One Hot Chase (Hot Brits #12)

Chapter Fourteen

Declan

The Mediterranean sun is just beginning to set, lighting the sky on fire with shades of gold and red. The air seems infused with ancient mysteries, as if I might catch them in midair. What rot. When did I become a poetic moron? I watch while Sabrina's eyes grow larger and she takes in the grandeur of the Parthenon and the Acropolis as a whole. We both admire the massive marble columns. Her expression reminds me of a child in a candy store, and I do my best to stifle the laugh that wants to emerge from my lips. Who knew ruins could be so invigorating? I've seen quite a few before, but this is Bree's first time.

I seize her hand, tugging her toward one of the massive columns. Her slender fingers feel warm and delicate in mine, and for a moment, I wonder if she'll pull away. But she doesn't. As we approach one of the corner columns, I lean against it and cross my arms over my chest. Sabrina stands in front of me, her hair a tousled mess, her cheeks flushed from the climb up the Acropolis hill. She is breathing hard, but there's a spark in her green eyes that makes my cock begin to rouse.

"So, are you a history buff now?" I ask. "I thought you would be more interested in romance films and bad reality TV."

One corner of her mouth ticks upward. She crosses her arms in a defiant mimic of my pose. "I have depths you haven't even begun to plumb. Besides, this is research."

"Research, eh?" I let my gaze linger on her for a moment longer than necessary. "For what? A new insurance policy on ancient artifacts?"

Her lips press into a thin line, and for a second, I think she might be genuinely annoyed. Then she shrugs, and the tension breaks like a popped balloon. "I'm an insurance underwriter. That means I don't sell people insurance, I assess the risk of giving someone coverage. I take my responsibilities seriously and triple check all my calculations to make sure they're accurate. But a playboy like you probably doesn't know the meaning of the word responsibility."

I guide her away from the Parthenon, heading lower down the slope of the Acropolis toward another monument I think she'll enjoy. "I'm not immune to responsibility, you know. But I do believe it's often overrated. As for adventure...I'm ready and willing to take on that risk anytime, anywhere."

"You know I'm willing too. I've never had this much fun---ever."

I slip an arm around her shoulders as we walk. "We haven't even gotten to the most exciting bits yet."

Bree gazes at the ruins that surround us, seeming awed by the grandeur. She halts and gazes up at me. "You definitely know how to show a girl a good time."

"Just wait. I have more magic tricks up my sleeve."

"I have no doubts you do."

She may act as if she doesn't care about me, but I can read her like an open book. The sort with naughty pictures in it. Yes, it's possible I am an arrogant sod.

"Well then, Miss Remington, shall I perform a trick for you?" I gesture toward the winding path that leads down from the Parthenon. "I know a little taverna nearby. Best souvlaki in Athens. What do you say we grab a bite to eat and see where the evening takes us?"

"That's not magic."

"Oh, you'll change your mind about that once you've seen the taverna."

Sabrina's eyes lit up at the mention of food, and I can practically see her mouth watering now. "Lead the way. I'm starving after all this historical exploration."

Though I'm desperate to make love to this woman again, I won't do it right here. I have another location in mind. Before I found Sabrina on the Acropolis hill, I had done a bit of research on my mobile. I had visited Athens once before, but I hadn't bothered to learn the layout of the Acropolis. By the time I began my march up the hill, I had become somewhat of an expert on the various monuments I would find here. That information gave me a fantastic idea.

I offer her my arm. "Let's go to a different location inside the Acropolis complex."

"Sure, let's go."

As we leave the Parthenon, I escort Sabrina down the path known as the Sacred Way, which will lead us to our ultimate destination. The quickly fading sun casts long shadows across the ancient stones of the monuments that lie scattered within the Acropolis complex. I find myself stealing glances at Sabrina as we stroll hand in hand.

She notices me looking and raises her brows. "See something you like?"

I chuckle, not bothering to hide my appreciation. "Just admiring the view. It isn't every day that I get to escort a stunning woman through one of the world's most beautiful cities."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Wilde."

