This was the perfect place for them to stay, though. It was in a gated compound, and she was pretty sure no one would think to look for them there. The lights at the base of the temple that lit its roof for the tourists to see at a distance, let just enough light in to illuminate the interior, just enough that they could see what they were doing.

There was nothing inside, just a sandy floor and a few blocks of stone. “I think we should be safe here,” she said, sitting on the ground, leaning up against one of the inner walls and opening the bag she’d been carrying with the kebabs he’d bought earlier. “I’m starving.”

David walked around the room, looking out. Although probably in the daylight you could see through the temple, at night you couldn’t. As long as they slept toward the sides, they would never be seen. “I would never have thought to come here,” he said, sitting next to her.

“Let’s hope no one else does either.” She handed him his food, and silence fell as they ate. As the kebabs hit her stomach she felt calmer and more settled. She took a breath. And another. They were safe here. And she felt at home here. The last time she’d been inside this temple was when she was at college. But it felt familiar, and familiar was good when everything else that was happening to her was so alien.

They finished their meal in complete silence, except for the ever-present noise of the Athenian traffic. Once the last morsels had been consumed, she asked the question that had been bothering her since their car blew up.

“Are you going to get in trouble for being with me?” she asked. “I mean, with the car bomb and the killing of Dr. Doubrov?”

He paused before answering. “Honestly I don’t know. My boss ordered me back to the airport, but that was before they locked down Athens. So right now, my future at the company could go either way. I’m not worried about it though.”

She thought that might be a lie, judging by his strained voice. This was the last thing she wanted to happen. He’d just gotten his world back together, and she was the one responsible for knocking it out of whack again. She wondered how she could fix it for him. Given that he was already inextricably linked to her—after all it was his car that was blown up—she wasn’t sure how best to do it.

She stood to gather their detritus and crept outside to deposit the plastic bag in one of the trash cans in the agora. She considered leaving. Walking away, finding the police. She hesitated, looking toward the entranceway, which always had night guards. Then she looked back at the temple to see David standing, watching her, leaning against one of the pillars. “Don’t.” His voice floated to her on the light breeze.

At the thought of him watching her, her nipples tightened, shooting a small flame of need through her. Her libido was driving her nuts. She never knew she could be so turned on all the time. It was his fault. She looked up at him, and he held out his hand to her in the dark.

She slowly took the steps again, and as she approached him, she took his hand. He bent her arm so that it rested against his chest. “Don’t even think about it,” he said.

He backed up to allow her back into the temple. She didn’t want to lie, or make a promise she wasn’t entirely sure she could keep. She was about to change the subject when a light beam hit her. She tried to step out of it, but he stopped her.

“I can see through your dress,” he sounded amused. “Your nipples are poking through the material, they’re making me want to put my mouth on them. Maybe bite them until you’re just this side of the pleasure-pain line. Come here. I want to taste you.”

She was hypnotized by his voice. And really excited. All she had on was the sundress and a tiny wisp of material for panties. That fact alone excited her. She moved toward him, as if pulled by an invisible length of string.

Very deliberately he undid the top button of the sundress, showing the very tops of her breasts. Then the next button. And the next. The top of the dress came apart easily, showing her to him. He reached for her, but stopped himself. She almost whimpered.

“I want to watch you. Can I watch you?” he asked in a low voice.

She nodded, feeling like a pool of liquid, just shimmering on the surface, and having no solid mass.

He took off his T-shirt. She’d forgotten how magnificent he was. Broad shoulders, broad chest, and a complete six-pack. Obviously she’d seen him before, several times in the past day or two, but this time she watched him too. How his muscles moved under his skin as he moved.

“Take off your dress,” he said simply.

She unbuttoned the entire front of her dress and slowly peeled it off, shucking it from one shoulder, then the other. His eyes never left her. He watched the expression on her face, her shoulders as the dress fell from them, and then her whole body as she stood before him. Never had anyone watched her so intently. Never had she felt so turned on.

“Take off your panties,” he growled.

She was so wet for him, that all she wanted to do was to put her hands between her legs for some sweet relief. But instead, she turned away from him, looked over her shoulder to make sure he was still looking, and bent at the waist to remove her panties. She slowly dragged them down her legs until she was resting her hands on the floor. She picked up one foot to take them off, and then placed it down much farther away from her other leg. If he was going to watch her, she wanted him to see everything.

“Turn around.”

She turned to face him, totally naked, totally turned on. “Take off your pants. It’s only fair.” She smiled at him with her best, most innocent smile.

He took off his pants, and as she’d thought, he was commando. His dick sprang free, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. She suddenly had a reality check. She was in an ancient temple, on the run from police—or worse—and the magnificent man in front of her had just dropped his pants. David, who she’d dreamed about for nearly a year. David, who was making her mouth water at the thought of having his dick in her mouth. She was a different person. She didn’t care.

“Play with your nipple for me. I want to see how hard you can make it.” He leaned against the wall, his hand almost absently stroking his stomach.

She brought one hand up to her breast, but he stopped her before she could.

“Lick your fingers first.”

She couldn’t help but smile. He was a dream come true. She stepped closer to him, so they were only a few feet apart. She licked her fingers, and then inserted them into her mouth and sucked at them. She heard his breathing change. Victory. Instead of stroking her breasts first, she went straight for her nipple, running her slick fingers around it, and then pinching it until she could actually feel the wetness between her legs. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Is this how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

Her eyes opened. Slowly she shook her head, her hand dropping to her side.

“Show me. Pretend I’m looking in from the house next door. Pretend I was getting ready for bed, and I just happened to glance up to see you. What would you be doing?”

She looked around and perched on one of the large stones. “I’d be doing this,” she whispered. She took both breasts in her hands and stroked them with all her fingers splayed. Her fingers came together at the point of her nipples and she pulled them both lightly, pinching them until they throbbed. When she let go of them, they were totally erect, and David’s eyes never left them.

Then she moved her legs apart, lying back along the stone. Her hands then trailed down from her breasts, over her stomach, to her thighs. Her fingers danced on her thighs, stroking higher and higher until they grazed the small amount of hair she had there. She could almost feel the heat from her body. Goosebumps erupted as a breeze threaded through the temple. Her skin tightened everywhere, enhancing her arousal.