“Is that what this is all about, Ava? You want to back out of the wedding?”
“No,” she said. “I definitely don’t want that. I just don’t like seeing you so tense all the time.”
He quirked one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t we go back into my bedroom and you can help me relax?”
“Sex with you was never relaxing,” she said, trying to play off the desire she had to do just that.
“Was it relaxing with my brother?” he asked, with a bit of bite to his words.
She blanched. She’d forgotten he still believed she’d slept with his brother. Stavros had promised her he’d make everything right when she’d signed that agreement years ago, but he never had.
“I told you I never slept with Stavros,” she said.
“So you said.” He was so Greek at the moment. The fire and passion in him burned beneath that arrogance.
“Christos, you still don’t believe me?” She should let this go, but he’d asked her to marry him. How were they going to have a life together if he didn’t trust her?
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not interested in the other lovers you’ve had.”
“There haven’tbeenany other lovers,” she said.Only you. There’d only ever been Christos for her.
She walked over to him and stopped when barely an inch of space separated them. She put her hands on his shoulders and went up on her tiptoes so that she could stare into his obsidian eyes.
“I’m not going to marry you until we resolve this issue.”
He shook his head. “Then you may return to the States.”
“Christos, stop being impossible. How can I prove to you that Stavros and I were never intimate?”
“You can’t,” he said.
She turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears burning in her eyes. “We have to have trust between us. If we had the DNA test done on Theo…would that convince you that I’m not lying?”
“Ava…you would do that? I thought you wanted me to trust your word on Theo.”
“I do. But I can’t see how we’re ever going to live together as man and wife if I don’t prove myself to you.”
“You don’t have to prove yourself. I’m a jealous man, you know that, right?”
“Yes. But I’ve never done anything to make you jealous,” she said.
“Just seeing you walk into a room and be noticed by another man makes me jealous,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“I only see you,” she admitted, tipping her head back on his shoulder.
“Moro mou,” he said drawing her back into his arms.
Ava stopped thinking the minute her lips touched Christos’s. The cool breeze stirred her hair and she burrowed closer to his warmth.
She’d told herself she was here only because of her contentious relationship with his father, no other reason. But as his lips moved over hers, she knew she was a liar.
She was here with Christos because she wanted the man and he’d…he’d been gone too often since they’d arrived in Mykonos. And she’d had second thoughts. Fears that their life together would be like this, this distance always between them. But here was the fire she remembered.
It was hard not to fall for Christos.
He took a halfstep back from her and watched her through half-lidded eyes. He held her wrists loosely in his hands, his gaze moving over her, making her hyper-aware of him and at the same time of her body.
She didn’t need to protect herself from the past tonight. She was here with Christos. The man she’d been thinking about too much of the time lately. And damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy him.
