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other arm around her waist and dragged her hard up
    against the solid length of his arousal straining urgently beneath his trousers.

    Rina was small and soft, and through his jacket he could feel the outline of her ripe curves that
    had proved such an unbearable temptation when she had stripped in the moonlight. She smelled
    of the sea; tasted of it too, he noted when he moved his mouth to her throat and stroked his
    tongue along her collarbone. He was used to women who wore designer clothes and drenched
    their skin in expensive perfumes, but there was something earthy, almost pagan, about this
    woman that struck a chord deep inside him. She was naturally sensual and totally in tune with
    her femininity, and instinct told him she would be a generous and adventurous lover.

    His eyes were drawn to the deep valley of her cleavage and with a tortured groan he claimed her
    mouth once more, crushing her soft lips beneath his while he slid his hand into the front of his
    jacket and stroked his fingers lightly over one of her full, firm breasts.

    He must have startled her because her whole body jerked with reaction, and, sensing her
    hesitation, he withdrew his hand, feeling a sharp tug of regret that he was denied the pleasure of
    caressing the erect point of her nipple. Theos , she was a sorceress; a sea-witch enticing him to forget everything but his desperation to sink his swollen shaft deep within her and possess her,
    but he could feel the sudden tension that gripped her, and calling on all his will power, he tore
    his mouth from hers and stared down at her, fighting for breath. ‘This is madness,’ he grated
    harshly. ‘If either of us had any sense we should return to the palace. But my sanity seems to
    have deserted me, Rina, so the choice is yours. Will you end this now and go back? Or stay and
    drink champagne with me in the moonlight?’

    It felt like a defining moment in her life, but Nikos had only asked her to drink champagne with
    him, Kitty reassured herself as she snatched oxygen into her lungs and tried to control the frantic
    thudding of her heart. He was watching her intently, waiting for her answer, and she gave a little
    shiver. No man had ever asked her to drink champagne on a beach in the moonlight; no man had
    ever kissed her the way Nikos had, or stirred the passion that had been locked deep inside her for
    so long.

    After a life spent adhering to duty and protocol Nikos Angelaki was like a breath of fresh air. He
    was dark and sexy and dangerous to know, but he made her feel daring—and the heat in his eyes
    made her feel desirable for the first time in her life.

    She swallowed and forced herself to meet his gaze, feeling as though she were about to cast
    herself over the edge of a precipice. ‘I love champagne,’ she whispered shyly, shocked by her
    temerity.

    He made no reply, and for a few agonising seconds she thought he had changed his mind and
    was going to send her away. But then he relaxed, and his slow smile stole her breath.

    ‘Come, then,’ he said, holding out his hand. His fingers closed around hers and even that tiny
    gesture was wonderfully new. She was twenty-six and she had never walked along a beach hand
    in hand with a lover, she thought despairingly. She didn’t know where the years had gone, but it
    seemed as though one minute she had been a child and suddenly she was a grown woman who
    had been so absorbed with her studies and her work for the museum that romance and boyfriends
    had bypassed her.

    She had taken on her share of royal commitments uncomplainingly because that was how she
    had been brought up: dutiful, obedient, always conscious of her position and grateful for the
    privileges that came with being a member of the royal family. But Nikos did not know she was a
    princess; he thought she was a waitress called Rina, and for a few hours she could be normal—
    just a woman who had met a man and was free to respond to the chemistry that smouldered
    between