Chapter 44


    She shrugged. ‘They’re tenacious. It was to be expected.’


    ‘They’re like locusts.’ Heid his palms on the table, his face stark with anger.


    Not wanting all the good feeling ruined, she raised a hand to his face and palmed his cheek. ‘Thank


    you.’


    The blue in his eyes darkened, his frame stilling. ‘For what?’


    ‘For trying to keep them away from me.’


    His nostrils red a touch. He didn’t answer, simply stared at her as if trying to peer into her mind.


    She gazed back, drinking him in, the heat inside her—so constant when with him—bubbling beneath


    her...


    And then he dipped his head and covered her mouth with his, holding it there, not moving, just


    breathing into her, warm champagne-scented air filling her senses until he gently slid his mouth across


    her cheek and brushed his lips against her ear. ‘Soon, agapi mou, I will do more than just kiss you.’


    Her insides melted. Her heart racing at a gallop, she was about to grab his hand and beg him to whisk


    her away to somewhere private when Zayed joined them, announcing his presence by pping


    Christian hard on the back.


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    ‘Come on, newlyweds, it is time for the Kmatianos,’ he said, referring to the traditional wedding


    dance adored by all Greeks. Over his shoulder, Mikj and Tanya grinned and waved, already tapping


    their feet in anticipation.


    She was so d she’d gone behind his back and invited them. It hadn’t sat well with her, knowing he


    would have no one from his childhood there. Knowing Christian was happy she had done so lightened


    her further.


    It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking they had gone behind each other’s back to bring


    someone important to their big day.


    Soon she was on her feet with Christian in the centre of the dance floor, each holding an end of a scarf


    that had been thrust at them. With traditional Greek music ying, Zayed and Stefan chivvied


    everyone up to form a circle around them, the guests linking hands and, following Mikj and the other


    Greek guests’ example, swirling around them like a circling snake, shouts of, ‘Opa!’ ringing out.


    Alessandra had the time of her life. When the Kmatianos was over, everyone, including the bride


    and groom, stayed on the dance floor. They danced together, slow songs, fast songs, their hands


    entwined, their eyes only for each other.


    She wanted the wedding and all the good feelings it evoked in her tost forever, to hold on to this


    moment for as long as she could. Contrarily, she wanted it to end now, wanted the sensuous promise


    ringing from Christian’s eyes to be reality.


    Soon...


    Soon it would be time to retire to his suite and begin their newly married life in a manner that sent heat


    surging through her just to think about it.


    * * *


    Christian opened the door of the suite and, keeping hold of Alessandra’s hand, closed it behind them.


    ‘Someone’s been busy,’ he observed, burrowing his face into the nape of her neck. At longst, he was


    free to touch her and taste her and do all the things he’d wanted to do for so long the ache in his groin


    had be a permanent part of him.


    His suite—their suite, now all of Alessandra’s possessions had been moved in while their celebrations


    had been going on—had been decorated. Flowers were artfully arranged in vases, rose petals had


    been scattered over the bed and a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket next to two champagne


    flutes.


    ‘Clichéd but very romantic,’ she said, twisting round to face him.


    All the dancing had left her cheeks flushed and her eyes alive with pleasure.


    He wanted those eyes glowing with pleasure for a different reason.


    Gripping her hip, he pulled her to him and snaked his arm around her waist.


    He gazed down into those striking eyes and those moreish lips. His to taste.


    She was his to taste.


    As he bent his head to im her mouth, she darted gracefully out of his sp,ughing softly. ‘Not yet.’


    ‘You’re making me wait?’ he said, his wordsing out with an animalistic growl.


    ‘I’m going to freshen up. Remember, anticipation makes fulfilment taste all the sweeter.’ She sashayed


    to one of the bathrooms, shed him a smile full of promise and locked the door behind her.