Polly hated breaking it up, but she had to, or the sweet little girl would turn into a hungry, tired little terror. “Time to get dressed for lunch, poppet.”
“But Mama…” Helena whined.
And Polly knew that tone. Definitely time for lunch and then nap.
“Come. Dora will help you dress while I help Mama.”
“You’re going to help me get dressed?” Polly asked delicately.
The heated look that came her way made her really wish they didn’t have plans to eat with their daughter in a matter of minutes. “Ne.”
Alexandros carried Helena inside and up the stairs, handing her off to Dora when they reached the landing and putting his arm around Polly to walk her to their bedroom.
“Why did you come home again today?” she asked breathlessly as they stepped inside the sanctuary.
He turned her around to face him. “Because I wanted to.” Then he kissed her and she forgot the question and everything else. Just that quickly.
It was always like this. Polly could not resist the physical temptation of her husband. Not for a kiss, or for more. She never had been able to. Even more, she could not resist the emotional connection she felt to him during times of physical intimacy.
She knew it didn’t go both ways or he could not spend as much time traveling as he did.
Because if it was up to Polly she would never have willingly spent a single night away from him.
He pulled her still-damp body right against him, letting her feel how quickly he had responded to the kiss. His hardness pressed against her and she wanted nothing more than to move to the bed so she could explore the hard male body she found such delight in.
Clever masculine fingers were peeling her swimsuit down her arms, exposing her breasts. Already beaded nipples tightened nearly painfully as the air brushed cool against wet skin.
He cursed before cupping her. “You are so beautiful.”
“Pregnant,” she said wryly. “Fat.”
“Ypérochos, énkyos, dikos mou.”
When they’d first married, she hadn’t spoken any Greek, but she’d taken pains to learn. Because now she lived in Greece and it made communication easier, but mostly? Because he used Greek in bed and she’d wanted to know if he was saying he loved her. He didn’t, but he did say stuff like this and it went straight to her heart.
Gorgeous. Pregnant. Mine.
“Yours.” She had no problem admitting a truth she’d never been able to hide.
“Dikos mou. Gia pánta.”
Forever? Yes, she supposed she was, but she didn’t say it. “We have
to get dressed,” she said with real regret.
“I need to get undressed and you need a shower,” he corrected.
But she shook her head. “I’ll have to shower after lunch. We’re going to be late to the table as it is.”
“We can phone down. Dora can see to Helena’s lunch, yineka mou.”
“No. Our daughter is expecting us.” Helena saw less of her father because of her sleep schedule than Polly saw of her husband. “It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
“And what of us? Is it fair to eat lunch when we want each other so much?”
“Didn’t you once tell me that anticipation made it all the better?” He’d been talking about the nights they had to spend apart, when they both missed their physical intimacy. “If we’re fast, we can share a shower after lunch and before my appointments.”
“We will take as long as we need after lunch with our daughter.”