From One Night to Wife

by Rachael Thomas

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?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  THE SUN WAS streaming in through the windows when Nikos woke the next morning, shocking him. He never slept late. He moved and a sigh of contentment from Serena stirred his senses—along with memories from last night. He’d made love to her until exhaustion had claimed them both. No wonder he hadn’t woken at his usual early hour.

  ‘Morning.’

  Serena’s husky voice caught his attention and he looked down at her as she moved against him, unwittingly enticing him once more.

  Never before had he woken with a woman in his bed. He’d always slipped from their beds, early in the morning, preferring not to get into those what happens next? discu
ssions. Leaving them sleeping had always given a clear message. Just as never taking a woman to his own bed served as a constant reminder why he shouldn’t get involved in long-term affairs.

  So why had he felt the need to bring Serena here when she’d offered to check into a hotel? Was it just because he was going to marry her? Or was it more than the need to keep her in his life now that she was carrying his child?

  He pushed the suggestion firmly from his mind and inwardly cursed his train of thought. What was the matter with him? He’d never agonised over spending the night with a woman before.

  ‘Are you rested enough to go out today?’ He asked the question as he moved away from the temptation of her lush curves, throwing back the covers and walking naked to the bathroom.

  He splashed cold water over his face in an attempt to cool his returning ardour, as well as shock the heavy combination of sleep and passion from his body. An icy shower was what he needed most. And as the cold jets of water pounded his skin he thought back to every minute of last night, to the way Serena had made him feel.

  His desire had not been for her alone, but for things he shouldn’t want. From the very first night they’d spent together she’d made him want more, and each time that need filtered through his mind just a little more clearly. But he couldn’t allow it. He would not let himself feel anything other than passion for any woman—especially not Serena. If he did it was sure to spell disaster. Hadn’t his past proved he was incapable of loving or being loved?

  With an unsettled feeling he switched off the shower, towelled his hair dry and then slung a white towel around his hips and returned to the bedroom. Serena was still in bed, half asleep and looking as lovely as ever, her red hair not in its usual sleek style, but ruffled from a night of making love.

  ‘I thought you would be going to the office,’ she said softly, pushing her tumbled hair from her eyes and sitting up, pulling the white sheet against her, looking suddenly vulnerable.

  As he watched her it was as if someone had notched something tight around his chest, but he smiled at her modesty, tempted to remind her that last night she hadn’t cared if he saw her body.

  ‘Not today.’

  ‘What about your deal? I thought it was getting close to completion?’

  She curled her legs underneath her and knelt on the bed, moving the sheet, giving him a glimpse of her thighs.

  ‘It’s Saturday, and we need to be seen out together.’

  He knew what she’d meant, and it had nothing to do with their deal. After each night they’d stayed together in her hotel room in Santorini he’d slipped away as dawn had broken, his job—which she’d believed was fishing—being the perfect reason and therefore not requiring any justification.

  ‘There is nothing more to be done with that deal until Monday.’

  Unlike the deal he’d struck with Serena.

  She smiled and something tugged hard on his guilt. She really did deserve a man who could love her—but he could never be that man. He didn’t want the experience of watching someone leave again, her cruel words haunting him ever since.

  ‘If we must go out, I’d like to go to the Acropolis.’

  Her excitement cast a glow over her face and he realised she looked the happiest he’d seen her since she’d returned to Greece. For the first time since her text had come through the thought came that things could work out between them. Providing she didn’t ask for that one thing he couldn’t give—emotional commitment.

  ‘Then I suggest you get dressed.’

  He turned and selected clothes from his wardrobe, dropping the towel with scant regard for his nakedness. Behind him, he heard her intake of breath and smiled. The passion of last night still simmered within her, just as it did for him, and if he didn’t get out of the bedroom now he was in danger of spending all day in bed—and that was something for lovers to do.

  * * *

  Serena felt as if her whole body glowed as she and Nikos walked along the path towards the Acropolis. The sun was hot, but her memories of last night were hotter, and now, with her hand in his, she felt the fizz of passion brewing again, along with the warm glow of hope. Last night had been just like when they’d first met. It had proved the heated passion that they had always shared was still there—but was it enough?

  Around them crowds of tourists posed for photos and admired the view over the rooftops of Athens. Children squealed in delight as they clambered over the many rocks and Serena watched them, the reality of her situation coming to her clearly. This was her child’s history, and by staying and marrying Nikos she would give her sister the same chance of motherhood she now had.

  A pang of guilt slid over her.

  ‘Are we doing the right thing?’ She looked out at the view, not daring to look at him. His hand around hers tightened, but he continued to walk.

