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.’

raged with so many emotions he didn’t know where to begin counting them. ‘Bugiardo.

lied to

trailed off, became smaller. ‘You don’t want me. You’ve rejected me

am?’ He laughed cynically. As if she could fail

were starved 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 you tried to control

thought I was doing

parted, closed then parted

a breathless rush, but air did escape, warm, sweet air that filled his nostrils and penetrated down, burrowing through his skin, his veins,

he saw were those lips, luscious invitations to

Why?

that if he didn’t feel those plump lips on his again he would never

crushed his mouth to

There was no resistance.

arms 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 violence that made the

the work surface, her legs parting to wrap around his