Page 72 of A Diamond Deal
His sternum tensed.
She gasped. ‘You’re still hard.’
‘It will go away.’ He rolled onto his side, his face turned away from her, and shut off the light.
‘Konstantinos—’
‘Go to sleep, Poppy,’ he said, and pulled the coverlet over his shoulders. His mind buzzed. With too many thoughts. Too many incoherent things. They were only flashes. Flashes of the sea. Of weeds.Of Isaak.
His son’s face bloomed to life in his mind. His scalp a mass of straight black hair. Hair he’d raised to his nose.Inhaled.
Emotion too thick—too fast—clogged his throat. He fought the urge to reach for her. Wrap his arms around her small frame.
He would control his fingers. He would not reach for her hip—drag her closer—into him. He would not bury his nose into her hair.Inhale her.He would not hold her.
He closed his eyes, and Konstantinos prayed that, whatever this was…this need to have her close…
It would go away.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A cold quietslipped inside the bed with Poppy.
It settled over the room, over her skin, and whispered into her ears.
She didn’t have to open her eyes.She knew.
Konstantinos was gone.
She rolled onto her stomach, pushed her face into the pillow. It hit her. His scent.Theirs.
The scent of heated desire long spent. Was it done? Did it feel like…closure?
It stirred in her stomach.Arousal.It narrowed to the sensitive place between her thighs.Tender.She felt him there. She felt him on her skin. Moving inside her.
She sat bolt upright—clutching the duvet to her chest.
The blinds were open. Only a little. Only enough to reveal the doors leading outside to the veranda. Her gaze swept over the room. It was chaos. Clothes—evidence—of what had happened yesterday was everywhere.
There hadn’t been evidence in this room for longer than she could remember. It had becomehisroom. Slowly, all of her things had left with her to the other side of the monastery. But she was here now. Her things were in his room.Shewas still inhisbed.
She should have gone back to her room. She should have treated this as what it was. A one-time thing. A last time. Because being here now…
It didn’t feel over.
It didn’t feel like closure.
She was still naked.Still aching.
She needed to leave.
Go back to her room.
Poppy threw the cover off and pushed herself to the end of the bed. She dropped to the floor, on her knees, and doubled over reaching for her bra…
‘Good morning,glikia mou.’
Her head snapped up. Her tangled hair heavy and knotted, it moved awkwardly on her scalp.
