TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
Cautiously, Cheryl lifted herself away from him, resting on her elbow, and then, feeling bold, curved her free hand over the mesh of sinew, bone, and muscle between his neck and the cusp of his shoulder, starting to knead softly into the flesh.
For a second, Nikolas tensed more, and then, as she continued to work gently over the area, Cheryl saw his face begin to relax. He shifted his position so that he was lying flat on his back, his eyes still closed, and Cheryl levered herself to a half-sitting position, freeing her other hand to knead his other shoulder.
Nikolas murmured something. It was in Greek, and he repeated it in English.
“That feels so good, sweetheart.”
She smiled and kept goin