Powerful Greek, Unworldly Wife
Her soft moans increased with each rhythmic thrust and he was so aware of every movement she made that he felt the exact moment when her body tumbled out of control. The ecstatic tightening of her body stroked the length of his erection and he finally lost his own grip on control and fell with her, joining her in that scorching, exhilarating, terrifying rush to the very edges of extreme pleasure.
His mind blanked. In those few moments of exquisite perfection he forgot everything except the amazing chemistry that he created with this woman.
And as the sizzling, vicious response of his body finally calmed, he became aware of two things. One, that she was no longer fighting him and, two, that he was still hard.
Which gave him a choice.
He could either withdrew and allow her to sleep, or he could do what his body was urging him to do.
Allowing himself a half-smile in the safety of the darkness, Leandro made his choice.
Millie stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, seeing wild hair and flushed cheeks. And that was hardly surprising, was it? He’d made love to her until dawn.
Until dawn…
Trying to ignore the hurt that bloomed inside her, she pulled on a pair of loose trousers and a simple T-shirt and walked out onto the terrace.
A lizard lay basking in the heat of the sun and, nearby, one of the cats was stretched out, slowly licking his fur.
And as relaxed as any of them was Leandro, lounging at the breakfast table with his legs stretched out, his gaze focused on the financial pages of a newspaper. A coffee cup lay empty next to his lean, bronzed hand, his dark hair still damp from the shower.
Millie cleared her throat and he glanced up. His slow, sure smile made her want to hit him.
Leandro the conqueror, she thought miserably. Man enough to bed a woman even when he didn’t find her attractive. ‘Kalimera.’ He greeted her in Greek. ‘Te kanis? How are you?’
‘I’m fine, thank you.’
His eyes narrowed instantly and Millie quivered with suppressed emotion, so utterly humiliated that if she’d been able to leave the island without speaking to him, she would have.
She didn’t want to have this conversation, but she knew that Leandro was far too quick not to pick up on her distress.
He folded the newspaper carefully and put it to one side. ‘Obviously you’re not feeling so good this morning.’
‘I’m fine.’
‘Fine?’ His eyes rested on hers and then he said something in Greek to the staff who were hovering. They melted away, leaving the two of them alone on the terrace. ‘All right.’ His tone was even. ‘We no longer have company. You can tell me what you think of me.’
‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Yes,’ he said softly, ‘I do. No more secrets, remember?’
‘All right.’ Millie curved her hand over the back of the chair, too wound up and upset to contemplate joining him at the table. ‘If you really want to know what I think—I think you are the most ruthless, insensitive man I’ve ever met.’
Stunned dark eyes met hers. ‘Run that past me again?’
‘You heard me.’
‘I presume this interesting sentiment has hit you in the cold light of day. It certainly wasn’t what was going through your mind last night when you were naked and sobbing in my bed.’
‘Don’t speak like that! I find it really embarrassing. It’s bad enough that you do all those things to me and make me—you know…’ Hot colour flooded her cheeks and she looked away from his hot gaze, unable to look him in the eye and maintain the conversation. ‘It’s as if you’re sitting there smugly congratulating yourself on your amazing ability to turn any woman to jelly no matter what. What were you trying to prove?’
Leandro was unusually still, his gaze partially concealed by thick, black lashes. ‘What makes you think I was trying to prove something?’
‘Because why else would you have devoted your night to that whole…’ Millie waved her hand wildly ‘…seduction routine. What? What was it all about?’
‘They say actions speak louder than words—didn’t last night say anything to you?’
‘Yes. It said that you didn’t know how to apologise, but you do know how to have sex.’