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But he couldn’t act on it.
He wouldn’t.
So he’d done just what she’d said – he’d slept with countless women, hoping one day he’d find someone who’d replace Kat as the object of his sexual obsession and fantasy.
He had.
He’d met Bella.
He swore under his breath, jack-knifing out of his chair as though nails were coming up from its seat.
He had to protect her from this.
He had to save her from getting the wrong idea. Because no matter what Kat might say and he might have felt, he had never, not once, given into temptation. His morals had prevented him from acting on his desires and that was the only saving grace he could hold tight to.
He just hoped it would be enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A WEEK AFTER ARRIVING in Greece, the weather turned frigidly cold. “I thought this was supposed to be some kind of paradise?” Bella stared out at the grey, stormy ocean, the clouds that were thick and dark, punctuated by occasional bolts of lightning.
“Not in winter,” he said from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, so sparks of desire flooded her system. She turned in his arms, smiling up at him, and her heart stuttered in her chest, stammering with an extra beat,
making her breath catch.
“Really?”
“Mmm,” he pulled a somber face. “Even here, in paradise, there is winter.”
“I feel a little ripped off; I’m not going to lie to you.”
His laugh was like melted butter running over her nerve endings. “How about we do something to improve your experience, Mrs Katrakis?”
Heat infused her cheeks. “Such as?”
But already desire was throbbing between her legs, and unconsciously her body swayed forward. She saw the way his eyes flared as awareness surrounded them.
But he didn’t kiss her. He stepped backwards, putting physical distance between them. “Like,” he said, the word low and rumbling. “Decorate a Christmas tree.”
Disappointment was quickly replaced by pleasure. “Really?”
“Really.” He nodded. “I’m sure there’s a tree up in the attic.”
“A plastic tree?” Her nose wrinkled with disapproval. “It can’t be a plastic tree.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Oh, Vitalo,” she sighed exaggeratedly, rolling her eyes. “What would my father say?”
Vitalo didn’t even want to imagine.
“Look outside,” she instructed, moving to the large windows. Rain had just started to fall, lashing against the glass panels. “I see trees everywhere.”
“You want me to go and cut one down?”
“No. Not now. I mean, it’s just started to rain. There must be something else we could do until its stops…” she murmured, the words low and seductive.
But Vitalo’s expression tightened and he turned away from her. “I’ll go and see what I can find. Wait here.”
