“Okay.”

“But I don’t want you bored … especially in bed.”

“My God, Morgan, I could never be bored in bed with you.”

“No?”

“No! When we’re together it’s not about sex … its about me showing you how much you mean to me. How much I cherish you. How much I worship you. When I touch you, Morgan, I’m telling you that nothing is more important to me than you, and that I love you with all of my heart, and all of my soul.”

“Really?”

“Really.” His gaze searched hers. “All I have wanted for these past five years is to have you come home. I want you home. Morgan, please come home with me—”

“Yes.” She reached up, cupped his cheek, drawing his face toward hers. She kissed him, deeply, and a shiver raced through her as his tongue met hers, teasing her. “Yes. I’m staying with you, going home with you, back to Athens.”

“Even though you hate that white ice cube tray?” he asked, turning his mouth into her hand and kissing her palm.

Another delicious shiver ran through her and she smiled. “But would you mind if I added a few colorful rugs? A few paintings … some throw pillows?”

“Maybe what we really need is a new house for a fresh start—”

“No.”

“Yes. I don’t like the house, either.”

“What?”

He laughed softly. “I hate it. It’s awful. I never liked it. Not while they were building it, and not even when we moved in, but I thought you did like it, so I never told you.”

“I think we have a slight communication problem,” she said drily.

“You think?” he teased, pressing her backward onto the bed, and then stretching out over her, his long hard body covering hers.

“We need to work on it.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, kissing her throat and pushing the covers down to bare her breasts. “We’re going to have to start talking more,” he said, alternately kissing and licking the slope of her breast.

She sighed and arched as he latched onto one of her tight, pebbled nipples. “Okay,” she gasped, desire coiling in her belly.

“Do you like this?” he asked, as he stroked down her flat belly.

“Um, yes.”

“And this?” he asked, his fingers slipping between her legs.

She gasped as he caressed her most sensitive spot. “Yes. And I’m glad we’re talking … but do we have to do it now?”

She felt his silent laughter as his teeth scraped her nipple. “No,” he answered. “I’d much rather just concentrate on you, and making you come.”

“Good.”

She gasped again as his fingers slipped down, where she was slick and wet, and then caressed up over the nub again. “Drakon?”

“Yes, gynaika mou?”

“Make love to me. And love me. Forever.”

He shifted, bracing his weight on his arms and looked down into her eyes for an endless moment. “Always. Always, and forever, until I die.”

EPILOGUE

“WILL YOU DO it, Logan? Cover for me for a few days so Drakon and I can have a brief getaway?” Morgan asked, speaking calmly into the phone, trying to sound relaxed, even though she was frustrated with Logan for dodging her calls for the past week. “You’d just be a point person for a few days, if there are any communication issues, but I doubt there will be.”