“That I wasn’t alone anymore,” she said, then glanced away as if she’d said too much.
He slid up over her. Her legs parted for him so that he rested in the cradle of her body. “Would you like another child,moro mou?”
With his erection at the portal of her body, he knew this wasn’t the time for a discussion about their family and their future. But before he drove into her and made her his again, he needed to know.
She put her hands on his chest, holding him back from entering her body.
“Would you?”
“Yes,” he said, bending down to capture the tip of her breast in his mouth. He sucked her deep inside, his teeth lightly scraping against her sensitive flesh. His other hand caressed at her other breast, arousing her, making her arch against him in need.
“Should I get birth control this time?” he asked her.
“Or do you want to try for another child?”
Her gaze met his. “Yes, I think I would.”
She reached between them and took his erection in her hand, bringing him closer to her. “I need you now.”
He lifted his head and watched her as he slid deep into her body.
She started to close her eyes as he made love to her. “Keep your eyes on mine, Ava.”
He thrust slowly in and out of her body, building them both toward climax with deliberation. He stared into her eyes, wanting to see—needing to know—how susceptible she was to him. There was no room for lies in their bed and when they were close like this he believed everything about Ava.
She slid her hands down his back, cupping his buttocks as he thrust deeper into her. Staring deep into her eyes made him feel as though their souls were meeting. She started to tighten around him, climaxing before him. He gripped her hips, holding her down and thrusting into her again before he came with a roar of her name. He held her afterwards.
Ava ran her hands slowly up and down his back. He heard her breath catch and then felt the warmth of her tears on the side of his face. Propping himself up on his elbows he stared down at her and wiped the tears away with one thumb.
“What’s the matter?”
She swallowed and then glanced down at his chest, at the gold medallion that swung free from his body. She caught it, tracing her finger over the pattern of the Theakis family crest.
“Ava? Tell me,moro mou,” he said.
“I’m just so happy. I never thought you’d forgive me and we’d have this.”
He bent his head and kissed her so she wouldn’t be able to see the doubt that still lingered in his heart about Theo. He wanted the peace he felt to be real and knew there was only way to make that happen.
He was going to have to have the boy tested.
Chapter Eleven
Ava rested her head on Christos’s chest, listening to the solid beating of his heart. Wrapped in his arms, it was easy to pretend that the problems they’d had in the past were gone. Easy to pretend that Christos believed her about Theo and that she no longer had to prove herself to him because of the problems that Stavros and Nikki had left behind.
She tried never to think ill of them, but their marital problems were like a disease that had spread out to affect her and Christos, not just in the past, but now.
She’d come to understand a new truth about herself when she’d had Theo. And these past few weeks on Mykonos, she had learned to understand Christos so much better now than she ever could have before. And because she had her own weaknesses, she didn’t want him to feel that way with her. That she washisweakness. Christos had given her something she wasn’t sure she could have found on her own.
“Are you sleeping?” he asked.
She felt the vibration of his words in his chest and under her ear. She shifted in his embrace, tipping her head so she could see the underside of his jaw.
“No. Too much to think about.” This had been at once the most terrifying and exciting day of her life. She felt that, if she went to sleep, she might wake up and find none of it had happened. That she was still a single mother living with Theo in Florida.
She tugged on his chest hair in retaliation. “Were you serious about wanting more children?”
“Yes.”
