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because the truth is, you want her. And you haven’t wanted anyone like this in a very long time. But it’s not right, not fair, not proper .
    They were on a side street, lit dimly by only the moonlight through the olive and poplar trees. Kevin didn’t realize he had made his decision until he heard his own dark quiet voice, nearly a whisper.
    “Now, Layla. It’s time.”
    He came to a stop and looked at her. Her eyes caught the moonlight and her lips shimmered when she moved them as if to protest. But she stayed silent.
    “It doesn’t mean anything, understand?”
    “I’m not fifteen. Stop insulting me. I’ll taste like Greek food and wine.”
    “I will, too.” Kevin gently put his arm around her waist and pulled her in. He smelled her dark perfume.
    This isn’t how it should be, not how it would be. I would say wonderful things to her. She’d go crazy for me. This is wrong. I want her to want this—to want me. Shit .
    He brought down his lips ever so lightly at first, merely brushing hers. His knees nearly buckled when she pulled in his head and pressed her lips hard against his, parting them with her hot tongue. He groaned in protest, then again louder in pleasure as she explored his mouth and angled hers better to go deeper. She tasted sweet and spicy from the wine. Her perfume filled his head and his cock throbbed in response at her continued assault.
    Then he kissed back.
    Kevin held her face still as he probed her mouth and lavished her cheeks and chin and eyes and forehead with quick wet kisses, moving again and again to her lips. He pulled her to a garden wall for support, moving to her neck, licking and nipping at her earlobe.
    Oh wait oh wait. What the fuck …?
    “Layla, whoa.” He pulled back only to see that her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and red. “Damn,” he breathed softly.
    She opened her eyes, revealing misty dark pools. “No good?”
    “Oh, no. Quite good. It’s just that…shit.” Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, mumbled another curse, and pushed her against the wall.
    “More practice.”
    He stared into her eyes, and as she smiled ever so slightly, he came undone. He brought his mouth hard onto hers, gently biting her lips, sucking them as she moved her hands along his arms and through his hair. She worked her way down his stomach and brushed her palm against his warm skin, dipped her fingers beneath his jeans to play with his course hairs. Her constant erotic moaning drove him insane. She flicked her tongue in his ear, and he pulled her back to his mouth, pushing his erection against her.
    “See what you do to me? Damn it, Layla, it was supposed to be a little kiss. Stop that groaning. Oh God, don’t stop that groaning. Kiss me. Layla, my God…”
    He felt lightheaded as electricity rushed through his entire body, setting his nerve endings on fire. All his blood seemed to have pooled to his groin.
    Stop !
    “Okay. Enough practice.” He pulled back and saw her eyes were still closed. He shook her slightly, watching as she opened her eyes, nodding. “Good, then, that’s over with,” Layla whispered, wiping her hand across her mouth before straightening her dress.
    What a disaster. Send her home, now. You simply can’t stand by and watch another man leer at her, let alone touch her .
    They walked in silence to the hotel, without making stops, without holding hands. Kevin’s mind reeled. What excuse would he make for sending her home? Would Ardros buy it? Of course, it wouldn’t matter terribly to him. How would he tell Layla? She’d be devastated. He’d pay her in full, and perhaps she wouldn’t be so angry. They walked up the winding steps to the hotel entrance and moved to her room.
    Layla put her finger to her mouth and her ear to the door. She pulled the pistol from her handbag, holding it next to her ear. “Holy shit, what’s that for? You don’t need…”
    Layla rolled her eyes and returned the pistol to her bag. “That was brilliant, Irish. He knows