"On the contrary," I retort with a smirk, "I find flattery gets me everywhere, especially with you." I pause, drawing her closer as we approach our destination. "And I do mean everywhere ."

Sabrina's lips tick up at one corner. "I'm a divorcee, Your Knightliness. All your smooth talk flies right past me."

"Does it? Then how do you explain your behavior in the Beaufort Bar?" I slide my hand down to her arse and give it a squeeze, making her suck in a sharp breath. "See? I can push your buttons with such ease."

"Are you planning to stand here all night fondling my ass?"

"No, I mean to caress your bottom in various locations."

I clasp Bree's hand, guiding her toward our destination. We come to a stop in front of a structure much smaller than the Parthenon. This temple features elegant columns that are quite reminiscent of that structure. I can see well enough in the deepening twilight to steer Sabrina toward a particular column. Her lips fall open as she examines the surroundings.

"This is the Propylaia," I explain, gesturing to the damaged edifice before us. "It's a monumental gateway that separates the secular and religious quarters of the Acropolis."

Sabrina turns to me, seeming rather impressed. "You really know your stuff, don't you? I hadn't pegged you for an ancient history buff."

"I'm a man of many talents, pet." I wink, enjoying the way her cheeks flush at my suggestive tone. "I intend to demonstrate those talents tonight."

"Really? I assumed your talents were limited to looking pretty and making sarcastic comments."

I lay a hand over my heart in mock offense. "You wound me, darling. I'll have you know I'm gifted in many disciplines. Ancient history happens to be one of my more...academic pursuits."

She aims her curious gaze at me. "And what other pursuits might you have, Mr. Wilde?"

"Don't be coy, Bree. You know full well what my private hobbies involve."

"Tap the brakes, Casanova. I'm not that easy to seduce."

"Pretend that's true if you like. But who said anything about seduction?" I graze my thumb across her bottom lip. "I was merely suggesting we explore the Propylaia."

As we approach the massive gateway, I tip my head back to admire the monumental nature of the structure. After a moment, I glance round to make certain no one else is in the vicinity. Bree seems enchanted by the structure, but I wait until the last stragglers have finally exited the area, and we are alone, before I make my play.

Sabrina rises onto her tiptoes, peering deeply into my eyes. "Guess you wanted a private viewing of the Propuh-whatsit."

I pull her tightly against me as my cock begins to swell. The feel of her body against mine always does that to me. "No, darling, I intend to fuck you."

"You don't mean in this exact spot."

"That's precisely what I mean." I pull her skirt up little by little until I can feel her cream dribbling onto my fingers. I can't resist sucking in a long draft of her heady scent.

Sabrina's eyes flare wide, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. "Declan, we can't possibly...Not here. This is an ancient monument, a revered piece of world history."

I grin at her scandalized tone. "That's what makes it exciting, love. Think of it as paying homage to the ancient Greeks. They were quite fond of a good shag, you know. And I swear we shall not deface even one centimeter of this column."

She glances around nervously, hugging herself. "But what if someone sees us? We've screwed outdoors, but never inside a sacred monument. What if security guards stumble onto us in the throes?"

"That's half the thrill, isn't it?" I murmur, my hands sliding up her sides. "But don't worry, I've been watching. The place is deserted."

Bree hesitates briefly, then a playful glint flickers in her eyes. "Well, when in Rome...or Athens, I suppose."

She is adorable when she reverts to her good-girl persona.

I flick my fingernail across her clit, and her eyes flash wide. "Precisely, darling. When in Athens..."

I press Sabrina against the cool marble of the column, my hands roaming her body with increasing urgency. When I nip at her earlobe, she moans with all the decadence of a courtesan.

"Declan," she breathes, her tits rising and falling heavily. "We really shouldn't...I kind of feel like I'd be breaking sacred laws or something."

Her protests fade as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. I can feel her resolve crumbling, her body melting against mine. My hands slide down to her thighs, hitching up her dress.

"Tell me to stop," I challenge, my voice husky. "Tell me you don't want this."

