The Greek's Pregnant Bride

The bowl of pasta Christian had been eating out of earlier, which had been left in the sink, went flying the same way as the cup. Without pausing for breath, she swung open the door of the cupboard that contained all the crockery.

‘Alessandra, that’s enough,’ he commanded.

‘Don’t tell me what’s enough.’

He lunged for her before she could throw the plate she’d taken hold of, grabbing her wrist with one hand and relieving her of the plate with the other. ‘I said that’s enough.’

Heart pounding, blood surging with adrenaline, he kicked the cupboard door shut, flung the plate on the work surface then pressed her against it, using his strength and height to trap her.

She pushed against him furiously, bucking. ‘Bastardo! Let me go.’

‘I will let you go when you’ve calmed down.’

‘I am calm!’ she shouted.

‘Listen to me,’ he said, trapping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. ‘I do not want to sleep with Kerstin. The only woman I want to sleep with is you.’

eyes raged with so many emotions he didn’t know where to begin counting

lied

became smaller. ‘You don’t want

how turned on I am?’ He laughed cynically. As if she could fail to

for the woman you wanted more than you’d thought humanly possible. One touch and the body turned to lava, no matter how inappropriate the situation or how vainly

was doing the right

parted, closed

that filled his nostrils and penetrated

saw were those lips, luscious invitations

Why?

moment was that if he didn’t feel

crushed his mouth

There was no resistance.

around his neck, her nails scraping the nape of his neck, her mouth moving beneath his as she kissed him back, kissing him with a

with his mouth, he raised her onto the work surface, her legs parting to wrap around