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CHAPTER SEVEN

NIKOS SAT IN the back of the car, Serena’s sensational body against him, and had to force himself not to touch her. Not because of the presence of the driver, but because if he did he knew he wouldn’t want to stop. All he could think of right now was the privacy of his bedroom.

He watched the lights of Athens rush by, focusing on the illuminations of the Acropolis as they headed towards his apartment—anything to distract himself.

Even though his head and most definitely his heart had refused to admit it, his body had wanted Serena every night since she’d left. He’d craved her touch like a lovesick teenager, needing to feel her against him, wanting her in a way he’d never wanted any woman before.

Now she was back—and tonight he would make her his. This time, for the sake of his child, he wouldn’t allow her to leave.

The car pulled up outside the apartment building and she moved away from him, across the seat and out into the night, as the doors opened. He followed her, glad to see that the reporters had moved on—probably all at the charity ball. It would be their perfect chance to get pictures of the rich and famous, and he was thankful he and Serena hadn’t been noticed leaving so early.

Quickly he keyed in the number for the outside door and, with his arm protectively around her, walked towards the lift. She hadn’t spoken since they’d left the party, but he guessed the same desire that raged inside him was keeping her silent.

Ever since they’d first met that desire had been a powerful force to resist. It had drawn him in, making him lose all sense of reason—and tonight was no different. He wanted her, but he had to retain control—had to remember this was a deal she’d agreed to. And it hadn’t been because of their baby, but because of the money to help her sister.

The lift doors opened and they walked in. The bright lights were almost too much. Serena leant against the wall of the lift and lowered her gaze, looking intently at the floor. Was she trying to prevent him from seeing those beautiful green eyes of hers? Afraid to show the burning passion he’d felt in her as they’d danced?

‘You look beautiful.’

The husky tone of his voice surprised him, and his breath caught momentarily in his chest as she looked up at him. The green of her eyes, almost drowned by her enlarged pupils, made her look far sexier than he’d ever seen her. He wanted her—more than he’d ever done.

Lust hurtled round his body as her lips parted, and he noticed the rise and fall of her breasts, her breathing deepening.

‘Thank you.’

The words were barely audible, but his body had heard them, felt their seductive vibration caress and taunt him.

The lift doors opened but he couldn’t move, his gaze remaining locked to hers, his own breathing becoming heavier by the second. Slowly she stood taller, straightening her spine, her eyes holding his as she took one step towards him.

‘This is what it was like that last night on the beach,’ she whispered, so softly he wondered if she’d actually meant him to hear. ‘I couldn’t fight it then either.’

‘You drove me mad with desire that night,’ he said, moving close enough that he could take her in his arms. But he didn’t, not trusting his power of control.

His pulse throbbed with building desire, the beat thumping in his ears, and he flexed his fingers then curled them tight into his palms. He couldn’t take much more of this.

Her neat brows furrowed slightly and questions raced across her face. ‘It was our last night. It should have been goodbye.’

The lift doors closed, breaking the spell that had woven inextricably around them. Serena looked away, almost flustered by what had just happened, and frustration gave way to irritation as he pressed the button to open the doors again.

Whatever had been started that night on the beach in Santorini was far from over. He didn’t appreciate the hold she had over him, the way she could make him want her just with a glance or a whispered word, but he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

He stepped out of the lift and turned to see her watching him. ‘I want you, Serena.’

He couldn’t explain why he’d said it, why he’d exposed his emotions. He pressed his lips firmly together to avoid saying anything else he might regret—something she might later use against him. He did want her—of that there wasn’t any doubt—but that didn’t mean he had to bring emotions into it. That was something he could never do...especially when she was here for her own reasons.

She stepped towards him, her long legs outlined through the pale silk of the dress, causing the blood to pound harder around his heated body and his thoughts to spiral away to nothing.

‘I want you too.’

The tremulous whisper, so timid and quiet, made him grit his teeth together. She deserved better than him. She deserved a man who would love her—one who would be what she needed him to be. But fate had intervened and, as much as he desired her, he didn’t know if he could be that man. His past had shaped him to an emotionally cold man who would never be able to love a woman with real sincerity, but inside he still burned with desire for her.

* * *

Serena saw his jaw clench and knew she shouldn’t have said anything. She shouldn’t have told him she wanted him, giving him power over her once more. Such thoughts made everything impossible.

She couldn’t take a single step towards him, and stayed inside the lift as he stepped out.

Nikos had proposed to her, bought her the most gorgeous engagement ring—not only out of duty, but because of the deal they’d made. It was pure blackmail, but it would enable her sister to become a mother. Her spirits dropped at the thought that none of it would have happened if their night together hadn’t resulted in consequences.