  ‘How can we not be doing the right thing, Serena?’

  His words were firm and quiet as he guided her towards some meagre shade, out of the way of a large tour party noisily heading towards them.

  She looked up at him, glad of the shade, and waited until the tourists had passed, with their enthusiasm and animated exclamations of delight.

  ‘I find it hard to believe a man like you hasn’t married.’

  His dark brows arched, and she wasn’t sure if it was the shade of the trees or what she’d said that had given his face those stern and sharp lines.

  ‘A man like me?’ He let her hand go and thrust it into the pocket of his casual beige chinos, his stance suddenly annoyed, his expression confrontational.

  ‘You have it all, Nikos. Surely women have been throwing themselves at you, looking for marriage? So why me? Why now?’ She pushed on, determined to clear the doubts that had begun to surface since she’d arrived, only to be pushed aside last night by passion. But as that passion had cooled those doubts had slipped back into her mind—like snakes slithering undetected through the long grass.

  ‘Why?’ His deep voice was harsh, causing a passing tourist to glance their way, and Nikos took her arm and walked her further away from the path and the crowds. He stopped and turned to look at her. ‘Do you really need to ask that?’

  She drew in a deep breath, lifted her chin and met his glittering blue gaze. ‘Yes.’

  She did need to ask. She needed to know if there was even an inkling of love there for her. Sally’s advice was fading fast as the reality of the deal he’d offered sank in. She didn’t think she could go headlong into marriage without knowing he felt some kind of affection for her. What if he later resented her, when he couldn’t attend parties like last night’s as a single man? What if he fell in love with another woman?

  ‘You are carrying my child. My heir.’

  Fury spiked every word but she stood her ground. She had to know.

  ‘Nothing else?’ She pressed him further, ignoring the glitter of anger in his eyes.

  ‘Is that not reason enough?’

  He turned away from her, looking out over Athens towards Mount Lycabettus and St George’s chapel reaching into the blue sky. His anger was in complete contrast to the sublime weather.

  She moved to stand by him, her flat shoes crunching on the path, the sound so loud it was almost too much in the heavy and expectant silence which had settled around them.

  ‘Is it right for us to marry just because of the baby? What about the baby’s feelings? Should it grow up thinking it’s the mistake that forced us together?’

  The pain and guilt of her own childhood poured from her heart, seeping into every word she said, but still he remained ramrod-straight, looking anywhere but at her. A small part of her wanted to tell him she knew what that was like, but lifelong guilt kept her silent. She couldn’t admit her part in her parents’ unhappy marriage—not out loud.

  ‘What do you want me to do? Declare my undyi
ng love for you?’ His voice was low, vibrating with anger. ‘You accepted my terms. You need this marriage and all it offers as much as I do.’

  She balked at his mention of the deal he’d offered—the one she was prepared to take if it meant helping Sally get what she wanted. She still hadn’t told her sister yet. The thought of ringing her and telling her she could continue with IVF treatment was exciting, but explaining how it was going to be achieved was daunting. As was telling Sally of her own pregnancy. It was a conversation to be had face-to-face.

  ‘We can’t build a marriage on a child and a foundation of lust. What happens when that lust dies?’

  She forced her voice to be strong and wished they weren’t surrounded by people of all nationalities, that this discussion was taking place in private—but maybe the restraint of being here was better.

  He turned to look at her, his hands taking hold of her arms, forcing her to give him all her attention. Her skin burned where he touched her and a sizzle of undeniable attraction skittered down her spine. How could she find such a ruthless man so attractive?

  ‘Love dies too, Serena.’

  His deep, accented words, said with such earnestness, forced her to search his eyes. They looked so black and solemn that a tingle of fear chased after the sizzle of attraction she’d tried so hard to ignore. The sombre tones of his voice left her in no doubt that he was talking from experience.

  ‘What happened?’ She wanted to reach for him, to soothe the pain which lingered in his eyes like dark shadows in the night.

  He didn’t say anything, and nor did he break eye contact. Even when a particularly noisy party of tourists started posing for photos with Mount Lycabettus as a backdrop, intruding on their private moment, he remained rigidly silent.

  He waited, and she hardly dared to breathe, sensing that the impenetrable barrier around him had opened just enough for her to slip through—if she dared.

  ‘You’ll find it on the internet, I’m sure.’

  The spiked and curt words reminded her of the expression of regret she’d seen on his face yesterday, when he’d arrived from the office to find her working on her laptop. She hadn’t been searching for stories of him then, but knew that was what it must have looked like. What was in his past that was so bad? What was he avoiding?