A Taste of Greek (Out of Olympus #3) Read Online Free PDF

things made him even more appealing than she had found him at first sight.
    After she finished her last bite, he leaned forward and said something in Greek.
    Penny took a sip of her wine, meeting his incredible brown eyes over the brim. “Yes, I’d love to dance with you.”
    “Ah, so you do understand, but you don’t speak it?”
    “I’m sure you’d laugh at my terrible accent.”
    “Maybe you only need a little practice.” Hermes winked at her and stood, taking her hand and leading her to the area in front of the band. He held her close to him, swaying gently to the music. His hand slipped down her back, sending a cascade of tingles along its path. He pulled her close, and she was lost in his spicy scent, his warmth, the softness of his touch. She was close to swooning again.
    He held her like that, rubbing his sinful body against hers while the music played. She rested her head on his shoulder and knew at that moment that she didn’t want the night to end. All she wanted at this moment was to
go home with this man, wherever home was, and make love to him the whole night long.
    The thought quickened her breath. All of a sudden she was acutely aware of every inch of him—every inch that was pressed against her. His solidness, his heat, his strength. She swallowed as his breath caressed her neck. She could take one night off from work. So what if she’d just met him and didn’t know anything about him except that he was a messenger, a messenger named Hermes. A messenger named Hermes who spoke Ancient Greek.
    It was crazy. She was crazy. She pulled back. She couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Not right now.
    A flash of confusion filled his eyes. “Is everything all right?” Hermes asked.
    “Yes. Of course, wonderful. I uh, well, it’s late. I need to get back to my grandmother.”
    “Your grandmother?” he asked.
    “She took a bad fall recently. I’ve been taking care of her.” She was babbling again, saying anything that came to mind, hoping to mask the truth—that she didn’t trust herself around this gorgeous man. She needed to think, she needed to breathe.
    He smiled down at her. “She’s lucky to have you.”
    “I’m lucky to have her,” Penny countered.
    He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to run away from me.”
    “I’m not, I promise.” Liar, liar, pants on fire . “I, uh, I’ve had a wonderful time.”
    Hermes walked her back to the table where she picked up her shawl. After he paid the bill, they walked out the door and toward the waterfront. The night was breezy and held a slight chill in the air. He moved closer to her.
    “I’d like to see you again,” he said, stopping to stare out at the moon hanging low over the glassy sea.
    “I’d like that, too,” she whispered. And it was true. She would like that. The timing wasn’t right.
    Without another word, Hermes leaned down and kissed her. Softly at first, his lips barely brushing hers. And then he was pulling her closer, her breasts pressing against his hard chest, his strong arms banding around her as his mouth claimed hers. She lost herself in the feel of him. In his taste. In the perfect way they seemed to fit together. She wanted him to touch her again, intimately. Erotic images flashed through her mind—his lips on her breasts, his hands sliding down her belly.
    Her hand moved down his strong chest, and a small moan escaped her lips. Her cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment.
    “Okay,” she said breathlessly. She shouldn’t let this go any further. She had to stop now or she wouldn’t be able to control herself around him, control what she might do. This was a man who would occupy her mind for a long time to come. She couldn’t afford that. Not now.
    “How about tomorrow night?” he asked.
    “Hmm.” She licked her lips. She wanted to say yes. So badly. But she couldn’t. “I need to check my calendar. It’s a busy time at the university right now.” She glanced down at the