As the assistant in the jeweller’s had spoken of lovers being brought closer by emeralds her heart had flickered with a little flame of hope. He’d taken the ring and purposefully put it on her finger, but she knew he hadn’t given it because of love. Deep down, she knew he didn’t love her and never would. He only wanted his child and he was prepared to offer anything.

She looked at Nikos, resplendent in his evening suit, so handsome he took her breath away. As his gaze met hers, full of desire, she saw the man she’d fallen in love with—the one she’d thought she knew so well. His gaze lingered on her, and despite the trappings of wealth and power the fisherman who’d stolen her heart was still there. Deep beneath the surface, but still there.

The flicker of hope that something could be salvaged grew.

The doors of the lift began to close again, startling her, and with lightning-quick reaction Nikos moved forward, stopping the doors. He held out his hand to her, his face serious and intent. If she took his hand now it would mean so much more than this moment. She would be accepting everything.

Her heart beat a loud rhythm as she looked into his eyes, searching for answers to questions she dared not ask. He didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact as a myriad of thoughts crashed over her. Finally she did what she knew she had to, what she knew was inevitable, and placed her hand in his.

He braced his body against the lift doors as they threatened to close again and closed his hand around hers. His blue eyes continued to lure her as she walked towards him, and with her hand tightly in his, her body sizzling from his touch, they walked out of the lift and towards his apartment.

The key turning in the lock made a loud click, highlighting the laden silence. With purpose he opened the door, leading her through and then pushing it swiftly shut behind him. Before she could say anything his body pressed her against the wall of the hallway, his hands against the wall on either side of her head. His lips claimed hers in a deep and demanding kiss and she arched herself against him, winding her arms about his neck.

This was what she’d wanted for the past three months. As the magnitude of her pregnancy had registered, shocking her with its implications, she’d still wanted him. Even the shocking deal he’d put to her hadn’t dampened the passion in any way, and right now all she wanted was to love him—enough for both of them.

‘Serena...’ he whispered as he pulled back from her, his fingers tangling in her hair. ‘With passion such as this burning between us it doesn’t matter why we are together. The marriage will work.’

Her heart broke a little. But what had she expected? Words of love? In reality she knew she’d never hear such words from Nikos. He didn’t want to love or be loved, but he was right about the passion. It sparked between them like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. It was wild and reckless and totally consuming.

‘Yes—yes, it will.’ She stumbled over the words, her breath coming in short gasps. She couldn’t completely take in what he’d said. Her body trembled too much with need for his touch.

He lowered his head, pressing his lips so gently against hers she almost cried. Then he traced a line of soft kisses down her neck, lingering on her shoulder as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him greater access and sighing with pleasure. The fingers entwined in her hair pulled free and stroked her cheek tenderly.

She reached up, placing her hand over his, stilling the movement. It was too much. It made her dare to believe he loved her. But she knew he didn’t. She knew it was nothing more than lust.

He looked into her eyes and smiled, the lips that had just kissed her neck so persuasively drawing her gaze.

‘I will make you mine, Serena, and the only place for that is in my bed.’

She couldn’t fight him any longer. Being in his arms, his bed—it was all she wanted, all her body craved.

‘Then take me there,’ she teased, shocking herself, but enjoying the sexy look Nikos gave her. Would it be so bad to give in to what raged between them when they were to be married?

He stood back from her, his heavy gaze sweeping down her body, lingering on her breasts for just long enough to send heat hurtling through her. Again he took her hand and led her through the apartment to the only room she hadn’t yet seen. His bedroom.

He opened the door, revealing a masculine space dominated by a large bed, bathed in the glow of golden light coming through the balcony windows.

He drew her into the room and looked down at her. Slowly he pulled his tie undone, tossing it to the floor, where it was soon joined by his jacket. She looked at the shirt, so white against his dark skin, and willed her eyes to stay open instead of closing in pleasure.

She remembered how his chest felt. How the hair there enabled her fingers to glide across his muscles. But most of all she remembered the firmness, and she ached to touch him again. She reached out and spread her fingers over his chest, relishing the feel of his arms pulling her to him, holding her there.

‘I need you,’ she said softly, not daring to look into his face in case her love shone out.

Instead she concentrated on opening one button of his shirt, then, when she didn’t meet any resistance, another and another, until she could slide her hand inside. The groan of pleasure escaping him encouraged her further.

His fingers struggled briefly with the zip on her dress and she stifled a nervous laugh.

‘I want to see you,’ he said hoarsely. ‘I want to see all of you.’

Seconds later the bodice of her dress loosened as he unzipped it, and then the pale green silk slithered down, leaving her naked apart from her panties and dainty sandals.

