and trying to keep her voice level in spite of it. ‘And what does Sofia want? Doesn’t that matter too?’
    â€˜This doesn’t concern her. This is between you and me.’
    The anger his words created welled up inside her, giving her a strength she hadn’t realised she owned.She managed to free one hand, pulled it back and cracked it solidly against his cheek.
    He recoiled, looking almost amused—except for his eyes. They glinted at her, dark and menacing. She’d taken him by surprise, that much was sure, and he didn’t like it.
    â€˜How can you say that,’ she demanded, ‘when your engagement is to be announced in two days?’
    Beside her the fax machine beeped into life, snagging Alex’s attention. The brief notice spat out. A confirmation.
    The Sydney Daily had received the announcement she had sent through just minutes before. The day after tomorrow Sofia and Nick’s engagement would be official.
    For the first time Nick relaxed his hold and leaned back.
    â€˜What did you say?’ He spun away suddenly, both hands raking through his hair. Alex felt his departure as a sudden absence of heat but couldn’t afford to mourn the