"Don't you dare stop." She grasps me by the collar of my shirt. Her lips collide with mine, urgent and demanding.

I waste no time as I drag my hands up her thighs and simultaneously plunge my tongue into her mouth. Sabrina whimpers, rocking her hips forward into my burgeoning erection.

"Impatient, are we?" I murmur, nipping at her lower lip.

"Shut up and fuck me already," she hisses.

I chuckle. "Whatever the lady wishes."

In one swift motion, I hoist her up and spin around, pinning her against the column. Sabrina wraps her legs around my waist, her dress bunching up at her hips. I hunt about in my trousers until I find a condom, then hurriedly roll it on. As I push her knickers aside, I tease her with my fingers until she's squirming against me. The ribbed condom must make her even randier than usual.

"Declan, please," she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Stop teasing."

I smirk, enjoying her desperation. "Patience, darling. Good things come to those who wait."

But I can't resist her for long. With a low groan, I free myself from my trousers and push into her welcoming heat so swiftly and deeply that we both gasp. Her head falls backward against the column as I begin a frantic pace of pummeling her body. Her head thrashes. Her fingers clutch my head, and her nails dig into my flesh. I don't give a damn, despite the pain.

"Fuck," I hiss, freezing for a moment to savor the sensations. "You feel incredible."

Sabrina rolls her hips impatiently. "Move, Declan. Now."

I oblige, setting a steady rhythm that has her moaning softly with each thrust. The risk of discovery adds an extra thrill, and I have to remind myself to keep quiet.

"Shh, love," I murmur against her neck. "Don't want to alert the guards, do we?"

Bree bites her lip, stifling a moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me on. The ancient marble column is cool against my palms as I brace myself, driving deeper into Sabrina's welcoming heat. The contrast of the cold stone and her warm skin is intoxicating. I can feel her pulse racing and see the flush spreading across her chest.

"Oh, Declan," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is...oh shit..."

I relish the way she falls apart in my arms, but we aren't done yet. "Enjoying our little history lesson, are we?"

Sabrina's response is cut off when I slam into her so deeply and thoroughly that she throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. I capture her lips in a searing kiss that muffles her moans as I continue to thrust into her, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The risk of discovery only heightens our passion, every sound amplified in the ancient stillness surrounding us.

I trail kisses down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it."

"Yes," she shouts. "God, yes. Don't stop."

I increase my pace, angling my hips to hit that spot I know makes her see stars. Her body clenches around me, and I can feel she's about to come thanks to the way her inner muscles pulsate. The feeling drives me mad.

"Come for me, love, do it now." My voice has grown so harsh that I hardly recognize it.

Sabrina's body freezes, her legs tightening around my waist as she finally reaches her peak. I capture her cry of release with my mouth, kissing her deeply as she shudders against me. The feel of her inner muscles pulsing around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into ecstasy with a muffled groan. Then I punch into her twice more, groaning and sagging against her as I unleash everything I have. For a moment, we stay locked together, breathing heavily as we come down from our shared high. The ancient stones of the Propylaia stand silent witness to our indiscretion.

"Well," Sabrina says shyly, "that was certainly one way to appreciate history."

I chuckle, carefully setting Bree down on her shaky legs. "Indeed. I'd say we've paid proper homage to Aphrodite herself."

Sabrina smooths down her dress, a flush still coloring her cheeks, glancing around nervously. Her voice is almost a whisper. "I can't believe we just did that."

I grin, tucking myself back into my trousers. "Believe it, darling. That was one for the history books."

Sabrina smacks my arm lightly, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"And you love it," I retort, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

As we straighten our clothes and attempt to look presentable, I hear the distant sound of voices. Sabrina's eyes widen in panic.

"Relax," I murmur, taking her hand. "Act natural. We're just two tourists admiring the architecture who forgot when the Acropolis closes in the evening."

Once we've reassembled our clothing, we dash out of the Propylaia, not even caring if someone saw or heard our passionate encounter.

Fuck propriety. This woman has awakened me in ways I can't even describe, and it feels incredible.