She resisted the urge to cover herself with her arms. She’d never stood so blatantly naked before him, always shielding herself from his gaze, anxious because of her innocence. It took great effort to remain under the scrutiny of those sexy blue eyes without covering herself as they devoured her hungrily.

A guttural growl of Greek words rushed from him as his gaze lingered on her. Before she could ask what he’d said his fingers caressed a blazing trail down her arms, stroking all the way to her hands, then her fingertips. He lightly lifted her fingers and brought each in turn to his lips and kissed them, and all the while his gaze, heady and deep blue, held her face, making her blush with desire.

‘You are a goddess,’ he said, kissing along one arm until he came to her shoulder.

Her whole body was on fire, her breasts tender and full, yearning for his touch. But still he kissed her shoulder, teasing and tormenting her as she’d never known before. Then slowly the fiery trail of kisses moved downwards and she gasped in pleasure, hardly able to stand.

‘A goddess who is all mine,’ he said huskily, and each word was interspersed with kisses, pressed enticingly against her, moving down between her breasts until she ached for him to kiss them.

His head moved lower, his kisses now on the soft swell of her stomach, and she plunged her fingers into his hair, closing her eyes.

‘Nikos...’ His name rushed from her lips on a wave of pleasure and she pressed them tightly together in case she said more.

‘Such a beautiful body.’

His kisses moved down over her stomach, lingering as his hands skimmed her bottom, the sensation almost unbalancing her. She felt his warm breath against the silky panties that left little to the imagination and fought hard to remain standing.

Just when she thought she might collapse onto the bed behind her his fingers trailed down her thighs and towards her ankles.

‘I intend to savour every part of it.’

* * *

Nikos looked up at Serena, her face so flushed with desire. The blood pounded harder around his body. He took a deep breath, fighting to regain some kind of control. He wanted to push her onto the white covers of the bed and lose himself inside her until the madness she evoked stopped—but he couldn’t. This time he had to take it slow, had to keep a tight rein on the desire that burned inside him, because this was different from any other time.

He didn’t known how or why. All he knew was that this was the woman he was going to marry, the mother of his child, a woman who’d unlocked something deep inside him that he couldn’t yet acknowledge. From the moment he’d met her she’d changed him somehow, but he couldn’t analyse it now.

Whatever it was it had the potential to be painful, the capability to be render him helpless, just like the hurt that had crushed him as a boy, and he never wanted to put himself in the firing line of that kind of pain again.

He stood up and looked down into her face, saw the nervousness in her eyes and felt as if his chest was being squeezed. ‘This is what you want?’

Her big green eyes blinked rapidly, then she smiled up at him and his heart seemed to stop.

‘Yes,’ she whispered softly, tilting her chin and pressing her lips against his in a tormenting and lingering kiss. ‘Yes, it is. I want you, Nikos.’

He pulled her against him, wishing he wasn’t still clothed so that he could feel her soft skin against his. A groan of desire escaped him as her feather-light kisses teased his senses, pushing him to the edge of his control.

He took her face between his hands, holding her at just the right angle, and kissed her until she murmured against his lips. Then he slid his tongue between them, deepening the kiss.

He closed his eyes against the exquisite pain of having her all but naked in his arms and having to exert control, trying to consider her condition. It was torture. He could feel her hardened nipples pressing against his chest, with only his partially open shirt between them, and as she wound her arms around his neck, pulling her body closer still, he had to hold back the urge to allow his desire to get the better of him.

He let go of her face, kissing her harder and deeper. His hands skimmed down the curve of her back, making her arch even closer, then he held her, pressing her against him. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more—much more.

He grasped her thighs, lifting her off the floor until she wrapped her legs about him. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him deeply, her sighs of pleasure rushing into him, entwining with his. Slowly he walked the few paces to the bed and, with a steadiness that tested all his strength, lowered her onto the white covers. Then he hooked his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down, not taking his gaze from her face as she smiled seductively at him, passion making her uninhibited.

The golden glow from outside was the only light in the room. Every curve of her delicious body was bathed in soft amber and he inhaled deeply, trying to keep his rush of lust under control.

She slithered up the bed, away from him, but he caught her ankle in a firm grip that made the breath rush from her lips.

‘Now these,’ he said, and unfastened the tiny straps of her sandals, inwardly cursing as his fingers fumbled with the delicate buckles.

She propped herself up on her arms and watched him. As he dropped the second glittering sandal to the floor she reached for him. He knelt on the bed, his body over hers, and kissed her, wishing he could touch her, but his arms had locked, supporting his weight. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Her heated kisses became frantic, her breath fast, as her fingers continued what they’d started earlier and she opened his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. He shook with the effort of restraining his control.

