With that mike drop, he walked off, his long strides carrying him away before she’d drawn the shuddering breath which did zip to calm her.
She managed, barely, to throttle her need until it was a manageable bubble lodged deep inside her for the rest of the day.
Whether Nelios’s control was back in place, she couldn’t quite tell. She felt his heated gaze often, but every time she glanced his way his expression was either shuttered or fixed on their son. Conversation flowed calmly during dinner and on their returnhome, but when they said goodnight she wondered,feared, if she’d only made things worse.
It was a relief to be awakened by Angelos for his night-time feed. But she’d only just placed him on her breast when the door to Nelios’s bedroom opened and he walked out.
‘Oh, you’re up. There’s no need for you to be… I mean, I’m okay with…’ She stumbled to a halt, hiding a grimace.
He smiled a crooked smile, then slotted the snazzy little baby monitor into his pocket. The act pulled down his silk pyjama bottoms a little, displaying the chiselled line of muscle that framed his pelvis so gloriously.
Feeling that bubble expand, Vayle dragged her gaze away, concentrating on Angelos, who was already being lulled back into a milk coma. When they’d first arrived here and she’d seen his nursery, she’d wondered why there were two arm chairs. Watching Nelios sink into one with every intention of sticking around, she got it.
He shrugged one bare, deliciously muscled shoulder. ‘You have to be up, for obvious reasons. But there’s no reason to do it alone.’
There was a time when she’d called this man a monster. No longer. With each considerate act, he was burrowing into her vulnerable places.
And she felt inclined to…let him.Especially when he continued to watch her with that hungry fascination she suspected he wasn’t fully aware was on display.
He stayed until Angelos had fallen asleep again. Stayed at her side as she placed him in his cot and drew his blanket over him. Stayed to drop a kiss on his son’s head. Then, with a heavy-lidded look, he bade her goodnight and retreated as silently as he’d arrived.
Leaving her staring at his closed door, her heart racing madly.
She felt inclined to…let him.
It might have been seconds, or an hour. But, with a compulsion she couldn’t deny, Vayle found herself standing before his door, her hand shaking as she reached for the handle that might not be locked against her after all. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then opened them. She turned the handle and nudged open the door open.
He wasn’t asleep but sitting up in bed, as she’d half-suspected he would be. His gaze founds hers immediately, as if he’d been waiting for her.
‘Come to test my peace of mind once more, to drive me out of it, or is it something else?’
She couldn’t speak past her overpowering need so she shook her head.
‘You’ll need to speak the words, Vayle. So there’s no equivocation or misunderstanding.’
Her mouth dried. She couldn’t very well say she wanted to reach his heart through sex; that would be too exposing. And being here, right now, felt exposing enough. ‘I…’ She paused, her heart hammering loud enough to fill her ears with a thunderous roar. ‘I need you.’ That would have to be enough, she adjudged.
And if that was a glint of disappointment in his eyes, he hid it well by veiling them with his long lashes, tossing back his sheets and ordering her to, ‘Come here,yineka mou.’
She went. Hell, shestumbled. He caught her easily, expertly, and before she could draw another breath flipped her beneath him, pinning her to the bed with his powerful body. Staring down at her with a predatory gaze.
‘You agree that attempting to drive us both to the brink of insanity, only to withdraw, was an exercise that was always going to fail, yes?’
Her nails bit into his shoulders in protest and in irritation that, yet again, he’d been right. ‘Yes! Fine, it was a ridiculous thing to do. Are you happy now?’
‘Not yet. But I’m getting there. Now, spread your legs for your husband. Let me taste you,omorfi mou.’
He devoured her with a confidence-stroking hunger that bordered on frightening, it was so heady. And she let her delight show freely, vocalising, touching and stroking with abandon.
‘Thee mou,’he muttered. ‘You really throw yourself into your passions, don’t you?’
‘Are you complaining?’
‘Absolutely not.’ He took her hand and dragged it to his groin, his eyes blazing into hers as he wrapped both sets of their fingers around his sizeable girth. ‘Does this feel like a complaint to you,eros mou?’
‘N-no.’
He smiled, looking a little pained, infinitely hot. Until she stroked him. Then a different look etched his face. ‘Fuck!’
