Not Just the Greek's Wife

Her eyes widened, but her mouth parted, inviting his kiss.

He lost no time accepting the sweet invitation, claiming her mouth with intent. This woman was his and the sooner she realized her life here in Oregon had only been a blip in their life together, the better. By her own admission, she had not wanted their marriage to end.

The time had come for her to remember why.

He took his time relearning her lips after their three weeks apart, tracing their lush bow shape with his tongue.

She made the soft whimpering sound he’d come to know intimately during their marriage, but this time it was laced with a desperation he would never have guessed at as she melted into him. No matter how she said she would miss her life here, she had missed him more.

He mapped her body through the oversized silk top she wore with leggings that disguised her weight loss to the eye. But his touch revealed how much closer to the surface her ribcage was.

He had already hired a personal trainer who would help Chloe gain necessary pounds while strengthening her muscles and preparing her body for the ordeal of pregnancy. No way was he going to allow her to risk herself carrying his child.

Her breasts were smaller than they had been, barely a handful and he did not care. Just touching her already pebble-hard nipples through the double layer of thin silk of her top and bra turned him on to the point of pain.

His sex strained against its confinement, the need to be inside her growing to near unbearable proportions.

He pulled her onto his lap, guiding her to straddle him so the apex of her thighs rubbed against his straining erection, despite their clothing. Pleasure erupted from him in a loud groan and he dove under her blouse to undo the catch on her bra.

It was a frontal closure and he smiled with satisfaction against her lips as he revealed her small but enticing curves to his questing fingers.

Sounds of pleasure and need fell from her lips to his as she rocked against him, clearly enjoying their position as much as he did.

He went to pull her top off and suddenly she went rigid above him, tearing her mouth from his. “You can’t do that.

Not here.”

He laughed, the sound edged by the pain of his arousal. “I assure you, I can. We can.”

“We’re in the back of a car,” she said, her face and tone twisted with horror.

“It is a limo and this would not be the first time we made love in the back of one.” Though it had only happened once before, when they were on the long drive to her father’s weekend home in upstate New York.

“That was different.”

“How? These windows are tinted, as are those on the Spiridakou fleet of limousines. I have closed the privacy panel. We have an hour-plus drive before we reach the airport.” He had not stopped touching her the entire time he was talking, squeezing and abrading her nipples until they grew hot against his fingertips.

She was so damn sexy, her innocent nature only making her more so.

“You’re not playing fair,” she accused.

“I am not playing at all.” Recapturing her lips, he showed her just how far from a game he found the sex between them.

He went carnal with the kiss, doing what he knew would push her to the brink of the insanity of pleasure … and beyond.

This time, when he went to remove her clothes, she helped him, squirming out of her leggings while frantically trying to unbutton his shirt.

He’d discarded his suit jacket upon entering the limo, but though he’d loosened his tie, he still wore it. She didn’t seem to care, her fingers scrabbling with buttons and then running over his chest as she panted against his lips.

He would have laughed, but didn’t have the breath as he tore off the shirt and tie, shoving his slacks and boxers down his thighs and kicking them off.

Only then did he remember that he’d forgotten something he needed in the pocket. She made a mewling protest as he lifted her off his lap and placed her on the seat beside him. “What?” she asked wildly, her lovely oval face flushed with desire, her pupils so dilated her green eyes almost looked black.

“Condom.”

CHAPTER NINE

CHLOE’S brows drew together. “Isn’t that the point? No birth control.”

“Not until you have put on a few necessary pounds.”

“What?” she asked, her tone filled with confusion.

“Why?”

“You are dangerously thin.”

“I am not.”

“I have spoken to your doctor.”

“You shouldn’t have done. You had no right.”

“You never rescinded the medical power of attorney you signed during our marriage.” Though spouses had such rights automatically in many countries, their very global lifestyle required all contingencies had been planned for.