She kissed down his neck, over his shoulder, her hands tugging at his shirt until it was tight around his arms. He pushed back so that he straddled her legs, almost ripping the shirt off, and was rewarded with the darkening of her eyes until they were like the heart of a forest on a moonlit night.

‘How did I ever think I wanted to let you go?’

As he said the words her fingers traced the line of hair down over his abs, making breathing almost impossible. She lingered at the fastening of his trousers, the smile on her lips telling him she knew exactly the effect she was having on him.

‘Do you really feel that?’ she whispered, her fingers teasing as they travelled up and down the line of dark hair. But she refused to meet his eyes, shielding her face from him with a curtain of glorious amber hair.

‘Yes,’ he growled harshly, his lips claiming hers as he pushed her back against the bed.

If he said any more now he would be going into emotions he didn’t want to explore—feelings he didn’t want to admit to, let alone experience.

Her hands moved to rest on his thighs, inflicting yet more torture.

* * *

Serena’s heart raced. He hadn’t wanted to let her go. Did that mean he felt something for her? Even if it wasn’t love?

She kissed him hard, demanding more from him as his body forced her to lie back against the bed. Her fingers tightened on his strong thighs and his groan of pleasure exploded into her mouth.

He wanted her—really wanted her. All her naivety and innocence had been left behind as she’d entered the apartment. She was his and his alone.

‘Nikos...’ It was all she could say, her breathing deep and ragged. But she wanted to tell him she was back and that she would never go. They were bound together by their baby, and maybe with passion such as this burning between them he would one day love her.

‘This is too much. You tease and taunt me, pushing me beyond my control.’

He caught her hands in his, holding them against his thighs, preventing her teasing. His face was stern, his eyes so dark that only blue flecks remained.

With a swift suddenness he moved off her, springing to stand by the bed, removing the last of his clothes, tossing them carelessly away. Her heart pumped ever harder and she couldn’t drag her gaze from his magnificent body. Her fingers itched to touch him, to caress every part of him, but most of all to feel him against her, then inside her, making her completely his.

The need she had for him was like nothing she’d ever known. Feeling brazen and emboldened, she looked at his naked and aroused body. ‘No more teasing,’ she said in a broken whisper as heat gathered low in her stomach. If he didn’t make love to her soon she’d go insane.

‘No,’ he said huskily as he lay on the bed next to her, and the command in his voice was palpable. ‘Not from you at least.’

Her eyes closed and a sigh of pleasure escaped her as he bent his head, kissing her nipple and sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through her. She arched her back, lifting herself higher as he nipped gently at it, but when his hand rested on her stomach she almost didn’t dare breathe. After a moment’s pause he slowly moved it lower, exploring the part of her that wanted him with a fiery heat that refused to be put out.

‘It’s my turn,’ he said as he raised his head, her nipple tingling from his kisses.

He turned his attention to the other one as his fingers caressed her, stoking the fire of passion almost to breaking point. She gripped his arm, wanting him to stop, wanting her moment of ecstasy to be shared with his.

‘No, Nikos!’

‘Yes,’ he said against her breast, exerting more of his power over her, and she dug her fingers harder into his arm.

Just when she thought he’d gone too far he stopped the torment and moved over her, his knees nudging her legs apart as he kissed her deeply, bruising her lips with the intensity of his kiss. She felt the heat of him against her and lifted her hips, begging him with her body for release.

Gently he slid into her, bringing tears to her eyes, and she wondered if he was restraining himself, holding back because of the baby. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. His arms, braced tightly to keep his weight off her, began to shake with the effort and she kissed his chest, his neck, his chin until they both lost control.

Nikos kissed her back, interspersing his kisses with Greek words she had no hope of understanding, but it didn’t matter. Her mind was floating too much even to even form the question and ask what he’d said. Maybe it was better if she didn’t. Maybe she should pretend they were words of love...feed her fantasy of a happy-ever-after.

As she moved beneath him she realised it had never been like this before. The wild passion they shared had never tipped her so far over the edge. She clung to him, not wanting the moment to end.

Finally her breathing slowed and he lowered himself over her, propped on his elbows, but his heated skin was still touching hers, sending a tingle of pleasure all over her.

He dropped his head against her shoulder, his thick dark hair tickling her cheek. ‘You will not leave again.’

The words were muffled, his voice hoarse and uneven, but she couldn’t miss the aggressive harshness in it. There was no mistaking its dominance and power. The fairy tale was over.

She closed her eyes and cried inside. He was still angry. Did he even now resent having her in his life? Resent the baby they’d created in the summer? Was she right to have come back? Was she right to have accepted his offer to help Sally, tying herself and her baby to him for ever?