"Good night." She strode back down the beach.
He observed her graceful walk, her hair piled on the back of her head, and her slender, elegant neck. His gaze lowered to her well-rounded hips, which swayed with every step. He flexed his hands, recalling the feel of her rump. Thank God the bones in his fingers had healed properly. There were times when a man needed nimble fingers.
Olivia woke Wednesday morning with thoughts of Robby. She snuggled under the blankets, closed her eyes, and remembered every delicious detail of the hottest kiss she'd ever indulged in. First he'd pulled her against him like a man losing control, then he'd hovered over her mouth like a man straining to regain control. His struggle had excited her, making her want to push him past the brink.
She didn't need to read his emotions. His desire and passion had been clear with every movement of his lips and every touch of his hands. He'd shown himself to be bold and demanding with the way he'd pulled her tight against his erection. Shocking, but so exciting.
She smiled to herself. There was something sweet about Robby, too. Something trustworthy that made her feel safe, even though her lie detecting skills didn't work on him.
She was beginning to like the fact that she couldn't read his emotions. For the first time in her life she'd been able to kiss a man only feeling her own emotions. Instead of the usual flood of lust pouring out of the guy, drowning her desires with his needs, she'd only felt herself. Suddenly, it had all been about her. Every shudder, every tingle, every heart-pounding sensation - it had all come from her. She liked it. She wanted more.
She wanted Robby.
With a sigh, she sat up. She couldn't call it love. She'd only known the man a few days. She couldn't fall in love that fast, could she?
Why not? An inner voice chided her. Robby MacKay was a gorgeous, sexy, fascinating man. And he wants you. She'd have to be made out of stone not to react to that.
But what if she was simply reacting to his desire? Or maybe she was fascinated with him because she couldn't read him. With a groan, she headed to the bathroom. She was overanalyzing again.
Hopefully, her grandmother was no longer angry with her. Last night, after she 'd climbed the stairs to the courtyard, Eleni had given her a stern look.
"Decent people should be in bed by now," she'd huffed. Then she'd tramped inside the house to her bedroom.
Olivia ventured into the kitchen. Her grandmother was sitting at the table, nibbling on bread, olives, and feta cheese. There was an aura of concern and worry, but no anger that Olivia could detect.
Eleni stood with a smile. "Sit down and eat, child. I'll fix you a cup of tea."
"Thanks." Olivia sawed off a piece of bread, then reached for the pot of honey.
"I went to the bakery early this morning and asked if anyone knew about a house owned by a foreigner on the other side of Petra."
Olivia frowned as she drizzled honey on her bread. "You're checking up on Robby?"
"Of course." Eleni plunked a cup of tea in front of her. "Don't you think you should know something about the man you're kissing?"
"I know a lot about him."
"You know his address?"
Olivia bit off a hunk of bread to keep from having to answer.
"I take that as a no." Eleni sat across from her.
"I know important things about him."
"Like how much he has in his checking account?" Her grandmother popped a morsel of feta cheese in her mouth.
Olivia snorted. "He's employed. And he's a sweet, considerate man."
"He was groping you like a...a squid with suction cups attached to your rump."
Olivia laughed.
Eleni huffed. "I wasn't making a joke, young lady. You barely know the man, but you were...I hope you don't make a habit of behaving like that."
"I don't. Believe me. I...I don't know how it happened. I've never gotten so carried away before."
Eleni's eyes softened. Obviously, she could tell her granddaughter was telling the truth. "Are you in love with him?"